On Being Locked Out of My Motel Room

I am a creature of habit when I venture out en femme. I have developed many little habits to protect my secrecy and safety.

One of those habits is to have a set way to handle my keys, so that I will not get locked out of my room while dressed. Go figure....

After a glorious evening out in DC one fall evening, I arrived back at my motel. I parked my car. Visually scanned the area before exiting the car. And then walked the short distance across the parking area to the stairway, up one flight of steps and past just a few doorways to my room and safety. My motel had just recently installed new electronic door locks. You needed one of those cute little electronic passkeys to unlock your door. I put my key into the lock. It would not open. I tried a second and third time. Still no distinctive beep to indicate an unlocked door. My mind began considering my options. After being stopped by the police several months earlier (see my other story about being stopped by the police), I was surprisingly not frightened. I had a change of clothes in the car. I even had a wet towel that would allow me to remove my makeup to complete the conversion back to "drab". I could probably do all of it in my car, on the lot, going unnoticed at this time of the early morning.

But no, I thought. I thoroughly enjoy ending the evening as Chrissy by casually undressing, preparing for bed, sometimes taking a gentile shower and changing into an appropriate night gown and enjoying a good night's sleep. Waking in the morning is soon enough to give up my all to short excursion into the feminine side of my life. What else could I do?

The answer was simple. I would just go to the motel office, explain what had happened and get a working key to my room. What else would any normal woman do in this situation?

I summoned my courage (sounds like stupidity) and proceeded to the motel office. I walked up to the counter and said, "My key doesn't seem to work. I am in room 211 and my name is _____. Can I have a good key please?". The clerk took the key from me, walked over to the computer and typed in my name. He looked at the screen a second. He typed again. He said as he looked up at me, "This room is registered to a man". "Yes?", I responded. He looked back at the screen, then the key, and finally at me. Without saying anything else, he prepared a good key and just handed it to me. "Have a good evening. Sorry for the problem", he said. I thanked him, took the key, turned and walked out of the office. The new key worked just fine. I enjoyed the rest of my evening as Chrissy.

I was very sure of myself and secure in what I had done to solve my little problem. The night clerk was the only one confused. I have no idea what he thought about the encounter, nor did I care.

Afterthought:

Most problems that us T* gals encounter are really just normal life situations. We can choose to make a big deal out of them or we can just take things in stride.

Enjoy life, I am.