In the last two days at work, three people have actually attempted to use the correct pronouns for me

And my mom is starting to know more stuff about trans identity and me being ftm. She even knows what a binder is, now (and not to put it in the dryer).
Today I came home with a headache and whined to my mom about it.
And then she's like, "maybe you should take off your boobsmasher."
BOOBSMASHER. I love it, hahaha.
(She pronounced it boob-smasher, but boobs-masher seems equally appropriate and hilarious).