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Part II - Paradise
July 1997 - December 1997 |
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- Sep 21st
- The blotches are still there. The skin has started to form dry scabs, and I
can't even call the CACI clinic until Monday. I will see what they are like
tomorrow.
- My sister was feeling poorly today, so we didn't do any more shopping for
clothes. She got up late in the afternoon and we all went to do the grocery
shopping. Having the husband push the cart while she and I ummed and ahhed over
food was wonderful.
- My brother in law made dinner as well. Afterwards I gave him a hug and
thanked him. I don't know how he feels about me being a little physical with him
and I hope he isn't worried by it, but I just had to do it.
- Sep 22nd
- The blotches are almost gone. I'm typing numbers for the day, so I'm going
to stay at home.
- Sep 23rd
- My change of name certificate arrived. I bounced around the room and jumped
on the bed and jumped up and down. The cats got a bit scared and ran off, but I
was in a kind of heaven. I'm looking forward to having an NSW licence with my
cute face smiling out...
- I got invited to the Sleaze Ball as well. I think my sister is going as
well. Got nothing to wear of course..
- And another thing. I went out with my 'net friends to the Hard Rock Cafe
last night. Being crushed in the back seat of the car was interesting.. My boobs
are very sensitive and one of their elbows kept hitting my left one each time
the car went around a corner. OW! She apologized each time of course... :-)
- When I got to the first girls place I just had to sample some 'special
cake'. This meant that some of the photos taken have me completely fixated on a
Hot Fudge Shake. I hope I looked ok... I know I couldn't stop talking and had a
giggle attack at one point.. :-O
- I went up to the petrol station to get the paper and cancer sticks. I was
wearing a white top and tight jeans. A guy in a green Mercedes convertible waved
at me and blew a kiss at the lights! I smiled back at him and he kept pointing
at his mobile and mouthing the words 'number'.. I gently shook my head and drove
off. It was nice though. Then when I got to the station, I got out and walked in
and nearly collided with a guy coming out. I got the paper and the dreaded oral
suppositories and walked out. As I leaned into the car and tossed them onto the
passenger seat I caught a glimpse of him looking at my butt and going "oooooooh"
to himself. Yeoooooowwww that felt good.
- Sep 24th
- Went up to the salon to get yet another broken fingernail fixed. Other than
that, boring day really. Typing as usual.
- Sep 25th
- Dreamt about Sean Connery again. What is it about that man?!! Both the cats
sleep with me now and Brinn crawls under the covers and lays next to my arm.
He's so cute.
- I went to Advance Bank and MBF and got my name changed on the records. The
lady at MBF and I had a rather long chat about life, nails and the 'Operation'.
She says I can pass ok, but I'm not so sure. I know men look at me when I'm
walking through the shopping centres, but I can't figure out if it's because I
have nice legs or they can guess about me..
- I also went to Portmans as I had a gift voucher. I saw a nice chocolate
colored skirt and took a size 12 to the changing rooms. To my amazement it ws
too big. The young girl went off and brought a size 10. It fit. I bought it!
- Sep 27th
- My head hurts.. I got taken out to a night club on Thursday night. A whole
bunch of us went. The Irishman had organised for us to meet at the Taxi Club for
a meal, then go dancing and drinking. I was Ok about it, but felt a little
concerned about the others, because they would be meeting Kim for the first time
and I had never been to a nightclub or pub before as Kim. I ummed and ahhed
about what to wear because I'd been told the Taxi Club was a bit outrageous and
in the end opted for a short lightpink skirt, camel top and the 'follow me f**k
me' heels as my sister calls them. When I asked my sister if it was ok she went
"Wow! You look great!" which made me feel a lot better.
- We arrived and went to our table, but the Irishman and the others arrived
late as usual. They wanted me to get up and walk around but I said I wasn't on
parade. We had a great meal (I have to say the prices are fantastic). I felt a
little out of place at first because everybody else knew each other, but the
girls drew me into the conversation and I felt more comfortable. Then we found
out that the Irishman had stuffed up.. The nightclub is not open on Thursdays,
so we all trouped down to a pub he knew. He said it was not far, but his stride
is seven leagues and us girls in heels kept shouting for the guys to slow down.
