However, practicallity now begins to bite on the 'everyday'. I have to walk across town to my station, catch the train to wherever I am litigating, and then wheel me, my case and my papers to the court / hotel. Alternatively, I have to shlep across town to the supermarket or the High Street. 4.5 inch heels won't do, or wouldn't last. So over the last week I have been ensuring that my selection of flatter shoes is wide enough to cope with my new 24/7 female life style. I have some very nice low wedges and a couple of pairs of loafer-style shoes that should do well for court, and I have 3 pairs of black lace-ups that should be fine for my hobby railway signalling.
I do like my heels, however, and they do make a useful statement of who I now am. Fortunately I have never had difficulty walking in heels and when I was switching to-and-fro between genders they were a useful physical key as to who I was supposed to be on any particular occasion. I suspect that I will be joining that sisterhood of girls who travel in flatter shoes with more vertiginous shoes to change into when the veue is reached.
Robin Moira White