Life is odd. My home life has gone to complete hell. The last 3 out of 4 days I've left home because of fighting. I went to a local 24 hour restaurant that I used to go to all the time (knew all the servers and management, stayed 3+ hours, etc, was in an abusive/controlling friendship and didn't realize it) because I didn't really have anywhere else to go to. By some twist of fate, a few hours into my sanctuary, my father decided to take mom to the same place I went and they actually sat next to me so I got to endure her for another hour. But I digress.
Only three employees in total there remain from when I used to go, including the full time overnight waitress. She recognized me of course. Anyway, today I rolled in with some of the books I'd promised to bring her and swore to her I wasn't stalking her - it was the home life thing again.
Anyway, throughout the course of the night since I was the only person there for several hours, lots of things came up. Including that everyone there had been calling me "her" the past couple of nights, even one of the other servers who knew me from before. She guessed that I got that a lot. We covered a lot of topics that really surprised me, because I thought she was a conservative christian - including sexual experimentation and other stuff. Eventually she said that her husband likes the porn where 'they have both.'
"I don't know what they look like though."
"They look like me, actually."
It took a second to click and I briefly explained stuff and we girl-chatted on for quite some time about things and I entertained her with anecdotes from work. I told her that since I'd have to either stop going, or tell her in a few months, I decided I might as well get it out of the way now when the topic was at hand. And of course she said she'd stop trying to 'correct' people. Considering how much of a downer transition has been the last week, it was wonderful to have a cheerful experience again.
I'd taken my jacket off when in conversation with her and she said later that she'd noticed my breasts. I'm still only an A, wearing no bra, under a skin tight and a baggy shirt. It really is surprising to me *how* noticeable these things are. Breasts are just goddamn attention magnets.
Of course, last night a cute guy chatted me up there and I used my boy name to a) get rid of him because I wanted to be left alone and b) the "don't ->-bleeped-<- where you eat" principle (places are designated boy or girl areas, don't go as a girl to a place they know you as a boy and vise versa, until you're full time.) At least I don't have to bother with that there anymore.
