I braved my first visit to the ladies changing rooms today. I first told one of the assistants I was trans and asked where I could change. She pointed me to the ladies area.
Well I ventured in only to be challenged by another assistant in front of everyone, and told the facility was for ladies only. I could have curled up an died right there.
She then saw the painted nails, make-up and instantly realised her faux pas, said sorry and ushered me back in again. I know she was only doing her job, and I don't blame here for acting, as I certainly don't pass yet. But it did dent my confidence for the future a little.
Maybe I'm a bit ahead of the game and should wait for HRT?
I'm in that awkward no-mans-land stage at the moment, "no man" being the operative word. I'm out, on my own and winging it! I mean there's nobody other than you wonderful ladies encouraging and helping me to move forward. I certainly don't want to retreat back to male mode.
All I want to do is buy some clothes and make sure of the fit. Just normal stuff that all of a sudden seems to have become way more complicated. I'm learning though, I know it's not always going to be easy.
Shy.
