Paranoa

[Wild Flower]

A possible boyfriend, yay for possibility, since he's adequately handsome, nice in bed, caring, highly educated, and he seems compatible with me. I am not being picky either.

Issue is, when he drove me to my work "area", I thought I felt I was watch by a car behind us when he kiss me. Not sure. It was in the gas station parking lot next to the entrance. The car turn to the left when exiting. By going the other direction would mean it change directions midway.

As I walking to the gated entrance, 5 minutes later, faces of people I work with pull into the driveway. (The car look very similar...). And they wave at me. Still not sure.

Im discrete. Not wanting this at work. Gossip and questions. I would have to leave my job.

[XKimX]

As is often said, it is not paranoia if someone is really trying to kill you.

As the same time, that does mean that you have to help them accomplish their evil mission.

If you really do not want the people at your work to find out who you really are, then you need to not be seen by any of them outside of work.  Period.

In this particular instance, I suspect their thought may have been:  "My, I did not know he was gay."

[Mariah]

It's normal to have those concerns. I wouldn't call it paranoia at all because it's normal to try and look out for ourselves in situations that can be risky. Hugs
Mariah

[Hope springs]

If all else fails deny everything. Just say "nope, wasnt me"
Unless they can provide high definition photos with blood samples and satellite imagery...... Deny, deny, deny.

  I wouldnt worry unless someone asks about it. Give it a few days, most likely nobody saw nothing

[itsApril]

You don't owe anybody at work an explanation of who dropped you off.  There's nothing you did wrong.  If someone criticizes you for it, tell that person to leave you alone.  If that person persists, take it up with Human Resources.

[Wild Flower]

Thank you.

I am not worried about it as much, well the die has been cast. If they do ask anything related, I dont remember anything about yesterday, and last thing I remember was being at a club and I called uber. I cant stress about the unchangeable. I have my job and I have my paycheck. Thats all I care. If they alien-ate me, I'll survive. (zero chance of being fired)

Well the guy has a potential chance of being a boyfriend, he seem like he wanted me to be his. He ask me about my future *trying to piece it together with his life*, and such. He seem eager to give it a shot. I cant be picky, since I hadnt had a boyfriend in eeeeonnnns (especially a young normal attractive guy).

I wont rush it. But he seems the type to want to get married soon (enough), and he sees me as potential even though my life is nowhere near as good as his. But because my life resembles what he knows (his brother/parents has similar lifestyles as mine) that could be his reference point of "its okay!"

Hes not bisexual, but I think he could be okay with a feminize me. I dont plan on transistioning all the way for a while. I think the only way to ruin the attraction is having large breasts and make-up. Hes attracted to my face mostly and then my butt. And he told me he doesnt need a top. So.... I shouldnt lose him unless I go all the way.

[Sharon Anne McC]

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Wild Flower:

You posted:  'zero chance of being fired'.  If that really is true, then at least that concern is resolved.

Hold strong!  If you are actually being followed and scrutinised by people who have little else to do with their lives, office gossip can eat you alive if you allow it.  You can neither ignore it nor can you pay much attention to it.  Your job is your task at hand. 

My only consolation when I endured more than six years of office harassment were legal adjudications that my employer engaged in 'intolerable working conditions' against me - I still lost my job.

Here's hoping your transition goes as far and as well as you need and desire.

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[Wild Flower]

Well no one mention a thing. It must had been all in my head based on the similar looking vehicles.

Next time, make sure he drop me off at a more discrete location.