I had an unusual experience as week. It was fun, interesting and confusing most of all. So... my girlfriend was on her period and was about to use her last pad. Also, we were low on painkillers. This woudn't be a problem normaly, but she realized that minutes before she had to leave for work. She was going to come back late, at about 3am, and every store would be closed by then.
I couldn't leave her alone, withouth pads and pills, so I decided to go shopping for her. She was busy at her job and I wasn't able to ask her for instructions. We usually talk about these issues, and gave me a few tips, just in case. So, I went to the drugstore. First with the easy part, the painkillers. Plain ibuprofen, 600 or 800. No weaker version for girls on their period. Then, the hard part....picking a pack of menstrual pads... There were so many types and brands, that there was a special section, only for pads. I have a very big problem when it comes to making decisions, so I almost collapsed when I realized I had to choose only one. Then I remembered my girlfriend's words: "with wings" and "they are all the same, pick up the cheapest ones". Those things saved me from running away withouth the pads.
I relaxed a bit and took a moment to compare prices. Only then I realized I looked like a regular ciswoman buying things for when she's on her cicle. I had a box of painkillers and was looking at the pads. People might have thought "she's on her period, she's bleeding out of her genitals and must have a nasty mood". Funny thing, knowing that I have no uterus nor ovaries. I pass most of the time, so I never considered people noticing they were looking at a trans girl. A woman with a girl passed by me, also looking for pads. They didn't give me any strange look.
After a few minutes I managed to pick one type and brand. With pads and painkillers in my hand, I went to the cashier. I thought she would notice my purchase and give me a "You're on your period" look, but I was attended by a male cashier, I guess that thought didn't even cross his mind. We exchanged bills, and I walked out of the drugstore, glorious, after succesfully buying menstrual pads and painkillers.
Most girls have to go through this every month, with nasty cramps and blood leaking from their bodies. My experience was a lot friendlier, and a bit fun. I got most of the things right, except for the size. I got regular sized pads, while my partner preferes the extra thin ones. I still saved her from reusing an old pad, or having to use a ball of cotton. I'll do it better next time!
