Way back in the day when I first began to live a little in the public’s eye as a woman, I thought it was all “kicks and giggles.” After all, what could ever be so bad about getting dressed up and going shopping or eventually even out to eat.
As I slowly advanced my cross dressing bucket list, I started to consider doing things which weren’t so appealing. Since that time, I have done many different activities which revolved around very male domains. Over the years I have been stared at in auto parts stores and even visited a self serve auto junk yard once.
Today I get to go and get the oil changed in the car which I am not really looking forward to.
Sometimes though, I look at it all as a rite of passage into the feminine world as a transgender woman. As much as going through a mammogram.
On the positive side, watching some guy change the oil in the car is a lot less painful than having a big machine squeeze your breasts.