Ladies who Lunch - At the Gloryhole

She was the oldest and definitely the most passable. She had long gray, white hair which landed somewhere around her bra strap. She was constantly playing with it and sometimes even braiding it. We all told her she was stunning, gorgeous, she had the best eyebrows, best cheeks, we were all jealous. She was also the timidest, she was the one that had trouble leaving through the front door of the salon, leaving the car, or going anywhere that might have men in the vicinity. She never gave anyone eye contact.

"Mmm, I am fifty-eight, my wife kind of knows. She doesn't approve. I have been cross-dressing for ever. I go away a couple of times a year to dress up, to become myself again, and, um, I want to do it more now that I have time. I would like to experience life as a 'female' before I die." She took another deep breath, "I would like to get more comfortable talking to people."

"Marilyn, touched her hand, "You will. Now that the three of you are together. You will all have more confidence, more of an 'I don't care' attitude. There is power in numbers and you three are ready for some fun, you deserve it." She poured more wine and we talked some more, even when she left the room, it was nice, I learned a lot. I learned I wasn't the only one in Worchester like me. Maybe there were even more 'women' like me in this world.

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After that first time with the other two ladies we opened up a little more, we told more stories, much more personal remembrances and we got together so much more. We started to discover each other's personalities. Sarah was the smart one, the quietest, she was less likely to do anything out of the ordinary. She could take weeks to decide on things, new dresses, new shoes, new hairstyles. She was the opposite of the words, impulsive and rambunctious. While Brenda was the chatty one, the loudest and the biggest. She didn't really care if others knew she was a male in a dress, she was out to have fun, especially after her wife had passed. We also let her make most of the plans, she was the one that introduced us to Trudi at 'Boynton Tavern,' and she was the one that had been going to visit Marilyn at the salon the longest. She also made us get every bit of our hair removed from our bodies. My wife was suspicious.