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Well, its been an eventful 24 hours, to say the least.
First, and by far the worst - I got an "I don't want to be friends anymore" email from Kylie. Even thought our relationship has been on the rocks, to have it come to an official end hurts.
But then I went on the Big Closet chat site, and a number of people made it their goal to keep me from brooding by starting conversations about movies, books, female role models, and the newest contest being run on the site. As we were talking, a commercial came on TV that featured some teens in the traditional gown, and something clicked in my brain, and two hours later I had a story published. We'll just have to see if anybody likes it ...
Then this morning, I got a panicked phone call from Sharon, saying the school bus hadn't come for Samantha, so I blearily slipped into a skirt and blouse and went there and took her to school. Then Sharon surprised me by introducing (still in a skirt) as Samantha's dad to the principal and to her new home-room teacher. What they thought was going on I don't know ....
Finally, after running Sharon around to a couple other stops, I was able to let her go on her way while I drove to the University hospital for my group therapy. Unfortunately, it was canceled today, so I have to do without ...
All this, plus I have to work tonight.
Ah, well.
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Maybe, just maybe....
Here's a thought you might want to let roam around your head. It seem Sharon keeps referring to you as your past self, while you don't dress down to accommodate it.
I kind of know the same situation. I've only been out with my wife dressed en femme once. (Not my idea, she's just too self-conscious about it.) At one point, she wanted to get my attention and she called out so that others in the area could hear, "Patrick," in the sing song voice that she uses when she thinks I'm in need of prodding to do something. (I'd stopped to read an informational sign and she wanted to keep moving.)
And my oldest daughter went shopping with me when I was wearing a skirt and presenting my most feminine. While we were shopping, she needed to catch my attention while we were digging through adjacent lingerie bins and called out, "Dad."
In both cases, there was no malice. It was a form of acceptance. I was doing my best to appear to be the woman I feel inside and they were with me and need to get my attention and called to me in the way they always had.
It seems to me that Sharon just relates to you as the man she married. If the people she introduced you to didn't freak or show some kind of distaste, then count it as good. That would mean they accept that you were born male and choose to dress female and they don't even know if you are simply cross-dressing or are indeed trans. They probably don't know the difference.
Another thought is that if you feel embarrassed, how much more embarrassing it should be for her. She's admitting to them she married and had children with someone who is trans.
That's my wife's greatest fear... that someone would think that about her.
Just a couple of random thoughts that jumped into my head when I read your post.
BTW, sorry to hear about Kylie. I know that you have a lot invested in the friendship.
Hugs
Patricia
Happiness is being all dressed up and HAVING some place to go.
Semper in femineo gerunt