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Part II - Paradise
July 1997 - December 1997 |
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- Sep 2nd
- Am I tired or what.. I am now officially related to the now 'husbands'
family through my sister. I got up at 7am on Saturday and was cooking by 7:30am.
12 hours later I was just finishing having made Scotch eggs, mountains of potato
salad, chicken nibblies, dozens of trays of dips and things, natural salsa,
biscuits, cakes, stuffed mushrooms, stuffed peppers, stuffed onions, grilled
artichoke hearts (with parmesan cheese), grilled eggplant, sweet potato, black
bread, hot rolls, pies, quiches and so many other things I can't even remember.
Catering for 100 people is not a job for the faint hearted!
- I had just finished when the first guests arrived so I had to quickly run
off and get dressed as leggings and a sweater are not really wedding clothing. I
had to go 'boy' mode of course because it was my sisters day and I had promised.
My official 'first' day was to be Monday. I couldn't believe the number of
people who commented on the food and the presentation. The celebrant wanted to
know how long I had been catering and could she have my card. I had to go a
great deal of effort to convince her that I didn't do this for a living
(although after 12 hours I was still full of beans and loved doing it). She kept
shaking her head and said I SHOULD do this for a living. It was wonderfully
flattering.
- You may have caught the slip when I said Monday was to be
my 'First' official day as Kim. I say was, because after the ceremony (which was
beautiful and needless to say, I cried) and the party really started (with about
50 people crammed into the kitchen as usual), my new sister in law and her
girlfriends started pressuring me to get 'changed'. They catch-cry was "let's
get frocked!" I protested of course, and even after being badgered by her, her
friends and several other of my girlfriends I was still adamant that it was my
sisters day and not mine. They didn't give up there though. They went to see my
sisters and about several of them dragged me into my room. My sister came in and
held my shoulders and said "It's ok. Look, it's me saying this. Do it. You've
got to come out anyway and 100 semi-drunk people who think you're a fantastic
cook is a good start". I looked at her and gave her a hug. "Ok" I said, and the
girls all said "YES!" loudly. I was rushed by them and most of my wardrobe was
tossed onto the bed and a scene like Myers spring sale started. I didn't feel
the slightest bit intimidated and found myself joining in.
- About an hour later we finished. They didn't do anything other than make
suggestions as I dressed and made myself up. On Friday I had my eyebrows shaped
and tinted and my eyelashes tinted, so I needed very little mascara. I had said
that I wasn't a Barbie and should do it myself. They fiddled with my slight
mistakes and played with my hair though. I was on top of the world, but dreading
actually going out into the crowd.
- The outfit picked was a VERY short soft lightpink skirt, black and white
satin top, black stockings (of course) and my "follow me - f**k me" heels
(That's was my sister calls them anyway). My sister came back in and looked at
me and her jaw dropped. "My god! That's amazing. I had no idea." I was then
ushered to the door. I have to say I was terrified. My hands were shaking as
they gently guided me to the kitchen. After I managed to draw attention to
myself by dropping my drink because I was so nervous, people started to talk to
me and about 5 minutes later I had forgotten the nervousness. In fact it was
only about three hours later that I realized I was completely comfortable and
not the slightest bit self-conscious. The interesting thing was that I found
myself to be at ease in a way that I have only experienced once before with Judy
at her house.
- In the past I had usually hated parties and spent most of the time hiding in
a corner or finding things to do in the kitchen rather than socializing, but
something has changed. I was just there with everybody else, chatting and
drinking and so on. I was normal. Weird isn't it? I had been a little worried
about my height in the heels, but to my surprise I found that not only was I
very definitely only just above average, I was looking eye to eye to most of the
men.
- (I've since checked my height and found I have shrunk from 5'9.25" to
5'7.75". The endo says this is because my bone density is changing and because
my hips are spreading slightly, my spine has moved down a bit.)
- That was about 9pm. By 3am I had:
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- · Been complimented on the food again by I don't know how many people whose
reaction to me was exactly nil in the gender department.
- · Several male friends gave me a hug and two kissed me on the cheek. Which I
thought was very brave of them.
