Block party invite

Not long after moving to Atlanta, our neighbors invited us to a block party. It really sounded like fun. Music, dancing, food and a chance to meet our new neighbors. It was also my first chance to really introduce the world to the new Amy.

John was gone and I didn't miss him at all. I missed my family, which had more or less disowned me after the sudden and unexpected change in my life style. I even missed the real Amy, not as a lover or fiance, but as a friend. I think she and I would have gotten along so much better as girlfriends than as a couple.

Charlie took me shopping the day of the block party, buying me a bright yellow sundress that really looked good on me. We held hands as we shopped, and occasionally he gropped my ass. A few times he just leaned in and kissed me.

We got a lot of strange looks, but it wasn't from people gawking at the gay men, it was people gawking at the guy making out with a girl young enough to be his daughter. Possibly younger. It was unbelievable how feminine I looked just by shaving my legs, growing my hair out, putting on make up and wearing short shorts or a dress. And i actually looked a few years younger than I actually was.

When party time rolled around, I got dolled up and we went out to meet the new neighbors.