A visit to the parents - I'm so Proud of Them

Well, Linda and I went down to see my parents at the weekend, it was my dad's 70 something birthday. Well what do you get for a guy who has everything, and if he finds something new he wants, he just goes out and buys it. A quandry.
So on Sunday morning we got up, I put on my black thin cotton trousers with sparkly tights underneath, 1.5 inch heeled shoes, 1 inch long solid gold earings and white t-shirt with lilac capped sleeves with a shiney lilac motif on the front, and lilac nail varnish, and off we go. We stopped in at Milton Keynes on the way down as we heard they were having a collectors fair. We browsed the stalls, and saw many people dressed up as Superman and trekies etc. so I didnt feel out of placed in my girly get-up. We found a picture of Sir Bobby Moore and the England football team after winning the World cup back in 1966, and inserted in the picture frame were two slides of actual film footage from the game. My dad is a football nut, so this was a must buy for us.

We stopped at the South Mimms services on the M25 for a cup of tea and cake, and I got some serious hard looks from one woman in particular, like she was saying 'who let that out' but I just sat there and raised my pinkie when drinking my tea, so she could see the full effect of the nails (which by the way are very long for a guy).

We arrived at my parents, and I think they were a little suprised by my outfit, but they were very polite and didnt say a thing. I came out to them back in autumn 1998 and was blunty told not to come home dressed. That was a long time ago, and I figured they had seen me in various female clothes, but always the type that left you thinking 'was that a girls top or shoes, or not'

So Sunday, I was full on girly. I have spoken to my mum since, and she hasnt made any untoward comments, so I guess they are OK with it all now. I'm so proud of them for accepting me for who I am, and hopefully they still love me.