Is My Slip Showing?

What I Did On My Holiday Vacation ― Part 2

Most or perhaps, all of my wife’s relatives know about my crossdressing, talk about it amongst themselves, but never say a word to me about it. They have actually used it against me in some family matters, but when confronted why a particular decision was made, they give another reason that makes no sense, but covers their transphobia.

Most of those transphobes are dead now, but when they were all still alive, I always wanted to attend one of their family functions en femme, but I never did it in deference to my wife.

Anyway, my wife’s cousin, Wendi, organized a Christmas party for my wife’s surviving relatives. We attended and small gifts were exchanged among the small group of survivors. Not being blood, I did not expect a gift, but Wendi gave me a gift. Unwrapping the gift revealed four pairs of socks, but not your typical boring manly socks. Instead, they were multicolor patterned  socks.

Wendi asked if I liked the socks and when I said that I did, she remarked, “I thought you would like them because you were always different than the other guys."

Thank you, Wendi!

I have one sibling, a sister about 18 months younger than I. We have always been close, as close as siblings can be.

Since we were so close, I always felt that she knew all about me. However, she never mentioned my trans being; it was the proverbial elephant in the room.

I discussed this with my wife and we agreed that I should come out to my sister and undo the elephant, which I did one Sunday after dinner about 15 years ago. It did not go well.

My sister is very open-minded and includes gays among her closest friends, but she did not accept a trans brother ― too close to home I guess ― and after coming out, we never broached the subject again. (Although I do believe that her and my wife discuss the matter between themselves.

Since then, she occasionally would ask me what my plans were for the day or evening and if my plans were trans-related, I did not lie. I would tell her I was doing something girly and she would say, "OK," and would drop the subject.

As luck would have it, she asked me if I would be home on the evening of the Avon representative Christmas party because she wanted to stop by to pick up some Christmas gifts she had shipped to my house. I told her I had girly plans, so she said she would stop by another time.

When my sister learned that I had to leave the Christmas party almost immediately after arriving because of a family health issue, she e-mailed the following, "She got dressed up and went all the way for nothing?  Bummer. I'm sorry."

Although she referred to me in the third person, my sister called me "she."
 

Wearing Nine West.

Actor Bert Wheeler (right) in the 1931 film Peach-O-Reno (aka Peach O’Reno).