Secret Smile

Tonight, I relax. I've been wearing a little Mona Lisa smile for several hours. New warm memories keep occurring to me. I'll recount:

Tina had five boxes and bins of clothes to look through. I think I took fully a fifth of it. There are some pieces that I'll probably never wear outside, and I'm guessing that some won't fit when I get around to trying them on. I took mostly tops and sweaters. In fact, I decided to use one piece over my cream shell, and it looked much prettier than what I had planned to wear. Tina is the greatest. This act alone would've made my night, but the hits just kept on coming.

I dressed at Lisa's after putting my swag away in my car. I knew that a lot of new people were coming to the meeting, and my Transformational Explorium would likely be otherwise occupied. Dressing off site and arriving as Leslie is wonderfully fulfilling. I feel like a real person when boy-me doesn't have to be seen on the way in.

Dinner was nice. I sat with Sylvia, and we had a lovely conversation. I have missed talking to her these last months, but we had more to catch up on that way, I suppose. This was the first fully social meeting we've had for six or eight months, and I think everyone welcomed it. No business discussed! A very large turnout to say goodbye to Samantha and Keith.

It was sad to have the evening end, but I got enough Leslie time to satisfy me for a while. I had to untransform on site, and I shared a lot of hugs in boy mode as I left. That's okay, they see the real me no matter what I'm wearing.