- · Two guys who had met me before didn't recognize me and were very attentive
to my legs. My new sister in law came over and pointed out my legs to her friend
and both of them jokingly said "Bitch" to me.
- · My new business partners spent a lot of time with me talking about the new
projects we will be working on.
- · One of them gave me a huge hug and said he was off to a nightclub with
some friends and would I join him (he is Irish, about 6'2", early thirties and
very, very cute. I declined because despite his boyish good looks and charm he
hasn't really grown up and I really didn't want to get 'involved' with that.
- · Spent about three quarters of an hour listening to one very drunk guy tell
me that although he was a rabid homophobe he didn't have the slightest problem
with me and felt quite comfortable. I kept pointing out that that was probably
because deep inside a part of him knew I was a normal heterosexual female and he
had nothing to worry about. I didn't mention that he looked awful and he REALLY
didn't have anything to worry about.
- · Had heart to hearts with several women who had problems in their life and
needed someone to talk to. Most were about men of course and I was faintly
surprised to find out that they all said how wonderful it was to have someone
who they could trust to talk to.
- · Found out just how touchy-feely women are. I mean I have spent most of my
life trying to avoid that kind of closeness, but now it's in context I found
that it was easy and natural. Hugging, kissing, holding hands and so on with
absolutely no sexual connotations.
- 3:30am and I had to sleep. I had eaten nothing the entire day and drunk far
too much by then (mind you I still remember everything that happened although
the same cannot be said of others ;-). I went to my bedroom and found two guys
crashed on my bed. I switched on the light and pushed them both out as I had no
desire to share MY bed with them. They were very apologetic and one gave me a
hug and said "thank-you". I still haven't the faintest idea what he meant. Then
I slept. I woke up at around midday and when I came out I couldn't believe the
mess. It's taken five hours to vacuum, wash up, mop floors and generally clean
up the immense amount of bottles, ashtrays and what not. Yuck!!!
- So. Kim is real now. She came out and nobody gave tuppence. Hmm. Of course I
will still have to go out into the 'real' world and do the shopping, but I don't
feel anywhere near as scared as I was on Friday. Unfortunately I will HAVE to go
'boy' mode for part of the week because I have a fine stubble which I'm getting
zapped at the CACI clinic this Friday.
- Sep 3rd
- There is this lady I have met on the 'Net. She has still not decided whether
she is just a cross-dresser or a TS person yet. She called and said she was in
Sydney from Melbourne and would I like to meet up. I said sure and drove to her
hotel and brought her to my place. She was so nice and we talked about all sorts
of things and found that we had a lot in common life-wise. I did break down and
cry when we talked about sex, because of the 'incident.' I get so scared
thinking about it. I just keep remembering the pain and helplessness. I want it
to be good and have someone who is firm but kind. She was so full of compassion
for me.
- She used to live in Sydney and is seconded to Melbourne at the moment and is
being put up in the Sheraton. I was amazed at her poise and confidence in public
especially since she has only had a little electrolysis. She has had some
Professional photos taken and has included them in her web-site. She looks
stunning in them.
- It was a great evening.
- Sep 4th
- That lady had invited me to a meal with her friends. I turned up (in boy
mode because of my heavy fuzz) and we waited for her friends.
- The restaurant was the really high class 'Geckos' in the Sheraton. Talk
about brave! And to my complete and utter amazement, they treated us like
royalty. I mean really and truly. The Chef kept coming out and bringing extra
little entree sized things like bisques, cakes and what not for no charge. I
even tried to extract the recipe for one of the soups and teased him about his
French accent, but he wouldn't give it to me obviously. He was great. The girl
who served us was full of beans and took photos and the drinks waiter gave us an
extra bottle of wine! And to top it off, when we left, they formed a little
honor guard at the door! The chef, his off-sider, the drinks waiter and the
serving girl! It was fantastic! I have no idea what the other diners thought..
The only thing that I have to say I WON'T miss is being handed the bills, wine
lists, and having to do that 'taste the wine' bit. I think that will be the last
time it will ever happen to me, because the tradition is so strong to hand those
things to the 'male'. *giggle*
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