Yesterday I was looking for an old fright wig which Liz can trim down into a facsimile of a Rocky Horror Show "Frank-N-Furter" look.
Instead I was fascinated by all the old friends I found as I went through my long unused wigs.
In many ways, each seemed to represent a part of my past progression to where I am now. Some I had fond memories of, some not so much. But either way, each reached out to me. Especially this one which I wore for two years until I literally wore it out.
These are some of my earliest attempts at pictures as I was making my way from cross dresser into transgender woman.