B52’s

Suzanne had a tutorial over at Chelmsford and we planned to go on after that to Southend-on-sea. We were a bit pressed for time so I slung on my dress and had a shave, but skipped the makeup. Unfortunately the mesh had partly come away from the elastic at the waist band of the knickers, I had chosen, so I put another pair on and packed them in a bag with some cotton and a needle. Suzanne packed a change of clothes for later in the day. Once we arrived at the campus I parked Frankie and Suzanne headed into her class. As I sat putting my makeup on, I became aware on a gentleman admiring Frankie. He was eating his packed lunch. He strolled over and commented on how nice the car was. Later I was to learn that he was in fact Suzanne's tutor.
My face finally applied I turned my attention to repairing my knickers. I stretched the elastic over the steering wheel to facilitate the repair. Again the car attracted more attention and a guy wandered over for a chat. Once I had finished repairing the knickers I changed out of the ones I had on and into them without interruption.
It was not long before Suzanne appeared with her tutor and another student. She asked if I minded going to a local pub with them for a drink. They all hopped in and we were at the pub within a few minutes. I got a few odd looks as we entered, but I was expecting it. When it was my turn to get a round in I wandered up to the bar. I got some smart ass comments from one of the locals, he made light of the situation when I stood my ground and looked him in the eye.
More annoying was the look of horror on a young woman's face as I passed her in the bar, on my way back from the toilet. Get a life, transgendered people are just people. And just like anyone else we do need to use toilets!
After finishing or drinks we dropped Suzanne's tutor and student friend at the train station. Then we continued the journey to the B52's Rock'n'Roll evening. By the time we got there Suzanne was not feeling very well. We sat outside for a bit while she gathered her composure. By now we both needed to visit the toilet. I went into an available trap while she waited. As I left she entered and I told her I would get her a coffee.
The coffee did take some time to arrive and Suzanne took even longer. One of the local guys chatted to me for a bit and said he was protecting me from the rest of the crowd! Suzanne had still not appeared so I went in search of her. As I entered the toilet area, I could hear cries of "Oh my god, he went into the ladies!". I exited holding Suzanne's hand as she was still a little shaky. Unfortunately there was not any food available from the bar. So after we had our coffee we headed down the road to the local fast food joint.
By the time we returned to the B52's the band (Bernie Woods And The Forest Fires) had started up. So we stayed near the stage area and enjoyed the performance. Eventually we needed another drink, so I headed to the bar. I was not amused at the reluctance of the bar staff to serve me. They seemed to be arguing about just who would have to serve me. The guy behind the bar referred to me several times as "The boy queen" and then informed his colleague that she would have to serve "THAT!" then added "person there!".
I am not sure how much the manager/owner knew of the situation, but at the end of the evening he did come over and thank us for coming along. I offered to post a few flyers into the Ace Cafe for him next time we go. Then we headed off home via the sea front and a few other detours. One detour was to capture a picture of a police car doing a stretch behind bars. All night long people were trying to tell me to get lost, so in the end I guess I did as they wanted! LOL