Beam me up

I had a night out planned in the Village tomorrow with Cathy, but due to unforeseen circumstances it has now been cancelled. As many of you know Cathy’s wife recently found the Wayout Tranny Guide lying around and confronted her with it, forcing Cathy into some on the spot damage limitation. Having been so close (inches away) to being discovered myself by both friends and family, I can imagine the terror that Cathy must have felt. My heart goes out to her at this difficult time, currently she is having to endure the roaring silence of a perplexed wife. It’s easy to be philosophical, even, as I’ve seen happen, glibly righteous about Cathy’s circumstances or course of action, but people must do what they feel is right for themselves, and sometimes only they know best what that is. Had I been in Cathy’s situation, family-wise, I would have lied through my teeth. Perhaps like Cathy, when I married, I felt differently about myself, with regard to doing strange things like dressing up as a woman. I didn’t really know myself then, didn’t know who I was, thought it was best to do things the way everyone else around me did them, despite knowing with 99.9% certainty that I was transsexual. Were she in a position to do so, my wife would probably have never forgiven me for not telling her. But I wasn’t being dishonest, I just didn’t think living as a woman was a realistic hope, so I just did the best job I could in whatever way I could. I get the impression (I may be wrong) that like me, Cathy has discovered herself since joining this site, or shall we say, has realised the importance of her own self-expression. I’ve had the freedom of living on my own for a good many years, but in the last year have discovered more about myself than in the previous forty, and for once in my life, I really do feel free. Freedom of self-expression, it’s changed me so much and I revel in it, often at the peril of my friends. But Cathy, having discovered its importance, is forbidden from it.