Chapter 4 Toronto

After sitting on the porch and going over all the events of the day, we retired to bed in order to get a good night's sleep. We were leaving early to drive to Toronto the next morning. The weather smiled on us the next morning and it was warm and sunny. We packed our things and loaded up the car. I was in drab for this occasion and I have to say, I missed Janey. As we drove away from the house I could not help looking back at the porch and that little top step that was so small in reality, but so large in my mind.

The drive was uneventful and we arrived in down town Toronto as planned and checked in to the hotel which was near city hall. Mary and W had a hairdressing appointment with an establishment that was TG friendly. They had been there before and Mary was growing her hair long and getting help styling it. This left my wife and I to our own devices for a while. Mary and W showed us where HMV and Sams were located and we went looking for some compact discs. We picked up some at both places and then I decided to go to the Eaton Center to get my ears pierced. I really had to psych myself up for this and I figured that with my wife there to give me moral support and being in drab, I might just have enough guts to go through with it. Mary had given us instructions as to the exact location in Eatons where the wig and ear piercing place was.

We arrived at the 3rd floor only to find construction going on and the location was changed. After searching around we located it in a temporary location way at the back. It was in a corner boxed in by filing cabinets to make a kind of cubicle. There was no one there and a little wooden toy clock with one hand pointing to 3 had a sign saying ,"Back At." To cut a long story short, the lady never turned up and my dreams of pierced ears went down the drain. We went back to the hotel where Mary and W had returned and we were informed that Mary's sister J had arrived and was in a room 2 floors below us. We all trotted down and we were introduced to J who is a marvelous lady who has no trouble at all accepting her brother as "Mary". We then went out to dinner and had a great time. Another reasonably early night was called for as my wife was flying home early the next morning. Our first day in Toronto was most enjoyable, but I had not had my ears pierced and the next day, Saturday, was my last day and I had been hoping to be dressed all day. Little did I know that plans were afoot in the room next door.

Chapter 5. My Dreams Come True.

When my wife and I got up the next morning, Mary informed us that the plans were changed. Mary and her sister, J, would take my wife to the airport. W would take me out en femme. My wife had decided that she wanted another compact disc that she had seen in HMV and asked me to go back and get it for her. After they had gone to the airport, I got dressed in my blue skirt, blue silk blouse and pink jacket. W checked my makeup and did my eye shadow for me and encouraged me by telling me that I looked fine. We walked down the corridor together and as we waited for the elevator, I prayed that no one would be in it. Walking in a parking lot or a crowded mall is one thing, facing someone in an elevator is something else. The elevator arrived empty. My nerves were at breaking point by now. We got to the lobby and walked towards the front door. Good heavens, there was a doorman on duty. The doors were automatic, so he didn't have to open them for us, but I had to walk right past him. He didn't even glance at me. W assured me that she was watching carefully as we passed people to see if anyone paid undue attention.

We walked about a block towards the square in front of city hall. It was about 9:40am and not too many people were about. W had me pose for a few pictures and by this time I was beginning to enjoy myself. My nerves were settling down fine. This however was to be short lived. "Now", said W, "we have to go to HMV and get your wife's disc." Here come those nerves again. "Are you sure?" I asked, hoping she would say, "Let's forget it", and at the same time hoping she would say, "Let's go."

"Let's go." she said. We walked across the square to Younge Street and headed to HMV which we figured would just be opening as it was just 10.am. When I had been in the store with my wife the day before, I had discovered that the classical music and jazz section was on the 3rd floor, reached by little narrow escalators. Now I was going to have to negotiate these en femme. Would my heels catch? Would I make a fool of myself? We got there and strolled in and found the place to be fairly busy. So much for my early morning theory. "Who the hell buys compact discs at this time of the morning", I thought to myself, "except maybe paranoid cross dressers?" I didn't see any other paranoid cross dressers, so W and I headed for the first escalator. There was no one else on it and we managed to get to the third floor without incident. Upon entering through the glass door into the classical section, I saw that the place was almost empty and the guy behind the counter could see me without any distraction. To make matters worse, the cd I wanted was not where it had been the day before and we could not find it. W took pity on me and she asked the guy to find it for us, but she insisted that I pay for it myself. In fear and trepidation I went to the counter and the guy did not show the slightest sign that I was anything other than I appeared to be. Another major test over. We made it down the escalators to the ground floor, past the security guy who looked like he ate transvestites for breakfast, and out into Younge Street again.

Now I was beginning to feel pretty good, as no one in the street was paying any attention to me. W soon nipped that in the bud. "Now", she said, "we get your ears pierced." That Titanic feeling came over me. I was going down for the last time. Never in my wildest dreams would I go en femme and get my ears pierced. "Never in my wildest dreams." I said to W. She laughed her gay [in the old fashioned sense of the word] laugh and said, "That is what you are here for." She dragged me screaming and kicking....well actually we strolled along, towards the Eaton Center, and again, this time knowing where to go, I was on the third floor at the wig department. Disaster...there was no one there. We lingered for a few moments and just as I chickened out and was about to drag W out of there, a very nice middle aged Chinese lady appeared and said, "Can I help you?" Too late. I could not run now. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I said in my femme voice, "Ear piercing, please." I could see from the corner of my eye that W was hovering and keeping an eye on things. This gave me some comfort. "Please you sit here." She indicated a chair in front of a small table with a mirror on it. I sat down feeling like I was a dentist's chair. She placed a pen and a form in front of me. It was a release form saying that I would not hold them responsible if my ears fell off or something of that nature. I was ready to sign anything at this point. I returned the pen and the form to the table and she approached me with a large sharp horrible instrument that looked like it was from a Jack Nicholson horror movie. "I make mark to see where you want." she said. It was a marker pen. Relief! She made a small dot on each of my ear lobes brushing my long hair out of the way and showing no sign of having read me. W meantime was giving me encouraging looks over the lady's shoulder. I gave her a sickly grin as the lady turned away, put on sterile gloves and proceeded to load a cannon in some mysterious fashion. The moment of truth was here. I was about to pay for all the years of cross dressing.

The lady approached me, holding the gun in a manner that reminded me of the villain in a James Bond movie. I closed my eyes and waited for the horrible excruciating pain that was about to be inflicted on me. She gently touched my earlobe and there was a sudden pain as though someone had pinched it hard, and I had a gold stud in my ear. The second one followed in a few seconds and suddenly Janey had pierced ears. "All done", said the lady. "You follow me to pay, please." She indicated the cash register some distance away and walked towards it without looking to see if we were following. I got rather unsteadily out of the chair, and walked towards W. She gave me a big hug, squeezed my arm and said, "I knew you could do it." I smiled weakly and somehow without my feet touching the ground, walked arm in arm with W to where the lady was waiting for us at the cash register. I paid the lady, got a receipt and walked off with W, suddenly realizing as I did so, that I had not the slightest worry about talking to, and paying the nice lady. After all, she and I were on intimate terms. She had just punched holes in me.

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