Having just changed outfits to impersonate the woman’s trusted contact, I as a man could not quite get the dream jump right to relaunch the hovercraft to elevate through the air up to her.
So, I clambered out of the gear, peeled off the oversuit, and instead walked into the building – unsure what my next move would be.
And I walked right past her as she called out quietly to me. Apparently, I looked enough like her guy without the uniform, and I had not expected her to be down by the stairs, waiting in the lobby.
I kept going and turned toward a well-lit room down the hall, ignoring her. I could feel her desperation receed as I put distance between us and waited for the reforming of my game plan.
I smelled warmed Thai food coming from the small gathering’s buffet within what I could now see was a theatre, and thought to myself, “Why not?” as the doors were left wide open as if in invitation. “I’ll just mingle.”
Once I took a seat for the then revealed rally to begin, I realized as my form shifted back to female that my arriving at performances for one reason is frequently turning into another.
Candid Corvid Productions 