...you try to not pass and fail, at least with strangers.
I've been having a difficult time lately as I've reached that point where fully socially transitioning must happen. Soon.
I work in an office. Yay, for employment! It's the only place left where I live as a guy. Boo, for highly religious employers (what was I thinking)! Anyway, we had high-level visitors today, so that meant the end of six months of casual dress.
I did my best, I really did. Binder as always, Dress slacks, dress shirt, oxfords. No tie, because...I just won't. Pulled my hair back in an "I.T. ponytail". I mean, I *felt* pretty butch, right? Okay, the shirt was a really pretty lavender, but whatever.
Our server room A/C units had failed when I came in, so I was swapping failed drives and getting servers back up again for the first few hours of the day. The HVAC guys were going in and out of the room, doing their thing. Every time they needed something, I got "ma'amed", and referred to as "her" and "she". And they were nice enough to hold the door for me very politely and pointedly whenever we were going back to the main office area at the same time.
I think I could get used to this.