Film At Eleven

I took off my clothes, made myself a drink, sat on the couch, turned on the TV set, and started the VCR. A few commercials played. Then, there was a long report on the devastating destruction that the hurricane had wrought. In moving through Virginia, the damned thing had spawned thirty tornadoes, each of these smaller, but even more intense, whirlwinds contributing to the millions upon millions of dollars in storm damage. Everywhere, there were ruined houses and stores. Traffic signs fluttered in heavy winds, and telephone poles and power lines lay atop smashed cars and mounds of debris. At marinas, ships were thrown together, piers were smashed into splinters, and streets were flooded with three, four, and five feet of water. Cars, trucks, boats, and even rooftops floated through the downtown streets as torrential rains continued to fall, driven before continuous gusts of heavy winds.

More commercials followed these scenes of destruction, and then I sat up, expectant, as, on my TV screen, I saw the mall I'd visited earlier tonight. There was Mike Walling, interviewing an elderly man and his wife, asking them what they thought about "the hurricane and tornadoes that had visited such unprecedented destruction on the Southern and Atlantic coast states."

The old man smiled. "I'm glad it wasn't us they hit."

His wife nodded her agreement. "Suddenly, an occasional earthquake doesn't seem so bad, does it?"

Mike moved his microphone elsewhere, asking a young man "What about you? What are your thoughts concerning this terrible calamity?"

But I didn't hear his reply. I saw myself arrive; I parked my car, got out, took a step, and my dress ripped completely off me. True, I was in the background, behind the assembled crowd that Mike was interviewing, but the camera showed me clearly enough. Anyone who knew me would recognize me. Anyone I knew would now know that I am a woman with a man's genitals, a chick with a dick or, depending upon how they chose to think of me, a man with tits and a womanly ass. Again, I was horrified at the thought that my secret had been revealed to the world. I had outed myself!