I remember like is was yesterday the night years ago when my life changed forever.
It was the evening when I decided to journey out in the world as a transgender woman for the first time instead of just trying to get by as a cross dresser or transvestite. I knew I was playing with labels but the whole process was important to me.
First, I was so terrified I would fail and be subjected to more of the public ridicule I had experienced in my recent past. Even though I was relatively a novice in trying to present responsibly as a woman in front of the world, I still knew I had to make a concerted effort to do my best to blend in with the other women I would be facing when I went out.
I chose where I wanted to go carefully. I knew that every night around eight or nine o’clock many single women would gather at a TGIF Fridays after work at a nearby upscale mall where they worked. If you are not familiar with a Friday’s, it was one of the first venue’s to welcome and provide a safe environment for single women in the country.
Up to that time, my gender life was similar to riding a “teeter totter” on a kids playground. One day I was up with gender euphoria but the next day I was in the depths of my gender dysphoria. Desperately trying to find a way out until the “teeter totter” reversed and moved up again. The process dominated…
