Do You Know A Cross-dresser?

"Yeah, maybe, we'll shoot a round of golf or" he raised his voice as I headed as fast as I could for the door "we'll give one another a bikini wax...again."

I turned around to look at him as I hurried out the door. Actually, everyone in the store turned around to look at him.

"What?" He said to the other customers around him who stared. "You never had a bikini wax.?"

His attempt at embarrassing me about the bikini wax worked. Suddenly, I felt like a cross-dresser undressed and wearing regular man's clothes while trying to hide the fact that I was a cross-dresser. It was ridiculous. Now, I could never shop at the store ever again.

Stuart and I did not see much of one another after that and I feel bad about that. He was a great guy, a good friend, and a talented golfer. Only, I could not get beyond the thought of him being a cross-dresser and the vision of seeing him dressed as a woman. He is the better person than I am. I could never walk out in public dressed the way he was dressed, yet, there he was confronting what he needed to be happy and I applaud him for that.

Now, that I think of it, it would be fun, funny, even, for all of us guys to get together and dress up as women and make a night of it, maybe even go to a strip club dressed like that. A couple of the guys have beards and mustaches. Now, that would be funny. One of the guys is even bowlegged. Only, I think that Stuart may feel that we were making fun of him instead of trying to accept him for who he is.

Part of me feels sorry for him. Maybe, not as much now that he has given into it and accepted it but as a younger man, he must have been tortured inside, confused, angry, and hurt. I cannot imagine the misery he must have gone through to get where he is now.

Take care, Stuart, wherever you are.