This would be about the same time I attended my first support group meeting, formerly affiliated with the national group, Tri Ess; It was at a church several towns away from where I lived. I was pleased there was ample parking away from the street, as a close friend lived nearby and I was worried he might notice my car. I was dressed En Femm, not even close to "passing". Whats that old joke that asks: how do you spot a Cross Dresser at the shopping mall? Ans: Shes the one wearing a ball gown,. I arrived a bit early and waited in my car, until I saw what appeared to be a local Scout troop meeting letting out. I asked one of the adults that I saw, and it turned out I had the WRONG Saturday,,.