Quote from: amber roskamp on December 27, 2014, 08:07:47 AM
I went to use the male bathroom and some guy yell at me from outside of the bathroom and hes like ""hey! Honey! your going to the wrong bathroom!!!!!"

Then i was walking home and i had 2 different guys catcalling me. Its really creepy but guys usually don't catcall each other so im counting those as passes!

I also had a guy offer me a ride out of nowhere which was really really creepy. He pulled up and said hey baby do you need a ride.

All of this in one night!

Better get used to this^^___^^ Amber. These kind of things happen to me every time I go out, sands the bathroom thing for I always use the ladies. Great passes tho, you should feel proud and happy over this!!

Best Wishes!
Ally

You have full facial hair after days of not shaving prepping for electrolysis and guys still whistle when you walk by on the train platform...And they looked at your face...

Quote from: JustASeq on January 09, 2015, 02:17:13 PM
You have full facial hair after days of not shaving prepping for electrolysis and guys still whistle when you walk by on the train platform...And they looked at your face...

Or you get called miss the day before electrolysis, even dressed in more or less male garb.

Quote from: Wynternight on January 09, 2015, 03:08:46 PM
Or you get called miss the day before electrolysis, even dressed in more or less male garb.

That is about right...Tshirt, hoody, and jeans night before electrolysis 

I was feeling down a while ago, but reading this thread made me feel so much better.

So I really feel like sharing my own little story here. Not sure if this really qualifies, as I am pre-everything and this is from a decade ago, but FWIW, here it is.

I had grown out my hair for almost a year, but it was still barely shoulder length. I was visiting my parents after a long time and was out for a walk with my father. I'm a few inches taller than him, and I was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. A family friend called out to us from behind, and as she approached us, I turned around and she said, "oh it's you? i was wondering who's that tall girl next to <my father's name>"! It felt nice then, but it has taken me a decade since to figure out why.

Hopefully I'll have a better story to share here someday. 

Someone calls you by the wrong name and when you look perplexed they apologize because they mistook you for one of their friends daughters and goes on to say that all the women are tall in that family too 

I have some plastic surgery coming up and needed to get blood tests done in advance.  I went to the clinic yesterday to get that done.  It's an LGBT-specific clinic so the staff has always been great about pronouns and preferred names and there are always a ton of trans folk around so I'm always very comfortable there. I've always assumed that most people who see me there assume I'm trans (it often seems like most women you encounter there are)  but it's a place where passing has never really been a concern because I know I'll be treated with respect either way.

The phlebotomist who was drawing my blood mentioned that she saw on my lab order that I had an upcoming surgery and I told her what it was (it's a Brazilian butt lift).  She then cautioned me against having children because pregnancy will change my body after paying so much to look the way I wanted it to.

I had no idea what to say to that.  Quite unexpected.

Going through security screening at Newark airport tonight having security guards smile, one commented on me being tall, then having to hand over my "old, pre everything" passport and seeing their faces go "WOAHMOAH" followed by the colour crimson creeping in from the neck up, I need a new passport.

No laser, still had a heavy beard shadow at the time and was about year and a half on hrt I think. I was at the drive-thru picking up prescriptions for my parents and the pharmacist was like, "Oh I didn't know they had another daughter"..err somethin like that anyways I was like omg.. I was fully covered up, in complete male clothes wearing a heavy leather jacket. I was pretty happy when I got home lol.

My mother with a bittersweet moment, telling me to make sure I keep my ovaries safe, and checked as necessary for any maladies, since I'm taking estrogen, as an (implied) risk increase. Took her a good minute to realize, umm, well, that sad reality. It felt good, but it's set me off in so many ways the past few days, though nobody's fault, save biology and my self-perceived hideousness.

I asked where the women's bathroom was, for the girl I was with, and the woman began to freak out telling me I wasn't allowed in there and that the men's was on the other side and I had to go there. lol.

Was walking with my little daughter around mall yesterday (dressed unisex) and stopped by a couple of female consultants who wanted to sell me Avon cosmetics.

I was at a comic convention when a random older guy walked up to me, and said: "You're so sexy, and I would say that in front of your husband." I awkwardly said: "thank you", and then just kind of inched closer to my friends, and tried to get their attention so the guy knew I wasn't alone. I've had several guys not so casually mention my "husband" as if they're trying to get me to tell them I don't have one. I honestly can't tell if they genuinely think I'm female, or if they just have some kind of fetish for people like me. Either way, it's creepy.

I've had a number of men shout at me on the street, whistle at me, or make sex noises at me in parking lots. I tend to be really unsure of what they're thinking. I never had men talk to me like that before I started transitioning.

I've noticed that since I've been on hormones and dressing as a woman full time, a lot more people (both men and women) call me "sweety", "hun", etc. It seems to happen more on days when I look more passable.

If I go out to dinner with only women, there's a pretty good chance that at some point, the server will call us "ladies". On a few occasions, our server has just kept on calling me "miss", "ma'am", or "hun" all evening after that.

I tend to be kind of neurotic about strangers who act as if I'm a woman, because I don't always see it in my own reflection. I'll have days when I look in the mirror, groan, and drag myself outside because I have something I have to do, only to get hit on, cat called, or called by female pronouns. I tend to discount experiences like that as being from people who are just very trans friendly, or trying to make me feel better about my situation. Maybe someday I'll see it enough in my own reflection that I'll believe the responses are genuine. 

When you're talking about transgender people with someone, and make the statement that genitals dont make you who you are...and they respond with "Where do you get that belief from? What makes you empathize with those people?" -_-

When I'm at work and checking a pt. in for half an hour, my upper lip hasn't been shaved in almost a week since tonight is electrolysis night and he still refers to me as she.

Yeah, gives me great hope.

Quote from: ShadowCharms on January 19, 2015, 04:50:00 PM
I tend to be kind of neurotic about strangers who act as if I'm a woman, because I don't always see it in my own reflection. I'll have days when I look in the mirror, groan, and drag myself outside because I have something I have to do, only to get hit on, cat called, or called by female pronouns. I tend to discount experiences like that as being from people who are just very trans friendly, or trying to make me feel better about my situation. Maybe someday I'll see it enough in my own reflection that I'll believe the responses are genuine.

We are always our own worst critic.  So if you can learn to accept their compliments/acceptance as genuine (they probably are), then your confidence will grow.  And I think that confidence is one of the biggest keys to passing.

I really believe that most people are in their own little cis worlds and don't assume someone is trans unless something is really off (beard shadow, low voice, etc.).  It's just not on their radar.  But teenage girls seem to be the exception...they have a 6th sense for clocking us.

When talking to someone at the births deaths and marriages over the phone, and having them sending me out a form. Do you go by Ms, Miss or Mrs? As I was speaking to a government agency I had to use my current title. Well actually..... I don't think I have ever heard a guy back step and apologies so fast. Thank you parents for giving me my name

Yesterday I had to go to the emergency room. I got bit breaking up a fight between my dogs and it got infected. Anyway, when the nurse came in and was checking me out she was asking the standard questions and I told her what meds I was on and she says "are you going through early menopause?"

Sometimes when I am walking to my car at night, I will see a woman walking alone. If she sees me, instead of walking away from me, she'll walk a lot closer to me until we both get to our cars.

When you stop thinking about it.