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Jan 27, 2013 · My Life Changing Experience

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I know that on a 75-degree day, a closed car can become an oven. I know that a home with an unfenced swimming pool is as dangerous as one with a loaded gun. I know how important it is to install car seats correctly, to adjust and fasten the straps regularly. When my kids were babies I always put them to sleep on their backs, though they hated it. I treated small, chokeable objects like arsenic, put up gates on all our stairways (not the tension-rod kind that can be pushed over, but the kind you bolt into the wall). I immunized them against everything immunizable, sliced their hotdogs lengthwise and removed the casing, made sure their plates and cups were BPA free, limited their screen time, slathered them in sunscreen on sunny days. When my more carefree friends say things like, “What’s the worst that could happen?” I usually have an answer. Sometimes I fantasized about moving with my family to a sun-drenched island in the Mediterranean where my children could spend their days frolicking freely on the beach without worry of speeding cars or communicable diseases, but I never confuse this fantasy with the reality we live in, the reality of risk and danger, the reality that terrible things happen to good, well-meaning people every second of every day.

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I can’t control any of this, so my grip tightens on what I think I can control, on everything within reach. And yet no matter how firmly I grasp, nothing anyone does can change the fact that sometimes, children get sick and die, or are killed in car accidents, or drowned in swimming pools when our backs are turned for just a second. Sometimes they go to the doctor with a cut on the leg and expire a few days later of blood poisoning. Sometimes they’re shot in schools, or become addicted to drugs or take their own lives. These occurrences are not common, but they happen, and we hear of them, and because we cannot imagine anything worse, we say, not to me, not to my child. It’s not going to happen to me.


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Hi Natasha,I hope you don't mind that I am communicating my feelings about today but you are the only one who knows this part of me.I found today to be the single most exciting experience of my life. Liberating without remorse or shame; totally honest. I felt beautiful. I feel that I have found a very good friend today. I have been more honest with you than I have ever been with anyone and I thank you for inspiring that in me. I trust you completely and hope to have a chance to come in soon. xoxo

Natasha, It’s Amanda. I want to thank you for yesterday. It was such a wonderful and beautiful day I spent with you. I never expected to experience being Jessica to the level I did. You are such a great person. I felt like I spent the day with a girlfriend and as I told you Jessica took over my whole personality and I felt truly like a woman! And what a surprise to have your photographer friend come over . . . it was exciting to have someone see me as Jessica, especially her comments about how good my legs looked!

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My friends and I sometimes play this game, the did-our-parents-really-let-us-do-that game. We recall bike ramps, model rockets, videotaping ourselves setting toys on fire. Many remember taking off on bikes alone, playing in the woods for hours without adult supervision, crawling through storm drains to follow creek beds, latchkey afternoons, monkey bars installed over slabs of concrete. My husband recalls forts built in the trunk of the station wagon on long road trips. I remember standing up in the back of my father’s LeBaron convertible while he cruised around the neighborhood, or spending an hour lying low on the seat of our station wagon, feet against the window, daydreaming or reading in crowded parking lots while my mother got groceries or ran other boring errands. One friend tells me how, from 7-Elevens, to Kroger, to various banks, schools and offices, he was left alone in the front passenger seat of a convertible Mustang for a good portion of his childhood, primarily because he was shy and wanted to not have to meet new people. For people of our generation, living a suburban childhood, the car was central to our lives, not simply a mode of transportation but in many ways, an extension of our home.

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Every year, 30 to 40 children, usually under the age of 6, die after being left alone in cars. Their deaths (usually by suffocation), are slow, torturous, unspeakably tragic. In some instances, they are the result of clear-cut neglect, but more often, they occur because of a change in routine — usually the father drops off at daycare but today it’s the mom and she is tired or harried and forgets the kid is with her and leaves him there for hours. I was aware of these tragedies long before the day I left my son, because, like most anxious, at times over-protective mothers, I spend a not insignificant portion of my time reading about and thinking about and worrying about all the terrible things that can happen to the two little people I’ve devoted my life to protecting.


I have gathered and curated a large wardrobe and shoe collection and have learned how to coax the finest femme personae from nervous nellies and budding vixens. People of all ages and from all walks of life visit My Changing Room. I truly enjoy their company. They are intelligent, curious, accomplished and fascinating. Some are experimenting with a femme experience for the first time while others are frequent frockers who return on a regular basis. My oldest client of recond is a vibrant 92, still dressing for pleasure minus the heels. I don't see people under 21 unless there is a recommendation from a therapist or family.