Okay, so I was all manned-up and had stopped in the dollar store to pick up some stuff and was checking out.  I didn't realize there was a lady from church behind me...who outed me by calling my name...and saw that I was buying boxers. Oi!  Not the most socially comfortable moment I've ever had.

This one is pretty easy to explain away, boxers are marketed to women nowadays: amazon.com/Wickers-Performance-Underwear-Womens-Boxer/dp/B0009OOA30 you can always say that you were buying from the male rack at the dollar store since it is undoubtedly cheaper than ones on Amazon.

That is if, you even want to hide it.

Ow, mix of funny and likely uncomfortable.

Quote from: jmaxley on March 11, 2010, 07:46:14 PM
Okay, so I was all manned-up and had stopped in the dollar store to pick up some stuff and was checking out.  I didn't realize there was a lady from church behind me...who outed me by calling my name...and saw that I was buying boxers. Oi!  Not the most socially comfortable moment I've ever had.

Personally I don't see any reason to have to explain, but if push came to shove a lot of women wear boxers as pajama bottoms.  ( Not that you are one, guys do it too ).

I have a lot of the women at work who wear them (no, I don't know if they are wearing anything under that, and I'm not going to ask).  All that bending over and picking things up, and all that, why give everyone a free whale tail, when you could be mad about plaid.

And I don't know about the States, but here in the UK I think that over half of all women in relationships with men buy their partners' underpants ... so you were getting it for 'him'. Which, of course, you were ... in a different way! 

Good points.  I just kind of panicked a bit but now I think about it, I'm not sure she noticed.  I hope.

Quote from: Carlita on March 13, 2010, 10:06:24 AM
And I don't know about the States, but here in the UK I think that over half of all women in relationships with men buy their partners' underpants ... so you were getting it for 'him'. Which, of course, you were ... in a different way! 

Yeah, there were an article somewhere that states a lot of men only spent a very small period of their lives buying their own underwear, with most of it having it bought by women significant to them. When they are young, it's their mums, then a short period themselves, after that it's their partner. Precisely why a lot of major stores spend more money marketing male underwear to women than men.

This is the reason why before I began transition I came out to anyone who would stand still long enough to listen.  I just knew I would have awkward moments if I didn't.

And yeah.  I think most men don't buy their own underwear.  Why should they, when they've got a slave to do it for them?  (Don't get off topic, Kate! )

- Kate

Enough factors finally added up for me to get burned, but strangely, it didn't even feel warm.

After dinner with my friend, we swung by the grocery store to get mixers and dessert. Last month, Visa froze my account because of my voice. This month, my card got demagnetized at work. With my finances, I need to run my credit card instead of my debit card, and it's safer and preferred that way anyway. So I asked the cashier to just manually put the number in. She didn't know how to. Oh jesus.

She calls the nearby manager, who takes one look at my card and IDs me. It took me forever to find my license because I had my wallet in my pocket instead of my purse, no suspicion there. He runs off to their fraud thing. Whatever, I get bored of waiting and just use my debit card. Finally after we finish checking out some other manager comes up to me with my cards, clearly having no idea what she's supposed to say, I take care of it for her by saying I just paid with my debit card and take the cards back.

I should have been really embarrassed I guess, but I really didn't feel anything except annoyance with having to wait for a new card, and with myself for not just using the debit initially even though I've been using the card with manual entry for several days.

I'm wondering how much my apathetic reaction was because I had my good friend with me, if I had been alone it might have been scary.

Also, I guess if I had my card signed I could have just told him to go f himself since you can't ID visas. Meh, I should do that in the future.

During my consult with Dr. Brassard while he was checking to see how much he had to work with, I looked down to notice my panties were inside out

When I was still very shy coming outside, after dark when not a lot of people were on the streets, and when I most certainly would not dare enter anywhere (shops, bars),
I started to feel an urgent need to go to the bathroom.
Because entering a bar was not an option, I had to go back to my car, drive off and find a quiet place outside of town. Since it was late in the evening, the industrial zone looked like the perfect spot for my adventure. After spotting some small bushes between two buildings, I parked the car, got out, only to have a big spotlight turned on me before I was even halfway.
As it turns out, the police thought they had caught a burglar :-)
Quicky I got back in the car, and waited. Luckily they realised I was no burglar, and after checking my papers, let me go. They probably had a very good laugh afterwards about the whole situation...
After this 'incident' I obtained a 'gender-passport', some kind of document that has pictures of both your male and female appearance, and states you're suffering from gender dysphoria and are being treated with the goal of changing sex, and contains a signature and stamp from the psy. In belgium this is a document that is supposed to be known by the police, and which can help you explain these kind of situations while not yet have a passport with your new name/appearance.

Marleen

ok I have a funny one lol

I was trying to get some extra cash donating plasma.  The place had to see my ID.. so they knew i was "female" then I had to do an online form thing, that asked me questions.  You could choose "yes, no, and not sure" as answers.  They asked me in the survery. "are you female" I chose.. "not sure" soo.. after that was done, thsi woman came and asked me about all of the questions I was not sure about.  She went down the list.. and got to the "are you female" question.

She turns and looks at me like I am an idiot.. says, "You are not sure if you are female?"

I look at her and say. "well, I am transgendered.. female to male.. i wasnt sure what answer you wanted from me.. I am starting hormones in a few weeks"

embarassing!

One time in the mall I went to the public ladies room, came out of the stall, washed my hands at the sink, and noticed one of the several other women in there was trying to discreetly get my attention. I couldn't understand what she was on about so I shrugged and walked back out into the mall. It was only then that my friend who was with me told me that my long skirt was tucked into the back of my underwear lol My most embarrassing moments usually involve some sort of clothing malfunction resulting in me appearing in various stages of undress in a public place. Needless to say I always check the back of my skirt now BEFORE leaving the stall

Does going into court and talking to the judge while dressed as a Catholic schoolgirl count? 

Quote from: tekla on May 16, 2010, 10:31:44 PM
Does going into court and talking to the judge while dressed as a Catholic schoolgirl count?

Does this happen to you Kat?

Yeah, once.  In rural Iowa too.  Might as well hit for the rotation right?  But it's one of those 'get up in the morning and eat a live toad, then the worst thing that could happen to you is already over' deal.  There is just some stuff that once you go through it, you know its not going to get any worse.  Ever.

And I made a damn fine schoolgirl in disgrace back then too.

Quote from: tekla on May 17, 2010, 12:24:25 PM

And I made a damn fine schoolgirl in disgrace back then too.

I can't picture you looking in disgrace, schoolgirl maybe.

Quote from: tekla on May 17, 2010, 12:24:25 PM
I made a damn fine schoolgirl in disgrace back then too.

I'd expect nothing less of you, Kat.

Schoolgirl is my favorite fetish outfit - I'm mad about plaid.  I might not have got religion out of those 12 years in Catholic School, but I sure got some wicked fantasies.  I'm not sure that's what they intended, but I wasn't popular enough (and I'm an ->-bleeped-<-, so that doesn't help either) to be molested by the priests, or else I might be in a whole different place.

And I've been told I'm a good arrest.  I don't blubber hoping the cops will let me go (they won't), and I don't get mad, or go all Planet of the Apes, or play backseat lawyer, or hate them or anything.  I try to be real nice, what the heck, it's just the game.  The cops are in one gang, I'm in another.  That's the way it goes.