June 2, 1998
June 2, 1998
Well today I continued my journey into TG land. Wearing my faded Jordache blue jeans and a white/blue/purple long sleeve top and white walking shoes and my big black purse, I went and voted enfemme. No problem except the guy at the polling place didn't seem to understand me when I said my male name and kept wanting to use some woman on the list one name down from me. I finally had to point at my name on the list, with my long painted fingernail, and say that's me in a more macho voice. He looked at me and had me sign in. Nothing said, except that we were the first Libertarians they had that day. The Libertarians had a third page for write in ballots that the other parties didn't get. Since we were the first, they were a bit confused about the process for the third ballot. Actually I was to, didn't have any idea what it was about; and didn't know any write in names except Barbie Lanai. And I doubt if she'd be much of a politician. So penciled in the ovals on the ballot, handed it in, received the stubs, and a little red, white, & blue "I voted" sticker. They had removed the backing from the sticker and I just stuck it on the flap of my purse. Immediately I wanted to not have done that. I've seen where these stickers can ruin the object they are stuck to, when trying to remove them. Promptly started working the thing off my purse. It came off without any residue stuck to the purse, thankfully. Since we were doing government type things, the next on the list was the DMV.
Kathy's non drivers California ID card had expired a year ago, and after voting we decided to get her updated. The out of date ID was a concern for us going through customs in Canada. But it worked that time. Best to have a current one though. While there, I asked about getting a new picture for my driver's license, since my old one looked so little like the new me. I handed the license across the counter. The girl looked at it, looked at me, looked back at the license and back at me again. This was a new one for her, she had to ask her supervisor. Who only had to look at the license and me one time before saying no problem. The first girl came back and said to fill out a form and it'd cost $12. I smiled and said OK. So back to an empty counter to fill out the paperwork. Started to write brown for hair color, but changed it to brunette. Back into line and as government offices run, get neither the first two ladies, but a third. She hands me a driver's written test and says the price is $15. My old license was still good for 18 months and I didn't plan on a written exam. I walked back to the counter and noted that only 3 wrong answers are allowed now. Wow, last time I took one of these writtens, you could miss nearly half and still pass. I start to worry about flunking the thing, since I haven't opened any driver's handbooks and studied. But figured most of the questions are common sense, and new laws can't be too far from the last time I read the handbook. Finish the exam and back into line. My vanity has kept me from wearing my eyeglasses while enfemme, they are so macho looking. And today was no exception. My new fem ones should be ready in a week or so now. And my old macho glasses are at home and I start to worry about the eye exam. Certainly they will want to test my vision; and all I wanted was a new picture. The FAA requires I wear corrective lenses to fly, but so far haven't I needed them for driving. Finally the third girl calls me up, grades the exam, I missed one. By this time, I figured out I was only supposed to do the test questions on the one side of the form. Since she only graded the one side. As I answered the questions on both sides; I thought the grading was pretty tough. But only one side, piece of cake. She indeed has me read the eye chart, its a bit fuzzy; but I manage to read it correctly and step over to the photo camera. I had my sunglasses perched atop my hair, like in some other of my photos. She says to remove them, I do, smile and the camera is flashed. I should receive the new fem photo California driver's license in a month.
On over to WalMart to buy the eight wooden 11x14 frames for the glamour enlargements; they are on sale for $5 each. Also needed some more photo albums, some nail polish, color and clear coats, more razor blades ( that Epilight sounds more appealing all the time, if it only did gray hair); also found some new luggage, the type with wheels and handles that pop out. I know I'll want them to travel by air this fall, instead of my old bags that must be carried. Barbie is not the kind of girl to lug bags around. Kathy signs the plastic, avoiding any problem there. By the way, Citibank did send photocard requests, I filled out three including one for Barbie. The form didn't ask about social security numbers, maybe because they expected the card to have already been issued. But maybe in four weeks, with luck, I'll have a Barbie plastic card as well. If they can't do it. Maybe I will ask for a new Barbienot card with Barbie'e photo instead, to match my new driver's license.
On over to the post office, its 12:30 and I'm expecting the place to be crowded. Its practically deserted, only bumped into one girl coming in as I was going out. So far the blue jeans look seems to work for this town. And you know me, I try to wear the most figure flattering jeans and tops I can. So I'm not just hiding my perceived gender in some old baggy overalls, but flaunting it.
One last thing about hair color and Shara from Port Angeles. As I looked through the glam shots last night, in the photo album Kathy put them in. I noticed I liked some better than others, then it hit me. In all the photos I really liked; I was wearing the brunette hair. The one or two steps lighter wig that I like, just didn't look nearly as good on me as the bit darker hair. I guess I'm becoming a believer in that color analysis stuff, even though I don't understand it or can even see it right away. I wrote off a snail mail letter to Shara, saying she was right!
Smiles,
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