Today started out just like any other normal day. I took my mother to work this morning in her truck so we could both get our flu shots (she works at a hospital). She drives a small ford ranger and lets me use itwhen traveling long distances since my truck consumes alot more gas. So, I dropped her off and headed to the shoe store. I needed another pair before I leave for college in a week. So, I found some modest 2" heels and some tennis shoes on sale and made my way home. I got home to find out my new wig had arrived in the mail. I was anxiously awaiting this one, so I immediately brushed it down and tried it on...along with makeup and everything else, you know the drill. I actually looked very passable with my new hair, so I decided to try on my new heels, too. So, here I am fully dressed. I go for a pretty conservative look: short heels, a black lace skirt well below the knees, a lavender cardigan with b-size forms underneath, and Maybelline #40 pink lipstick I'd just gotten, along with everything else.
I couldn't believe how great everything looked when put together, so I decided to go out and get a few more things that I needed. I've been to a beauty shop once (dressed) by a mall not far from where we live, so I decided to go there. The girls there are very friendly and fun to talk to. Now, my father usually works until five in the evening and comes home at six. It was eleven-thirty, so you can imagine my surprise when I pass him on the two-lane road going the other way. I thought I'd only be gone an hour or two at most, so I left everything out: makeup box, new shoes, the box I keep my clothes in, even a couple bras casually laid across the bed. My father is actually a very intelligent man. He's good at what he does (head of purchasing for a major food company), but only that. This is one of those guys that really has his head in the sand when it comes to explaining any new social trends past 1970. My family is a fairly conservative one, I even consider myself to be on the conservative side. And now, I'm on the road dressed like a girl while my secrets lay in wait back at the house.
I do a little shopping while I figure things out and I decide to call my mother at work. My mother is probably the most understaning person I've ever known and we've been best of friends for the past few years. I figured if I needed moral support in this situation, she would be the person in which to confide. I call her and ask her why dad is home early. Turns out that he's sick and is home for the rest of the week. I then tell her that there's something I need to talk to her about. Nothing serious or bad, but she would be surprised. So, I pull up at almost five, when she gets off of work and call her again. I told her that I may look a bit different this time. I wasn't going to try for the house in the off chance that my dad may have been asleep, so I was still fully dressed from head to toe. My hands were shaking as she neared the truck. To my surprise, she didn't even recognize me and knocked on the window with a confused look on her face. I motioned for her to get in.
Long story short, I explained to her (in my normal voice) why I was dressed this way and how long it had been going on. I felt bad about skirting a few issues with half-truths, which led her to believe that all this started in college (it really started around the age of six). She thinks this whole thing is just a phase, a sort of experiment. I didn't go any further and left it at that. At least it's out in the open, now. We shared alot of laughs on the way home and she even complimented my outfit and makeup job, even asking if she could borrow my blue nail polish when we got home. It turns out that my dad had been on the computer all day and had not seen anything but my new tennis shoes, which looked similar to guy's shoes anyway. My mother peaked in the house from the garage door and motioned me to hurry to my room. I threw on jeans and a t-shirt (and socks, of course) and washed my makeup off, cleaning up the room in the process. My dad never even had a clue!
My mother and I talked a little more and, God bless her, she told me she'd cover for me anytime I wanted to go out dressed again. I fell asleep early from being a nervous wreck all day and woke up about an hour ago. So, that's my story for today.
