It was a warm Sunday in May. A group of us guys who've known each other for years had gathered at our favorite neighborhood bar. The bartender, a thirty something year old woman named Chloe, chatted with her customers as she hustled from one end of the bar to the other serving their drinks or meals.
Chloe is a small blond girl with blue eyes. Her hair is put up in a messy bun that lets unruly strands line her cheeks. Her thin lips are soft pink. Just a hint of shadow adorns her lids. When she smiles dimples bring out the charm in her diamond-shaped face.
Big screen Televisions are showing baseball games_ some Red Sox, others MLB game of the week. Bar patrons are commenting on the games while gulping their drinks.
Minutes after finishing my first beer, I took the first sip of another Sam Adams. Another half hour will pass before I finish it.
At 30 years old I remain single. Past relationships with women had never felt right. I'm not gay, though some may think that. As I sip my beer I take my eyes off baseball and check out the women sitting at the bar.
I wonder what it feels like being a girl, getting a period every 28 days. Part of me would not mind being in a girl's body, having curves and boobs. At the same time part of me would hate bleeding from my lady parts every month. I've never mentioned having those thoughts. Wherever did anyone get the notion that I want to transition?
Looking diagonally to my right in the direction of the inner door, I spotted a smoking hot blond with another girl, the other one a brunette. Both wore a short hairdo that says 'I'm a lesbian'.
I turned to my friend Jason on my immediately left. "I'd do both of them if I was a girl."
"So get a straight girl," he quipped, his voice barely above a whisper.
I let the comment pass and reverted to being the shy boy who seldom speaks.
I've never crossdressed nor have I had any desire to do so. That's not to say I don't appreciate women's fashions.
I like certain items that I've seen my sister Jackie wearing. My sister Joanne has clothes that look nice on her.
Jackie and Joann are very close. One could even say "joined at the hip."
Anyway, the Saturday after my visit to Steve's Tavern saw Jo and Jackie sitting with me on my balcony overlooking the lawn. We fell into easy conversation over coffee.
Jackie's favorite tv show is titled "Charmed". In the show 3 sisters who happen to be witches vanquish evil doers and save the world. About 10 minutes into the visit she steered the conversation to that show.
"I watched a few episodes, the one's with Kaley Cuoco."
'The final season," said Jackie.
'She's hot."
"You want to be her." Jo teased.
I let the remark go.
'Yes you do," Jackie added.
Jo drew a 100 millimeter Salem from her pack on the table. Smoke streamed from her lips as she held the cigarette by her right ear.
"See you later Stephanie." Jo quipped as the girls stood up to leave.