Quote from: iKate on June 02, 2015, 09:00:39 PM
I was at a training class for work today. Apparently everyone there saw me as the real me. I male failed first thing this morning unexpectedly and was gendered female for the rest of the day.
I have two more days of this, may as well just give up pretending to be him.
So the past few days as I mentioned I went to a training class. Two of my colleagues also attended but it had around 10-12 students.
I'm a few weeks from truly being full time at work and my therapist basically said "don't hide."
So I've been literally letting my hair down.
Anyway I step into the place where we get the training, and I'm read as female. Until I show my ID to the doorman, that is... ugh. "Ok buddy, is this your ID? It don't look like you" Then I said yes. He let me sign in anyway.
i was wearing a polo shirt but really I didn't care to bind or anything so my chest was showing and these days I male fail sometimes.
Up the elevator, people hold doors for me... hmm.
Walk into the class, the instructor greets me with his sexy Australian accent, "can I help you, miss?" Whooaa.. Okay. Didn't expect that. I tried to raise my voice to get it passable, but I could only speak softly. Then my colleague motioned me to the back of the class. Good God, I hope I didn't blow it!
Then all day long I notice nobody genders me male at all. So anyway time for a break. I go to the men's room out of habit. I figure, hey I am technically at work. A guy coming out looked at me and said, "ma'am, this is the MEN'S room" and then pointed to the ladies down the hall. Okay! So I go to the ladies then.
The next day I decide you know what, enough of this crap. I wear more feminine/androgynous clothing. You could obviously see boobs and a feminine waistline, and I think my bra straps were printing too. Not a word from anyone. No stares, nothing. No problems using the women's restroom either.
And today I just let it all down. There was no mistaking who I was. Again, everyone acted normal. No restroom issues at all.
THANK GOD. I hate using the men's. You have no idea how distressing it is for me. Well, actually you probably do.
So, either I passed for those three days, or people were just really really nice to me. Yes?