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This true story originally appeared in the February, 1997 issue
of Innerview, the monthly newsletter of
Crossport, the
Transgendered support group in Cincinnati, Ohio, and the Spring
Issue of "The Femme Mirror", the quarterly publication of Tri-Ess.
Working Enfemme! A Pipe Dream?
A New Year's Resolution?
Did I make any this year? Yes! They will go un-named but I'm
still working on them. One item that was not included on my list,
but was certainly in the back of my mind as the clock clicked
over to 12:00:01 on January 1st was the idea of
actually working
enfemme.
For some time now, I have been fantasizing
about the possibility of Jill being a female railroad engineer.
Perhaps it was a combination of events that led to the
possibility turning into reality. Maybe it was my sometime utter
disregard for negative consequences. And then again, it could
have been my need to 'push the envelope' just a little further.
Several times over the past year, I have gone to work from dinner
or a meeting, and then changed into my work
clothes upon arrival.
Most of my co-workers and the office staff know of my transgendered
status, and they have seen my photos.
On the occasions that I have arrived at work 'dressed', only a
few other employees were present, and they either accept the fact
or don't care. Since I usually work the third shift, the number
of people on duty is minimal.
As fate would have it, one night I arrived to
be greeted by my immediate supervisor, who
knows,and the new General Manager,
who had only heard about my crossdressing. The encounter went well,
as far as I could tell, but there was certainly uneasiness on my
part, and probably theirs also.
Nothing was said to me directly afterwards, but
the GM nows refers
to me as 'our crossdressing engineer'. I can only imagine that
he would not like the idea of me working as a female engineer.
Left My Shoes At Home
On another occasion, I arrived at work and during the course of
changing clothes, realized that I had left my (required safety)
work shoes at home by the front door.
Wouldn't you know that the
GM would pick that night for a safety meeting. I sat two chairs
from him in my stocking feet, trying to keep my feet hidden under
the chair. I managed to get through the meeting without incident,
and quickly got out of the office, where I felt a modicum of
safety.
The night went well, except that I felt weird running the engine
with flats. Fortunately for me, I did not have to disembark from
the engine . . . UNTIL - - quitting time. I had planned on
shutting down the engine and quickly going home, with no one else
aware of the situation, except for my conductor. NOT!!
As the night progressed, it became apparent that we were not
going to make it back to our terminal, and that we would have to
be relieved on the road. When our time was up, my supervisor
arrived with his van and the relief crew. They were all
standing on the ground near the engine as I climbed down. Later,
he pulled me aside and asked if I had worked that way all night.
I truthfully admitted that I had (what else could I say?), and
he reminded me of the rules. THAT was IT! What a relief!!!!
Buoyed by the apparent acceptance of those around me, but still
fearful of the consequences, I had all but dismissed the idea of
actually working enfemme, until recently.
The Plan Unfolds
My regular conductor was transferred to another run, and the
person that was sent as a replacement was an old friend that I
enjoyed working with. In addition, I knew that he was open
minded. Another new addition to the crew was a third person, a
young man in training.
Chris, my conductor, and I (read Jill) had in the past made
arrangements to meet for some late night visits to the local hot
spots. Unfortunately, something happened both times and we never
got together.
The three of us worked together for the better part of the week,
with Chris constantly making remarks about Jill to me and in
front of our trainee. I tried to skirt around the issue, not
wanting to involve the young man, until he admitted that he knew
all about Jill, having been told by my former conductor.
One thing led to another and Chris suggested that it would be
neat if Jill were to be the engineer some night. I countered
that if it were to happen, a Friday night would be best. Plans
were then formulated for Jill to work on Friday. Everyone was
ecstatic.
The Moment of Truth
Knowing that I would have to change into workclothes once I
arrived, and to show the trainee what Jill looks like dressed up,
I arrived in heels and a two piece outfit. Imagine my surprise
when I walked into the office and the daytime crew was just
getting off duty. Neither had met Jill before and, although they did not look shocked, I'm sure that they were at least surprised.
I calmly said hello and sat down to consume the food that I had
with me, while carrying on a light banter with them.
Shortly after they left, my crew arrived. Our young trainee was
impressed and commented that had he not know it was me, he would
have assumed that I was a GG. After that, it was time to don my
jeans and work boots. I almost decided to work in my skirt, but
it was too darn cold outside.
Even thought I was bundled up against the cold, and there were
few outward signs that Jill was at the controls, all three of us
knew and we enjoyed the situation. I was in heaven!!!
The evening was uneventful, and I had a great time, playing the
situation to the hilt. My hair kept getting in my face and I
constantly had to brush it back to my shoulders. When the engine
eventually warmed up enough, I shed some of my outer garments
and rode without a jacket so that I could experience the joy of
working in my sheer black blouse. I was very aware of my breasts
all night and relished the thought of the nipples pushing against
the sheer fabric and of feeling them every now and then. I was
on cloud nine all night.
After our tour was over, Chris suggested that we get a bite to
eat, so we all headed for Denny's. I took the time to get out of
my jeans and boots and slipped back into my skirt, and off we
went. The three of us spent a pleasant time together reminiscing
before we headed in separate directions.
Time will tell if there are any repercussions, but I have talked
with my supervisor since my FIRST experience, and nothing was
said. I'm sure that Jill will be at the controls again soon.
When the weather warms up again, we plan to do a photo shoot on
the engine.
To continue reading about Jill's Real Life Adventures, Go to
Index of Jill's Real Life Adventures
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to one of the following items ..
Out of the Closet . . . Into the Spotlight .. or ..
My Brushes With The Law - Trip To St. Louis .. or ..
Prelude To Dallas .. or ..
My Enfemme Flight to the Texas "T" Party.
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