When I entered the fandom, my lifelong discomfort of being around, and simply being, female led me to create a female character. Since I was working on a character, it seemed safe to study female behavior and markings, and to try to adapt them. A dress is the mental equivalent to a fursuit, especially to someone constantly wearing jeans and tshirts and unloading machines and trucks.
When I moved to North Carolina, I saw this as an opportunity to restart my life, and I made the conscious decision to try to live as my character every day.
So, for the past almost 19 months, this has been going well. Although I am much of a loner here, (I am working on a few too many things to really allow too much closeness with locals here at present) I do have more female than male friends.
I have been studying various role models to try to figure out what sort of woman I wish to be, and here is where the odd twist of things comes in.
I have always liked the character of Clairee in Steel Magnolias. Saucy, elegant, tough, soft spoken and wry. Then I heard that the local theatre group was having auditions for Steel Magnolias. I never auditioned for a play, and asked a member of the group who comes to my post office what an audition is like. She advised me not to audition for this play, as I could not possibly get one of the six roles.
So, yeah...I am playing Truvy (Dolly Parton's character) in the local production for the first two weekends in October. My character is a salon owner. Big stretch for someone who hasn't worn makeup with any regularity since hitting puberty and gets their hair cut at a barbershop. Next level of transformation? Check.