The sun is streaming into the Sox lounge. Flowers are in bloom and the black bird chicks are letting the world know that they are hungry with their loud chirping. I am sat relaxing after another 12 hour shift and reflecting………
It was obvious to me that Dave was a cross dresser. The broken marriage. The earrings were a bit more girly than you would expect for a guy. Shaved legs (there is a changing room at work so we have to change into overalls) and the rash from laser hair removal on his face.
I always wondered if he guessed about me too. How do you broach the subject? Well Dave was further down the road than I guessed. Because he is now a she called Kate.
She came out at work to the management and they got us all together (in Kate’s absence) and told us. I just kept quiet while a couple of jokes were made and everyone said they would be supportive.
The next day the boss came to me and asked me how I felt about it as I was very quiet in the meeting. I said ‘I was fine no bother mate’ I couldn’t out myself.
She looks younger and appears happier than before. No grumpy old man in the mornings just happy Kate asking if I want Tea.
She is very talkative about it all and doesn’t seem to mind the odd slip up with names. It will be interesting to see her transition and I wish her luck and happiness.
Should I direct her to my blog?
Today Kate saw myself and a work colleague trying to sort a problem in the electrical cabinet of a machine. She came over and said ‘I hope you two are being careful in there. I haven’t got a black skirt’ I nearly said ‘you can borrow one of mine’ but then I remembered. She is a different size to me.