(At work I use the short version of my name, this is unisex and I've found it more comon as a girl's nickname and when seen on paper most people in head office have presumed it was the female version so it was easier to keep my name)
Yesterday while tiding up during the day one of my long time regulars comes in. Yells Gypsy looks across the counter lcalls my name again, then looks into the public space. Noticing me for the first time, and really noticing me, he's excact words,
"S*!# where did they come from."
Once I go back behind the counter to serve him after he apoligised for being so loud in his loud acknowledgement of what has being staring him in the eyes for the past few months. He admitted to me that he was slightly distrarcted because he was checking me out.
Now apart from people that actually know me, (my sister's wedding last year for example.) I can't remember the last time I was gendered male.
I have had deffinite boobs since around August September 2014
I have been living full time since December 2014
I have been out at work with my boss and co-worker since March 2015. (Changing that paperwork over was fun, a relief and a massive hassle all in one. The boss and I where both flying blind with what to do, head office was no help)
I have had my ears pierced and am now sporting a nice pair of girly sleepers
You would think the people that see me daily would have put one and one together by now, well I do work around drunken gamblers not the brightest people in the world sometimes. Yet I love them and my job all the same
