That was fun

I went to Eastercon this weekend, where there were at least three other trannies either full or part-time and another bloke wearing a miniskirt and tights - not trying to pass as a woman, you understand, just a bloke in a gym-slip - so I dressed up for the whole of the Monday.

All of my friends knew of the possibility, but some hadn't seen me out before and I got the familiar double-take. A guy I had met as ahforgetit and who I spoke to before he saw me recognised my voice and then had severe brain strain. He also seemed to have a bit of a problem with me; he wasn't unpleasant, but in an extrovert way was demanding why I was doing what I was doing, and when I didn't answer except to say that I found the double-takes funny, took himself off. It's fair enough; if I made him uncomfortable he wasn't nasty about it.

I did get stared at by a fan, which I wasn't really expecting. She was a large lady wearing a Robert Heinlein t-shirt, who was in a lift I got into and I could see her in the lift mirror, not just eyeing me but actually staring. That was odd.

But I seem to pass a lot of the time. A hotel guest who held a lift door for me called me "pet". And I got lots of compliments, especially when I dressed up in a lacy skirt and my corset.

I had a great time. I met fjm, then and also this afternoon, and I was looking for julesjones but I didn't find you, sorry. And tanngrisnir was very gallant. And I went to panels and Neil Gaiman's talk and reading, and even a bondage workshop. I worked out the outlines of a novel with the help of neilwilliamson, that I want to finish the draft of for World Fantasy this year, and I bought a marvellous handbag from sha_d, which is big enough to hold my largest camera and a whole lot of other stuff, and yet is nice enough to be an evening bag.

I'm back using the hormones patches, and as julesjones said, I'm kind of swinging back to wishing I was really female sometimes, but mostly when I see a pretty woman I just admire the pretty woman and her pretty clothes.

One fly in the ointment - when I got back to the car park tonight, I found that I'd lost my car key along the way. Not my house keys, thankfully, but it means that I had to take a taxi home and I'll have to go back for my car tomorrow which is hassle I don't need. But I also had forgotten that I left a half a bottle of wine in the fridge on Friday night, so I'm sitting in my bed with my laptop, writing this and polishing that off. There are worse ways to end a trip, that was otherwise all good.