I can run around in heels...
As a transvestite, cross dressing is sort of my job. I can think of a couple of funny things that have happened while I've been out cross dressing.

One evening I was at the late lamented Full Tilt at the Electric Ballroom in Camden. There I was in my little black dress, fishnets, heels, wig, etc., sitting next to my best friend who was chatting to someone or other. As I was sitting there, minding my own business, a little fat skinhead, aged about thirty, came and sat next to me and started dribbling in my ear about the music. I didn't think anything of it until I realised that he was touching my knee an awful lot and it suddenly occurred to me "Shit. He thinks I'm a real girl!" Although I'm bisexual I didn't think he was (and he was a bit ugly), so I had to think of a way out of it without getting my face punched in. I jabbed my best friend in the side a couple of times until she eventually looked round and saw my predicament. She leaned over and asked me if I wanted to get a drink with her, so I nodded desperately and we ran to the bar.

He followed us. I didn't realise that he had until I was stood at the bar and I felt him pressing up against my back. I looked towards my friend with total fear, she realised what was going on and put her arms round me and said "Excuse me, do you mind leaving my girlfriend alone?". The skinhead pulled a face of "Ugh! Lesbians" and ran away. Hurrah.


Another time at Full Tilt, I got a phonecall, so ducked into the toilets and into a cubicle to take the call. The guys in the toilet were a bit surprised when I said "Okay, bye" in my fairly male sounding voice then emerged from the cubicle as a female.
(Iris_Wildthyme is three sheets to the wind, Tue 20 Mar 2007, 12:46, Reply)