There are a few people who I work with that I consider friends as well as colleagues. Some of these also know about Stacy and have been very supportive over the last 12 months. I have one colleague who lets me use his flat whenever I need to get changed after work – as I have a real loathing of getting changed at my destination. I have another one whose wife brought me a selection of makeup back from Mexico and has given me a lot of tips on how to apply it, and links to online tutorials to help hone my skills.
He said that he would like to meet Stacy, and I certainly have nothing against it so we arranged for me to go there for a meal this week.
I had my choice of outfit ready (actually I got the combination as a complete accident due to removing the skin from my shin when changing to the oil on the R6 a few weeks ago and not wanting to wear translucent, skin coloured tights whilst they were red and scabby – but it’s now one of my favourites), got ready after work at my other friends flat and went looking for their house.
I had a fantastic evening, chatting about this that and the other. A bit of techy chat, a lot of girly chat with his wife (which completely eluded him, sorry for that!) and a lovely, real Mexican meal. Well almost real – they had ran out of chillies so it was not hot, which is fine by me…
When I first walked in “Wow, if I didn’t know you I wouldn’t have known”. What more could a girl ask for? Seeing as I have never enjoyed being the centre of attention it is nice that I don’t stand out…
Then towards the end of the evening I asked how he was coping – he said he was little in shock and speechless when I first arrived. But that after a while it just became natural talking to me.
Again, that just puts me so at ease – I am just me, I don’t think about how I should be acting when I’m out as Stace (after all having another façade would not help matters any) so it’s nice that someone else sees that I am just me, with no airs.
I got a nice compliment from his wife too – “You’re so pretty!” Whilst that is not as important to me as the first two (I’ve never thought of myself as good looking either in male clothes or as Stacy) it’s always nice to hear. With my next appointment at the VU next week, and planning on taking public transport for the first time, all three compliments were a wonderful confidence booster :)
Oh, and she noticed that I have lost a lot of weight :) That’s always nice to hear as well!
And of course the thing that had to go wrong… His wife complimented me on how well I walked on heels and asked if I had trouble learning (I was in Mrs Stace’s 8cm heels). I said no, not really I just started walking in them.
And then nearly fell down the stairs outside of their front door when leaving and bounced off of a wall. Nothing hurt, except maybe my pride a little :)