As It Should Be

I climbed into my brother's car, and started with a preface. I've wanted to share something about myself for a long time, and it's pretty serious. "You're not getting a sex change, right?" He laughed. "Well...it's not quite that severe. You remember us running around the house in Mom's heels when we were little? I never stopped. I've been crossdressing most of my life."

He was really surprised. I talked, he asked good questions. He complimented me on on my stealth. He never suspected anything. That's what a successful crossdresser has to do. We talked about twenty minutes, till we got to the stadium. When they played the national anthem, he asked me if I would've had to remove my wig, as we did our caps.

After the game, more talk on the way home. Does this mean you're gay?, he asked. Can't come out to anyone without that question. But he didn't care what the answer was, he just wanted to know. It was a good honest conversation, and I told him everything that came into my mind. I commented that he's never really known me, and I hate that. I wanted to change that.

When he dropped me off, he told me that he still loves me and that this doesn't change anything between us. We're still one another's best friends.

I feel like this is a first step toward turning my life right. I am so tired of not connecting with people, out of fear that I will say something that might hint at my dark secret. That's why I so love all the friends I've made since I've found this community. I can be myself without fear, something everyone should have. And now I've embarked on including the people I have history with. I'm not sure who might be next, maybe my wife's sister, the one who doesn't already know. Liberation could become a habit if it always feels this good.