Hi Blanche,
Wow so much of what is being discussed here was very much what I feared before I transitioned 8 Years ago. The decision was overnight where I went and put all my male clothes in a garbage bag then took them to Salvation Army to exchange for female clothes. That night I had all these horror story thoughts go through my mind. They're going to take a baseball bat to my knees, shoot me in the back, throw rocks at me, or maybe if I get lucky it will only be rotten veggies thrown at me. Well maybe get my pic and name in the National Enquirer as well .
Well the next day I went to work as the inner me, the real me and not a thing was said, except only I was called upstairs by my boss and she was more concerned about my safety then anything else. By the way this was a small country town where everyone knows everyone. Now I was either very lucky that people are to preoccupied with their lives to notice, or I was just to tiny, skinny little runt of girl to be noticed.
After about one week it is just a routine thing we do in the morning, get dressed do up ones hair, dab on a bit of make up and run down and jump in the car and scram before you are late for work .
Cindy
