
How I Solved My Flying Problem...
By Linda Jensen
I decided to change at the Admirals' Club (American) where they have a
large lightly used washroom with front and rear entrances. However the
girl at the desk refused my admission claiming that my Canadian First
Class membership wasn't valid unless I was flying on a co-shared flight.
Then I thought I was in a real pickle. The public washrooms in the main
concourses were way too crowded to try a transformation. So I wandered
O'Hare in a slight panic. That's when I got lucky. In an out of the way
concourse used by American Eagle I found two small washrooms that were
vacant that Sunday night.
Still how does one go in to the Ladies' en femme and come out a man?
It might not always work but here's what I
did: Enter as any woman would and head straight for a toilet stall, take
off femme outer clothes and breast forms and replace with jeans and a
sweatshirt.
I then wiped off the most obvious make up (I wasn't wearing
much anyway) and packed up. While all this was going on a couple of
cleaning ladies came in and started to work. I waited until they were
busy in other stalls then I headed straight for the door.
The cleaners didn't see me and there was no one else in the washroom. However I could
hear people in the concourse so at the door I turned around and walked
out backward and looked at the sign as if I had just accidentally walked
into the wrong room. Then it was an easy matter to go to the Mens' room
and wash off the remnants of makeup.
I made it to the continuing flight
to Montreal and found the wisdom of my decision to change in Chicago as
there were two couples I knew well on the next flight.
Customs passed me
quikly through - nobody likes to work late. My lady friend and her
teenage daughter were at the airport to meet me. Luckily, I didn't have
to rummage through my bags to find their gifts. The flight to Montreal
was definitely anti-climatic.