I hate letting little things get to me to me but today was pretty weird. Probably nothing compared to what some of you go through, but it took me unaware and I'm more than likely just being silly about it.
Basic story is:
I'm not out to my friend Stacey. She's a bit of a tomboy but she's also a bit sheltered about trans issues and the like. Anyway I've expressed to her recently that I'm unhappy with my hairstyle, meaning I want my long locks OFF already. But couldn't bring myself to tell her that. She then takes it upon herself to drive to the shopping centre on a surprise trip to a wig store completely out the blue.
Yeah, I know.
She's a no-nonsense, black, Scottish cis-girl, and also wigs aren't a big deal to her. She had this over-enthusiastic assistant show us around and give me some advice about wigging it...and I don't remember ever expressing any interest in a wig. That took me off guard. So she's there expecting this magic 'make-over' session will make me feel better about myself...dead sweet really, so I couldn't just shove it back in her face. I appreciated the gesture whole-heartedly. And not to mention that the assistant was hovering over us the whole time.
Just to keep things from being awkward I thought 'screw it, it's just a wig' and when I threw back my head with this hyper feminine wig on I could have just died. I ripped it off in one second flat and was passed another, and another...and this kept going on until I had to admit I felt dead uncomfortable.
It was awful. It was an open public place, too. Never letting myself get into that situation again because I felt so embarrassed and mortified, and blushed the whole time. I tried to find the fun in it and put on a silly wig, but I was so humiliated by that point that I just had to get out.
I'm probably making a deal over nothing, so thanks for getting to the end, if you did.