The heels are great around the dance floor, but useless for a walk on a street.
We got there (I think it was called the Greenbank or something) and had more
drinks and played pool. I had to learn quick sharpish the correct way to lean
over a table wearing something so revealing! We had all drunk a lot by then and
were all laughing a lot and my sister kept running around behind me and doing an
open armed protective stance each time I bent over! My sister told me later it
was because so many guys who were there kept watching me very closely.. Which is
kind of neat considering I was about twice the average age of most of the guys
there.
- Around 11pm, my sister and hubbie left because he has to start work at 6am,
but I stayed. I had a great, though slightly slurred, conversation with a group
of girls in the queue outside the ladies loo. I got so many hugs and kisses when
they realised I wasn't a genetic girl!
- Sometime around 1am or so, the Irishman said they were moving on to another
pub on Oxford St. I grabbed his shoulders, which was pretty hard because he's so
tall, and said: "Don't you dare make me walk back!" He laughed and said we would
take a cab.
- At the other place we drank some more and the girls spent a lot of time
showing me neat tricks, like how to get guys to buy drinks, but by 3 or 4am (I
got a little hazy) I was too tired and said I was going home. One of them, who
is *very* gay, helped me to the curb and organised a cab. I was very wobbly and
had to drape myself over him to stop myself falling over. When I got home, the
cab driver came round and helped me to the gate, which was very nice considering
I was totally trashed.
- I slept until 11am and the phone rang. My sister said not to forget we were
having a loooooooonnnnnnngggg lunch and get dressed and meet her at her work. I
dragged my protesting body to the bathroom and sleepily got myself ready.
- At 1am we went to this really nice outdoor restuarant in Milsons Point and
didn't leave till about 5:30pm. The food was fabulous and the service was
excellent. We had some beers to start and worked our way through three bottles
of wine! Some guys at the next table kept finding excuses to come over, like
asking for a lighter or the salt and pepper and what not. They were very
attentive, but we shooed them away.
- We talked about so many things I can't even begin to list them. Mainly
family and history and so on. She knew I was working on the 'Bio' and wanted to
add stuff from her memory. It was incredible finding out all this stuff about
our childhood that I just didn't know or had forgotten about. I knew we both had
been abused as children, but my sister told me that my brother was as well which
really shocked me. We talked a lot about sex as well and I found out she had
always known about me, but had not really faced it until I had transitioned. She
kept saying that I was totally normal and looked fantastic and I shouldn't worry
about getting 'read'. We talked about TG issues and I said a TG person can
almost always spot another and that while walking in Chatswood I had seen at
least a half a dozen so far and when we get eye contact we smile, but that
no-one else seems to notice.
- We took a cab home and the driver was an arabic lad Ali Ben Something
Whatsit. My throat was so sore from shouting the previous night so my voice was
very gravelly and deep. When I told him where to go, he turned in his seat,
looked me up and down, looked puzzled and said "Are you man or woman?" I opened
my mouth in shock and my sister slapped his arm and said 'How rude! She's all
woman!' It was ok really, because we got on famously on the drive back and I
actually took it as a compliment as he really wasn't sure and it was just my
voice that gave me away.
- Frankly I wasn't that concerned. It doesn't worry me that much. I'm secure
in myself. And although I haven't been asked that when I've been alone I tend to
be so bubbly and talkative and open and honest, that the question just never
gets posed. I think they just get sucked into a fun conversation and forget the
original question.
- As far as my sisters response, she got it out about a millisecond before I
did. But I would have added something like, "Excluding biology of course.." and
laughed and joked with them.
- When we got home we went up to the video store and got Emma and Jerry
Maguire and sat drinking yet more wine and talking through the movies about
really good looking actors. Hubbie got cheesed off at one point and asked
whether we were watching the movie or talking and we both piped up and said yes
and couldn't he do two things at once? We went to bed around 1am and I've just
woken up... Urrrrrrrrrrrr Oooooooooooh my head..... I'm going back to bed.
Still, I suppose it's ok, I don't get that drunk very often, maybe once a year.
- I bought my first size 10 skirt on Saturday. Yes!!!!
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