Having taken care of my stomach and after a quick stop in the powder room, we headed south to Austin. On the way, Laura phoned another of my nieces, Hanna, who invited us to stay the night. As she lives inside a fenced condo complex and Laura was not sure how to get there, we agreed to meet at a nearby Circle K.

Hanna immediately recognized Laura, but was a little unsure as I walked up to her. She had also previously seen my photos and finally recognized me as her Aunt Jill. We had a happy reunion and then headed for her condo. While Hanna accepted me with open arms, partially, I think because she and Laura are best friends, her husband was less than enthusiastic, although friendly. Hanna and I have always been close and that relationship, I'm sure, helped her over the initial shock.

I was exhausted from the flight and the driving and went to bed around 1 a.m., but Laura and Hanna stayed up and talked well into the wee hours. The next morning, the three of us girls (I just love saying that) dressed and went to a family restaurant for brunch, before Laura and I headed further south.

My brother Larry had called her place to inquire of my whereabouts, and we returned his call to inform him that we were on the way to Corpus (as it is called by the locals).

Meeting My Brother On The Job

My younger brother Larry informed us that he would be at work by the time we arrived. I asked if it was ok to visit him there and he gave the go-ahead. When we arrived, he greeted us with the ever present camcorder and recorded the moment for posterity. Even though he was forewarned, I think he was still a little surprised to see Jill instead of Ron, but nevertheless was happy to see us.

Rather coyly, he asked how I would like to be introduced to his co-workers. As we received the 10c tour, I was introduced as his sister Jill. A check with him the next day revealed that no one had questioned my status.

From there, it was off to meet with the rest of the family. I figured that his wife would not present a problem, but I was uncertain of the reaction of the one niece and nephew still living at home. I reasoned that they had long ago accepted Laura, and since we were good friends, that I also would be accepted.

Herman was pretty much indifferent to my new found ways, but my niece, Louise, for whom I have always had a special love, was excited about my second self. We spent many hours together. We talked about clothes, makeup, and our lives. I could not have been happier as she modeled almost every nice thing that she owned. Her mother, Pearl, was quick to accept me and from the beginning addressed me as Jill.

Laura needed a few things from her place, and as I was anxious to see how it was decorated, we headed out. While there, Laura showed me a few of her outfits, and offered me one of them as a present. She explained that it was too large for her and probably would fit me. Thanks to Laura, I now possess a red silk evening gown, which I will always cherish.

We returned home and found that my brother had taken off early from work, much to my surprise and delight. We spent the remainder of the evening, well into the next morning, at his backyard bar, catching up, and talking about Jill and the trip.

Sightseeing on South Padre Island

Later that same morning, after a few quick winks, six of us set off for South Padre Island for a little sight seeing. Most of southern Texas was under a wind alert and I, of course, took advantage of this by wearing a long, broomstick pleated skirt that would sway with the breeze. What a wonderful feeling having your legs caressed by your skirt blowing in the wind.

We found a nice seafood restaurant for lunch and noted as we were escorted to a rear table that the place was packed. Our waitress appeared and it was apparent that she was having a 'bad hair day'. As I usually do in restaurants, I started kidding with the waitress and found that she indeed had had a very rushed lunch period and was a little irritable. Well, with my shenanigans she slowly changed her demeanor and was joking with us toward the end of the meal. Mission accomplished.

I paid for the meal with my credit card and when she returned with the receipt, she politely said, "Thank you Ms. Ambrose for coming and helping to brighten my day." She did not suspect that she just made my day by addressing me as Ms. Ambrose.

As I was driving north, we were required to make a right turn to return home. Coming from the opposite direction was a police officer who was turning left. At the point that our two cars were almost parallel, I looked his way and flashed a smile, which was returned with a smile and a wave. Made my day again!!! Twice in less than an hour!! I was in seventh heaven!

Since I was out later that night at a bar with Laura, who is notorious for her flirting, I was anxious to see her in action, and as a result was swept up in the scene. Several of the patrons made passes at both of us, but other than accepting a few drinks and a couple games of pool, nothing happened. I guess I was happy about that, as I was not prepared to do anything more. I was very happy that those people found me attractive enough to want to associate with me on a male/female level.

