Film At Eleven

known! Everyone who knew me would know the truth about me--that I wasn't the woman I appeared to be--that I was, in reality, a man with breasts--a chick with a dick--a shemale! Wherever I went, whether to work, to a party, out to dinner, or shopping, friends and strangers alike would know that, despite my beautiful, made-up face, my long tresses, my petite frame, my bouncing breasts, my sleek, tapering legs, and my womanly ass, I had a penis and testicles!

As I drove home, the idea became less horrifying--and more exciting. It was a relief, actually, to no longer have to hide the truth about myself to family members, friends, and acquaintances. At last, I could be who I am, I thought. I could be myself--my true self. I could be me.

Of course, there was a good chance that I hadn't been caught on tape, after all, I reminded myself. Mike had been interviewing the people at the mall about something--a local event, most likely. It was true that my little show had gone down in front of the men and women who'd gathered around the reporter, but that didn't mean that the camera had been pointed my way. It was unlikely, I thought, that the cameraman had had me in his viewfinder. Rather, his attention, like Mike's, would have been focused on the men and women that Mike was interviewing. Still, that didn't necessarily mean that I hadn't been filmed as part of the scene's background, I told myself, surprised to find a note of hope, rather than despair, in the thought. I'd gone from dreading to be seen in the film clip to hoping that I was part of the show. I shook my head as I drove my car into my drive way. Once an exhibitionist, always an exhibitionist, I thought.

Well, one way or another, I would know, soon enough, whether I'd been caught on film. As I said, I'm a news buff, and although I hadn't been able to watch the eleven o'clock news, I'd taped it so that I'd be able to view the program later. I was tired, and, before my little mishap at the mall, I'd planned to retire early tonight and watch the news tomorrow, but, now, things being what they were, I decided that sooner was better than later.