You think you have prepared for all eventualities, and then it happens…

I have done my best during the time I have been crossdressing to separate my real identity from Janie’s.

But, apparently, all it takes is some stupid airline gate agent who has nothing better to do at 5 o’clock in the morning than to announce people’s names and ask them to come to the desk to verify the information they have entered when checking in online.

WTF!

And, just to make matters worse, it seems Atlanta’s airport has the loudest and clearest P.A. system I’ve ever heard.

I’d have ignored her, but she kept repeating my name!

All of this would not have mattered except that just prior to these announcements, I had noticed a t-girl sitting in our gate whom I had met at the conference and who will be on our plane home.

So there you have it…

If she can remember my girl name, and put it together with what she has just heard, she’ll know more than I’d like. It’s really all up to her, but she has all the pieces of the puzzle I’d hoped to keep jumbled up and separated.

Let the “what-ifs” begin…