Who's More Fun...Ron or Jill?

Tuesday night, the last evening I had remaining with my family, found us at home after a delicious meal at a steak house. We were watching a few 'transgender theme' movies provided by Laura and I was sitting back in the recliner reminiscing about the past few days when I decided that the time was perfect for a brief announcement, preceded by a question to which I thought I already knew the answer.

"Hey bro", I asked, "Who is more fun to be with, Ron or Jill?" The answer came back almost at once from everyone. "Jill", they said.

And then I added. "You are all now aware of the fact that I am transgendered and have been for many years, although I have just recently come out of the closet. I am sitting here with my family dressed in a darling skirt, which just barely covers the top of my nylon covered knees, wearing a pair of black pumps and a blouse." I continued, "and I am reminiscing about the trip here and all the pleasant things that have happened to me while here, and thinking how lucky I am to be accepted by such a wonderful family."

My eyes started to cloud over as I pushed on. "It is so wonderful to be accepted dressed as I am and I can say without reservation, that this past weekend was and this moment is probably the happiest of my life". Before I was even finished, there were tears in my eyes and everyone was heading for me with open arms.

Heading for the "T" Party

Too soon, early the next morning, it was time to leave for Dallas and the "T" party. I arrived at the hotel in early afternoon and had plenty of time to register and freshen up for the evening meal. Together with two busloads of other girls, we were escorted to a local restaurant, which had a wonderful view of the city. The meal was great. It was served buffet style, and there was a good variety of salads, entrees and desserts.

My only complaint was that we were rushed back on the buses just as we were warming up on the dance floor. It was an interesting evening, especially since many of the girls were experiencing their first public outing. I met so many delightful women.

Wednesday night a group of us went out bar-hopping and ended up at the Desert Moon, a "cowgirl" bar. The place was pretty much deserted, except for two girls behind the bar, several patrons and a "cowboy". The bartender told us that they had a back room with a DJ. Our group headed back to find that we had the place to ourselves.

I am not a dancer. At wedding receptions, I will usually only dance two or three slow songs, and only if my wife drags me into it. Jill was a different story. Jill is a great dancer (something that I just discovered) and enjoyed being on the dance floor, especially for the fast tunes. I can not believe how much fun I was having and was on the dance floor almost constantly. I also spent a great deal of time admiring myself in the floor to ceiling mirrors situated at the rear of the dance floor. I understand that this is normal for us transgendered girls. While the slow tunes were on, I danced by myself, with my eyes half closed, and my hands clasped in front of me, dreaming about all the nice things that had happened the past weekend. Sometime during the evening, I got bold and asked the cowboy, "Big D", to dance with me.

He asked if I wanted to lead or follow and did I know the two-step. DUH! Well, I do not know the two-step and I figured that, being a female, I should follow, which is something that I have never done. He understood the situation and offered to teach me. His hand pressing on my back meant that I should come toward him and when he released the pressure, I should glide backward. I am happy to say that I only stepped on his feet a few times and things went great. We had a wonderful time with all the music.

When I finally returned to the hotel, I met my roomie for the first time. Because I am a thrifty (read frugal) person, Linda and Cindy, the organizers of the "T" party, arranged for someone to share a room with me to cut down on expenses. She was already in bed, but we both were curious about the other and spent quite a bit of time just talking.

Thursday morning, after a short night, I spent some time volunteering as a hostess in the hospitality room. This proved to be very enjoyable as I met and chatted with so many nice people. One person in particular, and just by mere chance, turned out to be someone with whom I had been corresponding on the Internet. What a small world, as neither of us knew the other would be in attendance.

One of the reasons that I had volunteered for the hospitality room was so that I could catch up on all the transgender movies that I had never seen. Even after the "T" party was over, the most I was able to see was parts of several movies. Another plan dashed. I did, though, spend a lot of time talking with others and found that most were experiencing the same problems, and feeling the same emotions as myself. It was amazing how many shared the same history. Well, I thought, delete their name and substitute mine.

