The morning after

The past two years I participated as a contestant for Ms. Transgender San Francisco, but last night I was simply an observer at TGSF’s Cotillion. OK, I participated with the Debutante and Guys walk, but that was about it.

Yesterday turned out to be way more packed than I thought it would be just two weeks ago. I wasn’t even sure I was going until TGSF’s president asked if I would emcee the Debutante Walk, which I readily accepted. I knew I would have my class Saturday morning, but made an appointment to get my hair done afterward. The sports team I’m trying to play for decided to call a meeting yesterday afternoon, which added even more to the mix.

As I was getting my hair done for the evening, my hairstylist and I got on the conversation of breast implants. She said she had her’s redone by a guy in the city who did all of the strippers. Dr. Gray’s name came to my mind, and when I mentioned that he did mine as well, we were able to chat about our experiences. She had hers redone last year after realizing that her initial ones (from another surgeon) were not looking so good due to a variety of reasons. She said that Dr. Gray had them looking perky again, although she had a little issue with the scars from the breast lift and the implant slipping too far down...which he was going to take care of. Still, I find it amazing that we both went to the same surgeon....small world.

Remember that tight red dress I squeezed both myself and my boobs into this past week? Well, I wore it Saturday night as I had planned, and yes, right away, I felt it’s effects working...quite strongly. Ripley, a guy I met almost as soon as I walked in and who I hung out with for a lot of the evening, was mesmerized by my breasts gently peeking out from the top of my gown....and he says he didn’t even like girls.

Slightly before the evening began, though, I found out that Donna Sachet, the co-emcee, was wearing the same dress as me. I popped in backstage to check, and sure enough, we both were. Lenny, the other co-emcee, giggled at the coincidence. I jokingly told her I was her ‘mini-me’. Small world, huh?

After intermission, I was the emcee for the Debutante and Guys walk. I mentioned the thoughts that ran thru my head four years ago when I walked across the stage for my very first Cotillion...how I felt excited and nervous, but proud to finally be me...amongst people who were supportive and tolerant. I was honored to welcome each one to the stage and read their name as they walked a path few will ever take.

Before I went on stage, though, Lenny grabbed me and mentioned they’d like to do a little skit based on the ‘mini-me’ theme. Since Ripley looked sorta like a mini-Lenny and was dressed in a black tux, he instantly became my escort for the skit. He and I both entered center stage with me on his arm. Lenny and Donna both played on the situation, and hopefully everyone got a good laugh out of it. Lenny dragged Ripley off stage with him while I stood with Donna for a few seconds...then ran off behind the curtain again.

Later, Ripley and I watched the final portion of the Cotillion, as Mr. and Ms. TGSF were selected. For the second year in a row, a Jennifer won. Congratulations to her and may she enjoy the next year as Ms. Transgender San Francisco.