Quote from: MaryXYX on September 16, 2013, 01:50:57 PM
Not this one - it was a restaurant.  Not an expensive one but still a restaurant.

A touch of class then, good going Mary!

Last year I had a consultation for a breast reduction, the woman who took my paper work assured me that my referral letter had an error because what I needed was gynecomastia surgery. Even after giving her my ID (I'm guessing she didnt even look at the gender marker), she insisted that breast reduction was the wrong terminology. On top of that, the doctor referred to it the same way until I actually took my shirt off and he realized I was born female!

Being mistaken in a doctors office is always kind of surreal.

Quote from: ttim0324 on September 21, 2013, 12:26:27 AMBeing mistaken in a doctors office is always kind of surreal.

Isn't it LOL!!!

My family doctor has known me for 30 years and my medical history is all in her file. I am 64 (SRS at 24) and a couple of years ago she asked "When did you go through menopause?" and started rummaging through my file. I said "I didn't." and she looked at me puzzled until the light bulb came on.   

Your slightly womanizing boss gives you the flirty eye every time he sees you and you've been working stealth for 2 months. Or when you work in a room full of 45+ year old women and you join in a conversation hot flashes and they say "You're too young to have hot flashes!"

You know you pass when a lunchtime aide in the cafeteria (more like gestapo, they're utterly ridiculous) stops you for exiting out the "wrong door" and not getting a pass when there is a huge line of students in the way of you and the other side of the lunchroom, and actually calls up the dean to tell him that this young man over here isn't being compliant. Seriously, I've only gotten misgendered a handful of times by:

a) really tired students who assume everyone is female (they apologized in a split-second, though)
b) teachers who know me but don't "know" me (really annoying because I don't have the time right now to explain it to them)

School life is wonderful being pretty much stealth. Now if only my voice could stop cracking and I could will real facial hair to grow instead of my pathetic version of it that's longer and thicker than peach fuzz but still not awesome sideburns or anything, it's really annoying. Seriously, I sarcastically told some girl that I was 12 and she believed me. Awkward.

Two recent ones.

1.I went to dinner with BF and his Mum (who has never met me and does not know my past). Mum told me, confidentially, 'He needs a good woman to settle down with".

Goddess is she in for a shock on several levels!

2. At the hairdresser; (they have known me since pre-progression and created my hair styles colouring and everything) the stylist comes to me and says, the woman who just left after you arrived wanted to check your name as said she recognized you as being the Manageress of the Grand Hotel who she used to work with. I told her that I didn't think you had worked in the hotel industry but she was insistent that she would recognise you anywhere, she even knows your children's names.

Mmm sadly my wife and I have never given birth to anything more than bad jokes. And I called them Jamie and Devlyn.

<exit stage right>

Quote from: Cindy on September 26, 2013, 06:06:18 AM
Mmm sadly my wife and I have never given birth to anything more than bad jokes. And I called them Jamie and Devlyn.

<exit stage right>

HAHA!

Heh... I love this thread

Quote from: Cindy on September 26, 2013, 06:06:18 AM
Two recent ones.

1.I went to dinner with BF and his Mum (who has never met me and does not know my past). Mum told me, confidentially, 'He needs a good woman to settle down with".

Goddess is she in for a shock on several levels!

2. At the hairdresser; (they have known me since pre-progression and created my hair styles colouring and everything) the stylist comes to me and says, the woman who just left after you arrived wanted to check your name as said she recognized you as being the Manageress of the Grand Hotel who she used to work with. I told her that I didn't think you had worked in the hotel industry but she was insistent that she would recognise you anywhere, she even knows your children's names.

Terrific pass, can't beat that Cindy!

Quote from: Cindy on September 26, 2013, 06:06:18 AM
Mmm sadly my wife and I have never given birth to anything more than bad jokes. And I called them Jamie and Devlyn.

<exit stage right>

LMAO!! 

You know you pass when you pop into Marks & Spencer to buy a new bra for your teenage daughter... and the sales assistant 'womansplains' to you how to get your daughter to adjust the straps, hooks & eyes to make sure the bra will fit her correctly.

I just thanked her for her well-intentioned, helpful advice. I wouldn't dream of telling her that I already know exactly how to fit a bra! 

Quote from: FTMDiaries on September 26, 2013, 10:42:45 AM
You know you pass when you pop into Marks & Spencer to buy a new bra for your teenage daughter... and the sales assistant 'womansplains' to you how to get your daughter to adjust the straps, hooks & eyes to make sure the bra will fit her correctly.

I just thanked her for her well-intentioned, helpful advice. I wouldn't dream of telling her that I already know exactly how to fit a bra! 

Well yeah, even single parent dads need to know these things...lol!

I think the best way to tell if you pass is kids.  A lot of adults will be polite and not stare but kids don't know better.  If they see something unusual, particularly about a person, they'll stare.  They are completely honest.  When I'm out shopping sometimes I'll watch to see if kids are staring at me.  They never do.  They Just ignore me like adults do.  I get smiles sometimes from little girls.  Not sure why. Maybe they like the lipstick I have on. 

Quote from: Tatyana on September 27, 2013, 09:36:13 AM
I think the best way to tell if you pass is kids.  A lot of adults will be polite and not stare but kids don't know better.  If they see something unusual, particularly about a person, they'll stare.  They are completely honest.  When I'm out shopping sometimes I'll watch to see if kids are staring at me.  They never do.  They Just ignore me like adults do.  I get smiles sometimes from little girls.  Not sure why. Maybe they like the lipstick I have on.

You're so right, small children are always brutally honest so that is indeed a pass!

Talking about children, there is one local guy that will still misgender me a lot cause he's pretty much an a-hole that will rob you blind if you gave him a chance, but his little boy always refers to me as her or that lady from the store.

Oddly enough, even some of the most conservative type people that know I'm trans will still respect me enough to refer to me as I present myself.

Quote from: Jaime something or other... on September 27, 2013, 03:05:02 PM
Talking about children, there is one local guy that will still misgender me a lot cause he's pretty much an a-hole that will rob you blind if you gave him a chance, but his little boy always refers to me as her or that lady from the store.

Oddly enough, even some of the most conservative type people that know I'm trans will still respect me enough to refer to me as I present myself.

And why shouldn't they, just look at yourself doll face! That guy is no doubt irredeemably beyond A-hole stage, his little boy sounds a lot brighter!

When it gets harder and harder and harder to use your old ID, to the point where you are almost turned away trying to pick up a package from the post office

Come on California, HURRY UP!

When most girls dont give you that look anymore  .

Oh children!

My close friend has a 3-4 year old, she is the light of my life and I love her to bits. She loves to sit in my car and play.

Last week her Mum asked if she would like to call in and see me on her way to child care.

In child language. ''Oh yes she is a special lady" Mum asked why (intrigued if she had picked up my gender diversity) to which child said, 'she drives a sports car.'

I'm so special!!

Quote from: Cindy on September 28, 2013, 04:39:11 AM
Oh children!

My close friend has a 3-4 year old, she is the light of my life and I love her to bits. She loves to sit in my car and play.

Last week her Mum asked if she would like to call in and see me on her way to child care.

In child language. ''Oh yes she is a special lady" Mum asked why (intrigued if she had picked up my gender diversity) to which child said, 'she drives a sports car.'

I'm so special!!

This kid thinks so too! 

I was entering a 7-11 for coffee when 3 young guys in front of me and stepped back to allow the lady through first. It was very sweet how they all at once stepped away from the door