I only attended two seminars that day, the first on Breast Enhancement presented by Mystie, which was a demonstration of how to temporarily enlarge your breasts using a suction/vacuum system. UGH! Not for me! The second was given by Rachel Miller and his wife, with whom I had shared breakfast. Rachel's talk was on "The Bliss of Becoming One", which also happens to be the title of her new book. I found it very enjoyable and enlightening. I got plenty of inspiration and yes, did buy the book. During the week, I spent more time with the Miller's and am happy to call them my friends.

Sometime during the presentation, I made a remark that was subsequently corrected by Virginia Prince in private. I had the feeling that she was following me around all day as several times she was handy to correct something I had said, or to offer some friendly advice. I learned through these encounters that my idol was just like me and indeed a decent person. It was a pleasure meeting her.

The evening meal, Southwestern fare, as I recall, was very tasty. Entertainment after dinner consisted of a belly dancer and a magician. I was more interested in the magician, although I did enjoy watching the gyrations of the belly- dancer. Most of my life, I have been involved in some aspect of theater. In addition, my avocation for almost 30 years has been one of a professional magician. Marty, the magician, was good and was well received by the audience, although it was poor planning by the committee to have him work individual tables with such a large crowd.

Marty and I exchanged notes, showed each other card tricks and generally talked magic while the dancer performed. He knew many of the same people that I did, and I think that he was impressed by my credentials. All in all, good food and impressive entertainment.

Later that night at Sue Ellen's, a local alternative bar, I was stopped by two girls who had recognized me from the night before. They said that "Big D" had told them that I was a crossdresser and that they could not believe it. They were convinced the night before that I was a genuine girl. I took the news with a great deal of happiness, and thanked them for making my day.

Friday, I stayed in bed rather late, but managed to spend a few minutes in the vendor's area before the seminar on Religion at 11:00. It was not what I expected (I wasn't really sure what to expect) but I did leave with the realization that many, many crossdressers are deeply involved in religion. I left with a good feeling. After that I headed for lunch and the fashion show which followed. Lunch was most welcome, as I had skipped (the free) breakfast.

After the meal, I attended the Alternate Lifestyles seminar, not knowing what to expect. The subject matter interesting, but most of all, I got to meet Liz, a bi girl from the big apple. We became instant friends and spent a good amount of time together the remainder of the week. There were a few more seminars that I wanted to attend, but could not fit them all in. I opted for Phyllis Frye's presentation, mainly because I wanted to meet her, and then attended the Computer seminar, because that's something very dear to my heart.

One of several reasons that I chose the "T" party was that they were going to have an auctual transgendered wedding. I was impressed by the ceremony. I don't normally cry at weddings, but what's a girl to do in such an emotional situation. At the reception, I had my picture taken with the bride and groom.

Friday evening at dinner, I sat with my room-mate and a few of her frinds whom I had not met. This was one of the very few times that we were able to spend together. After dinner, I spent most of the evening in the downstairs bar at the hotel with several of the girls, including Liz, Buffy, Mystie, Rachel and Lisa, plus a few others whose names I can't recall. It was a guiet, relaxing, and very enjoyable time away from the loud music of the night before.

I hit the sack early (read 1 a.m.), even before Rachel, my roomie, and slept well. The next morning, I checked out the tag sale, but could not find anything that interested me, and then headed for the vendor area where I blew my wad on a pair of silicone breast forms. I had been interested in acquiring a pair previously, but could/would not buy them sight unseen. I am happy that I waited and am delighted with my purchase.

I skipped the morning seminars that I had planned on attending, in lieu of time visiting with the other girls in the Hospitality room. Following lunch, I opted for the seminar on "Computers, Cats & Sex" since I have a deep interest in all three. Moreover, the speaker was to be Rita Cotterly, Ph. D., whom I had the pleasure of chatting with extensively the evening before. It was a very unusual presentation. Rita used audience participation and got everyone involved. I carried several good ideas away from that seminar.

