My Journey: Truck Driving part one;

Finally free, I am finally free!!!

Well, that is what I was thinking back then. With just starting my career in truck driving I was thinking I could have all the fem clothes I wanted. The problem though is the company I had gotten my CDL with wanted me to team up with someone. Well since I was working off the tuition that the school wanted my hands were metaphorically tied. I teamed up for about six months, after that I pretty much was free to do what I wanted to do (as far as dressing). I worked for this company for about a year and a half. In that time, I was getting braver about dressing and driving. I would not dress until I was well out of town, then I would find a rest area and change in the sleeper. Then finish out the run till the next day where I would have to go back to boy mode. I even got the courage to dress one night and go to a club for the LGBTQ+. That night turned out to be really fun. I was by myself, so I didn't mingle with the rest of the patrons. Later in the night some of the patrons were kind of migrating to where I was sitting. One of the gentlemen saw me sitting there and complemented my hair, which was a wig. I told him Thank You, and he looked shocked. He could not tell that I had a wig on, now granted it was kind of dark in the club. So, win for me.

This is the wig I had on that night

After I had left that job I went to a company that would have let me drive-to- pay-off, a truck. I was working there a few months when I needed to have some work done on the truck. Well, it was going to take a couple of days to get my truck in the shop. While I was waiting, I met another transgender woman. I had seen her a few times when I was working for the first company. I was never able to stop and talk to her. So, I was really shocked to see her there in the driver's lounge waiting on her truck to be repaired as well. We were chatting and my service dog (he was an emotional support animal) went to her and was wanting petted. I told her it was ok to pet, and that he did not really care for men, but he loved women. She looked at me because I was in boy mode at the time, I told her that he liked me because I was a woman as well. We became friends at that point. She told me that her truck was having all kinds of issues and that she had been there for a couple of days waiting. I suggested that we team up so she could get back out on the road and make some money. We ran together for a few months and in that time, she had helped me get over the fear of going out dressed in public. When we would stop for dinner, she encouraged me to dress in female clothes instead of my male clothes. I was finally comfortable dressing out in public and then she helped me come out to my parents. I think it was just before Thanksgiving that I had told my mother. She seemed to be supportive of my telling her that I wanted to transition. She said that I would make a beautiful woman. I was ecstatic and overjoyed that she had excepted me. I was not able to go to my brother's house for Thanksgiving that year and my mother asked me if she could tell the rest of the family that was there. I was scared to say the least, but I gave her permission to tell the family that was there. I had a mixed response to the news. My oldest niece that was there was very happy for me, in fact she kind of yelled at me for not telling her sooner. She told me that while she was in high school, she was the leader of her high school "Gay Straight Alliance". The rest of the family I was not sure how they took the news. I never heard from them other than my dad a few months later.