I called the plumber to fix my tub faucets.  He came and fixed them but had to order a part to fix my toilet.  He is just one plumber at a company that employs several, but he is usually the one they send.  He came back today to finish up the toilet.

He asked if I was *oldname*.  I said that I used to be.  We had a nice talk.  I am the first transsexual he has knowingly met.

He said that when he was here the first time he thought I was a relative – sister or something – but when he mentioned that he thought he'd been in this house before I told him he had.  *busted*  He said that later he began wondering how I would know he had been here before if I was just a visiting relative, and that's why he asked if I was *oldname*

Aaah, the joys of transitioning in a small town.

- Kate

Heheh, your success has been great, Kate. It's wonderful that some of us have had such successes and support... I just wish that everyone did. But at least there ARE many people out there who don't give a ->-bleeped-<- and are happy for people to be happy.

Today I finally got to see a friend of mine, who I've known for several years (used to work with her.) She was out for almost 2 months because her husband nearly died.

I caught her leaving her office.

'Are you free?'
"...generally"
'May I have a moment?'
"Sure.
...
Are you somebody's sister?"

I looked her straight in the eyes.

".......
Are you who I think you are?
...
OH MY GOD YOU LOOK GREAT!"

It was fantastic. 🙂 She had had no idea before.

Autumn, how wonderful!  It is very reassuring when people recognize us but don't recognize us.

- Kate

Kate and Autumn...both these stories make the world seem like a brighter place.

Cool, Kate. You seem to live in a nice town. (Or maybe you just tell us the good stuff.)