Cinderella, with a Twist

Saturday night, I had hoped to connect with someone who was heading out to the bars but had no luck. Instead, I headed for the downstairs bar, still in hopes that, perhaps a group was getting together there for a trip out. No such luck, but I did discover that the hotel had a DJ and a dance floor.

I was wearing the cowgirl outfit that I had worn to dinner that evening. I was feeling especially daring, as the dress just barely covered my back end. It had several layers of lacy material which flared out and made me feel, well, sexy. Earlier in the day, I had purchased the set of silicone breast forms which have very pronounced nipples, and these protruded very plainly through the black bra and the rather tight western style blouse that I was wearing.

I reasoned that this was going to be my last night in Dallas, and come what may, I was going to have a good time, before returning home. I had selected the shoulder length, strawberry blond wig to complement the outfit and thought that I looked especially nice, and was well pleased with my appearance.

I spent perhaps ten minutes on the dance floor by myself and as I turned toward the bar, I noticed a petite young lady walking my way with her hands extended, obviously looking for a dancing partner. I accepted her gesture and we danced together for the next set. She then showed me to where she was sitting and we sat and talked for a bit.

It turns out that she was in Dallas with a friend. When introduced he asked to be called "Bubba". Not sure if that was his name or if he was joking. He got up and went to the bar while we talked. Linda confided that they had been friends for several years and she longed to go to bed with him, but he made no moves in that direction. I'm sure that he was keeping his eye on her from a distance, and I felt a little uncomfortable with the situation. I also had no idea if she knew that Jill was a guy, although she must have known about the convention.

The next song was a slow one and I glanced toward the dance floor and she followed me there. As we were dancing and I was holding her fairly loosely, we made eye contact and before I knew what was happening, she had her lips pressed to mine. I remember her remark later that 'you are sure a great kisser'.

The next couple of songs were also slow, romantic pieces and I was happy to have her close and hold her body pressed tight against mine. I remember wondering what some of the people seated around the dance floor must be thinking. Sometime during the evening, she asked if I was bisexual, and without giving it any thought, I replied in the affirmative, although I am not. Perhaps she did know the truth about Jill.

She mentioned that she had several bisexual friends that would positively be jealous when she tells them about our evening together. Unfortunately the evening ended too soon as Bubba returned and told 'cinderella' that the time was at hand when they had to leave.

What a great finish to a wonderful week in Texas!!!!!

Three Cheers and a Few Tears

Sunday morning, Rachel, in drab, and I met downstairs for breakfast. What a let-down to see so many of my friends, still wearing painted nails, in male attire. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and so, after eating and saying a few final farewells, Rachel drove me to the airport. We hugged each other, and with runny eyes, promised to keep in touch and perhaps, if, there should by some chance be another "T" party, we would connect up as roomies again. Since I returned home, I received a letter from Linda and Cindy stating that there would indeed be another next year. Three Cheers!!!

The curbside check-in was uneventful and before I boarded the plane, I just had to check out the restroom. The connecting flight to Charleston was smooth, with clear weather all the way. I sat next to an older (perhaps 60) gentleman who was flying to NY for a funeral. We spoke small talk most of the way. I enjoyed his company. It kept me from thinking about going home and probably saved numerous tears, although I did manage to squeeze out a few. Oh, and yes, we did get fed.

Once in Charleston, I headed straight for the restrooms before settling into the waiting area for my next flight. The trip to Cincinnati was on a commuter jet and I had a seat to myself. This afforded me plenty of time to reflect on the past week and how wonderful everything had been. I'm sure my eyes were red when I departed the plane.

The trip was still not quite over, as my friends suggested that we stop somewhere for dinner. I was only too happy to prolong the adventure. I eventually arrived home to a warm welcome, and after an unplanned set of circumstances, I made love to my wife still dressed as Jill. This is not saying that she has changed her position about Jill, but that the conditions were right for what happened. I enjoyed myself and the situation immensely.

Jill

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