Shit Happens

I have been seening my psychiatrist for nearly 5 years now and I was taken back in time recently going back to his main office rather then his regional office. It reminded me how far I have come in a nice way. I loved the lunch as well. But what got me was how this transvestite left his office while I was in the waiting room and he went out of his way to look at me and wanted me to look at him. Why would a transman of 50-60 in girly drag want me to look at him?

was that a former me? a new me coming? wtf? it felt surreal.