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     I wandered into the shop and stopped to check my list of food, picking up a basket I looked, almost expectantly, at the shop keeper, waiting for the usual look of either disbelief, disgust or fear, sometimes all three at once, which makes for a rather silly, but amusing, expression. I was rather disappointed, therefore, when all I got was a cursory, I've-got-another-customer type glance from the rather harassed looking man.

     It wasn't as if I wasn't looking, in my rather modest opinion, absolutely splendid either, although my denim high heeled boots were partially hidden by my blue jeans and my pink shirt complimented my silver jacket well. I had framed my blue eyes with mascara, I always feel lost without my make up, a matching pink lipstick enhanced the natural contours of my lips nicely. My nails, like my eye shadow, was blue.

     I walked down an aisle looking at my list and wondering about the shop keeper, it isn't as if I object to open minded people, it is nice to be treated like a human once in a while, but the terrified look on his face worried me.

     Maybe I should have left and come back again later, I thought to myself, what could be frightening the guy so much?

     Looking back at the shop keeper, I tried not to laugh at the sight of him trying to surreptitiously keep an eye on somebody, or was it somebodies?

     I was fascinated, my shopping forgotten as I changed aisles, trying to see who it was that had stressed out the keeper so much.

     She wasn't that hard to spot either, for as I rounded the corner I caught sight of black high heels, silver buckles up the sides, black and white striped stockings covered shapely legs, stopping just short of a black, leather mini skirt. Above that was a skin tight black top, leaving little to the imagination, a silver paint splattered union jack over the front, her short, spiked up hair was black with silver streaks to match.

     I wandered along the aisle slowly, unsure of what to do and feeling fairly nervous, she looked like she'd hit a man as soon as look at him, I dreaded to think what she would do to me.

     I sighed quietly and picked up a can of soup, placing it in my basket. Turning to move on I found myself staring into twinkling, grey eyes.

  "Dunno where he thinks I am gonna stash anything if I do nick it," She said grinning "The only thing tighter than this outfit is my skin."

     I wasn't really surprised to find that her make up vastly contradicted my delicate efforts, white foundation made a stark canvass of her face, showing up thick, black mascara and lipstick, her eye shadow in varying shades of purple. She looked at me, my mouth agape, fighting to find something to say.

  "I don't bite you know," She said, sounding somewhat put out by my silence "Underneath all this make up I am just a human being"

     I laughed at the irony of that line and replied,  "That is usually MY line!"  She eyes me speculatively.

"Well I think you look faboo" She said sweetly, making me smile once more.

  "Thank you, and you look . . . " I paused, my brain racing frantically to think of something complimentary to say. She laughed at my hesitation and did a mock curtsey.

  "Very scary, am I right?" She asked, grinning broadly at me "I don't usually go this over the top . . but there is a concert on tonight . . ."

  "And you have gotta look the part." I finished for her "Any band that I'd know?"

     She shook her head, our eyes meeting briefly, beautiful, grey eyes that you could lose yourself in forever.

  "It's a local band called Cemetery Sideshow." She stated, then hastily added "They aren't into death or anything, it's all about being different and standing out." Her eyes dropped then, to look thoughtfully at my shoes.

  "I guess that you, of all people, would be able to relate to that."

     I did, the fact hurt me, I didn't want to be different but sometimes just being yourself meant just that. I smiled bravely, to hide the pain, and lifted her head up so as I could lose myself in those eyes once more.

  "Yes I can, and you can too, can't you?"

     She nodded, those eyes flashing painfully for a moment before her face broke into a grin.

  "I have an extra ticket, if you'd like to come," She offered "One of my friends couldn't make it"

  "I don't think that I have the right look," I said before I had thought. I cursed myself mentally, there was nothing I would rather be doing than spending the night with those grey eyes and their intriguing owner.

  "You aren't meant to fit in," She explained "That is the whole point of Cemetery Sideshow, however if you don't want to come . . "  She left the sentence hanging sadly.

  "If my clothes aren't a problem then I'd love to come." I replied, smiling my most charming smile at her and, linking her arm with mine, we walked out of the shop, our shopping left, forgotten and the shop keeper showing evident signs of relief.

  "My name is Jenny by the way." She said giggling and bringing a grin to both our faces as we realised that we hadn't introduced ourselves.

  "I am Eddie," I replied, winking at her "Pleased to meet you."  Catching my wink her eyes lit up.

  "That goes double for me Eddie" She whispered as we walked down the road to the concert.

     Jenny's friends took an instant liking to me and I to them, greeting me like I was an old friend and raving over my clothes.

     Looking about me as we went in, I noticed that everyone here looked unique, a veritable blizzard of multi faceted snowflakes. Goths and punks stood round chatting to metal'ers while glam kids admired each others sequined outfits. It was true that I was the only transvestite there but in this hall, it was as if gender didn't exist, everyone, regardless of sex, was plastered in make up and dressed in the most fantastical clothes.

  "It is strange that, in such a diverse crowd, I should feel at home." I commented, looking at Jenny, she grinned at me happily.

  "Welcome to the family" She said simply, kissing me lightly on the cheek. All of a sudden I felt my hands slipping round her waist, pulling her closer to me.

  "You know, you are so beautiful" I whispered in her ear, feeling her breath catch in her throat. Wrapping my arms around her tightly, I lowered my head, capturing her lips with mine, watching the flicker of surprise in her eyes change to enjoyment, before I closed my eyes, feeling the softness of her lips and her body melting in my arms.

     Breathlessly I pulled back, keeping one arm wrapped tightly around her waist, shaking slightly with emotion.

  "This should be an interesting evening" Jenny murmured into my ear, slipping her arms around my waist and cuddling up to me.

  "Who said anything about the evening?" I asked her gently, our eyes locking again. "We have the whole night ahead of us"

     Cupping her face in my hand once more, we kissed, slower, more intense, the lights dimming as the band came onto the stage.