I stopped by my volunteer job yesterday to return a dress that sadly did not fit. (Return address? Get it? Mail puns! Haha! Male puns? Get it? Gender puns! Haha!)

And hey, that was a pun within a pun. Let's see you do that!

But yes, I was so in love with this dress. I didn't have time to try it on, so one of my managers fronted it to me until I came back.

So I came in, sharing the sad news that I had to return this awesome dress. A different manager -- one I hadn't seen in a while -- walks by, stops in his tracks, and says, "C--- you look... stunning! Whatever you're doing, keep it up!"

In his voice and body language, it was obvious how he had been caught off-guard and seemed to have a crush on me!

Boy, that made my day.

And later while I was skating, an observer wanted to ask me about the tattoo on my arm. She said, "Excuse me, miss?"

Not in a patronizing way. Not trying to flatter me. Just a natural, "excuse me, miss?" I seem to be getting miss'd and ma'am'd more and more.

It's ironic that when I dress more androgynously, I pass more as a girl.

That's because a lot of girls these days dress more androgynously than ten years ago, and it doesn't detract from their femaleness and is often more comfortable and easy going than wearing a dress and having to wear all the rest of the appropriate stuff. Sounds like you're in male fail territory now, get used to it hon!

As usual couldn't have said it better than Shan!

Congrats and enjoy these moments!

I'm so happy for you! May the rest of your journey go well.