After getting mis-gendered in skirts. After working very hard to get used to the idea that I'll never pass that well. After being told by my mom that, after nearly 5 months of HRT she didn't see anything different...
Today I'm standing at a store with a big ole' fan in my hand since my fan broke tonight and I am rocking androgyny. Hair (see avatar) in a pony tail, women's pants but my shirt is an old geek "Cat Bus" shirt from my male days. Over this shirt I've got a hoodie on for its pockets. No makeup, no bra. My breasts are developing but, well, the hoodie I was wearing cloaked them. And lo, the clerk at the closed checkout across from me says, "I can help you over here miss."
Edit: Angels (I can't spell when an alternate word is also a correct word). Sang.
I've been feeling like crap lately. Many decisions that I thought would be a good, well, you know that plot device where a character wishes for one thing and they get what they asked for only twisted? Life has been a LOT like that for me since February. I was on a little upswing before that clerk got my gender right but OH! That's so what I needed!