A Funny Thing Happened on the way to the Wig Party.

So I was on the tram on my way to the wig party. I had on this pink wig and big sunglasses trying to be inconspicous and invisible. The hour-long tram trip was almost over and I thought I'd shooed it in, nobody had said anything to me even though I'm sure I stuck out like a pink sore thumb amongst the heads bobbing in the tram.

We went past the Melbourne Babylon - the Crown Casino. A bunch of drunk red-neck white trash got on the tram. They were mighty drunk and had gotten to that drunken phase of saying what's on their minds. One of the guys was staring at me and he says: "Are you a man?"

I didn't reply, (although I should've said: "No, are you?" but I was not quick enough on the draw) and just kept my nose buried in a fascinating article about Paris Hilton in my Vanity Fair magazine. He added: "Oh, c'mon I've got to know."

The people around me - an alternative-looking gothic couple opposite me and a sweet girl next to me - smiled at me as if to say: Don't worry about those bastards, we're on your side, we'll protect you." So basically they thought I was a man too. Now I know how it feels to be a transvestite and what they must go through.

Come to think of it, if I wasn't born a woman I would be the flashiest tranny on the planet and lovin' it. xx Stormie out xx