Well I can't make a comment for being read as I still havn't ventured out.....Hey I'm working on it! Unfourtunatly I have a story about this topic. I was in my late teens or early 20's working at my Fathers shop in our relativly small town.
Now before I go any further please understand that I was still in denial about myself dressing, still totally ashamed of myself and my fealings. I had not yet even come close to dealing with my issues.
Anyhow, it was a quite day with me and my Dad just talking and doing small jobs to pass the time. That's when she came in. A tall gal that I imediatly Read. I waited on her and recall being very short and to the point Buisness Buisness Buisness. I was mortified, yes you read that right
I was mortified. ???!!! I almost felt that I was being read! Very strange. Maybe it was me having to help this gal with my Father watching, who knows how the mind works really. I noticed that she talked to my Father for a moment, allthough I never heard the exchange. I rang her up and she left. My Father nor I ever said a word.
Now fast forward about 8 or 9 years. I have just come to terms about myself I have found the forums and started interacting with Girrls online, meet some great gals and started posting my pics ect. ect. I'm in the chat room and meet a girrl that lives in the town right next to mine. Now I live in Alaska......this is not common here (so I thought). I panicked for a second or two LOL it's kinda funny now really. We chatted and were getting along smashingly. She had just finished Transitioning and was big into helping local girrls. I worked out a chance to meet her at her home.
I drove there with no fear (in boy mode, hey I'm working on the going out dressed thing, I swear

), met her and had a great time! It was one of the best moments of my CD life. While chatting with her I told her what I did for a living. At that moment she reconized me immediatly as the boy behind the counter. We chatted a bit about it. She told me she had just recently started her Transition at that time. I appologized for possible being rude at that time (I still feal bad about not being more pollite to this day).
I also learned what she said to my Father that day. She had commented on a picture that my Dad had on the wall. A picture in remembrance of the Marines in Viet Nam (A very strong & emmotional pic for those that were there, I have learned). She had been a Marine there (God Bless her for that). She said he (my Father) was short with her, all buisness lol (the family way of dealing with things).
This gal later turned out to be the first person, besides my wife, to know me as Cami & her Brother. I owe her so much. She calls me Cami or Cam & I just addore her for that. She looks in my Brother's eyes but see's Cami.
She gave me something that day we meet (besides a kick Butt pair of Forms

). She gave me ammo against my Dad if and when I ever tell him (or he finds out) about Cami. Everyone is different in some way or another,but we're just people like everyone else. That Mechanic that works in the pit next to you and busts his knuckle might be bummed about how the scab will clash with his nails later. Maybe your Son who just helped you Roof the new garage, who knows he can't were a short skirt for a week or two because his shins are bruised from helpping. Even Marines who fought and died, Semper Fi Dad.
I'm still a fledgling to all this really, barely have my head out of my closet. But recently I have been given a different outlook on things. I just reread my post and didn't mean to drag on about this, lol looks like I might have Father issues also. I am centainly no authority on the matter. I just thought that my View from "The Other side of the fence" might be a different look on this. If nothing else I feel better for getting it off my Breast..... oops I mean Chest.
