we all love to share our passing stories and its encouraging to hear them from others so lets hear them.

Lol I went swimming at a lake yesterday with some friends and these kids next to us were screaming "THAT GUY IS GUNNA RUIN HIS RONDO JERSEY" which i was wearing in the water. I thought it was funny but it also made my day

So many to choose from, but I'll never forget the first time I got up the courage to use the women's restroom.  I was only on hormones for a few months and shaky about my ability to pass, but my friend encouraged me to just do it.  While I was washing my hands, this little girl, probably 7 or 8, starts talking to me just as casual as can be!  So not only a pass, but a pass with a child in a public restroom.   I lost a lot of my shakiness about passing in that very moment.

Then there was my first solo shopping excursion for women's clothes, which was after I'd been full time for about a month.  Of all the places I could go, I chose to make my maiden voyage into Victoria's Secret (realizing that if I could pull that off, I could probably do anything).  I asked the girl in there to measure me because I didn't know my size since I'd never worn a bra in my life.  She gave me this curious look and asked me why.  I figured no harm could come from the truth and so I spilled the beans about the fact that I was trans.  Her jaw hit the floor and she said (whispering to me) "No way!"  I just grinned and nodded.  Then she was totally sweet and made me feel like a million bucks the whole time I was in the store.

I'm not properly out yet (just out to friends) and not trying to pass, but a while ago I went to a party with one of my flatmates. We ran into a mutual friend who hadn't seen me in quite a while. The last time she'd seen me I had a much more feminine presentation. She spoke to my flatmate quite a bit but was curt towards me and kept shooting me suspicious/annoyed glances all evening. It was only after a few hours that she came over and said she'd finally realised I was me, and that she'd thought I was some strange man following my flatmate around and trying to get into her pants or something! I laughed it off, but I was pretty pleased. I wasn't even binding.

I was out in a club with two female friends and a male friend (all cis) a few weeks ago and ofcourse a few pics were taken. One of the female friends (that I'm sort of out to) texted me just now to say that the guy's mum thought i was a guy in the pics she happened to see. She thought I was the second female friend's fella.

(does that even make sense? )

kinda awesome seeing as I hardly ever pass

Recently, walking through my local town centre, I was approached by a charity collector and called miss.  No make up T - shirt and Jeans, no jewellery and hair pulled back.  I di chuckle to myself.

At this point in my life not passing makes more of a story than passing. But some of the good passing stories from my past...

There was one Sunday morning when I had a fight with my ex and just threw on tank and shorts and went for a walk, no bra, didn't shave, no makeup, nothing. "Pardon me, ma'am. Do you know where there is a bus stop around this neighborhood?"

One time spending a weekend at a hotel with my ex and our daughters, I overheard a kids ask, "Why do those girls have two mommies?" The response was, "Maybe one of them is an aunt."

The funniest one was in my early dressing days. I went to a grocery store to pick up some supplies for a Tri-Ess meeting. After I checked out, the cashier in the next aisle nipped over and had a whispered conversation with the one who had checked me out. Then I heard her exclaim, "You mean you didn't notice?!" It was the first time I actually knew I had passed with someone.

Lol. I just got my hair cut into a short taper from a 17 inch ponytail. I'd have never been able to pass before doing that. It was only two weeks ago, and as soon as I got home, I uploaded my new profile pic on FB. Well, one of my best friends showed my pic to her mom, not telling her who it was, and her mom said "He looks like a younger version of Boyde" my friend then started to laugh and told her it was me lol. I've been over to her house quite a few times in the past 7 years we've been friends. Aside from this, I've had 2 young boys ask if I was a boy or girl, 1 little girl argue with her grandmother that I was a boy (her gram didn't like it much), and just between Saturday and yesterday, I've had two older women use he, and him when referring to me with my mom, and another woman. And one of those women had to see my ID in order for me to buy my item. Guess she didn't notice? Cause mom almost crushed "his" (my) movie. Srry it was a bit long, but this is AWESOME stuff 

I remember well too the first time I used the women's restroom. Someone happened to be coming out just as I was going in and we almost bumped into each other. She just gave me a cheery "oh oops, sorry!" and a big smile (but that scared me quite a bit and I walked back out...)

Well, I am not yet out to the point of trying to pass in public, but there have been a few times in the grocery store when someone behind me has called me "miss" or "ma'am"; probably because of my ponytail and the fact that my spine curves a bit more than for most men, giving me a slightly more feminine back curvature. Of course, much embarrassment invariably ensues when I turn around and they notice my receding hairline and five-o-clock shadow.  I try not to let on how much I actually enjoyed being "misidentified" that way.

There was one time recently where I was using an ATM in a hotel (I was there to attend a wedding). Next to me was the door to the gift shop, which was closed and had a sign on it saying "back in 30 minutes". A young girl (maybe 7) and her mom came around the corner on their way to the shop. The girl ran ahead of her mom and tried the door, which didn't open. Then, from behind me, she said, "Excuse me." Before I could react, she said it again. Then her mom caught up with her and quietly asked her, "What are you doing?" She replied, "I was going to ask that lady..."  Her mom interrupted her and said, "The store is closed. Now leave her alone and come along."

As soon as they disappeared back around the corner, I cried. 

Back in early spring, me and Ben went down to Subway when we had some extra money. It was right before I re-cut my hair, and it was getting long and weird, so I had it pulled back. Coupled with my gigantic sunglasses, I figured someone was going to crap on my day and call me a girl.

We ate our subs and then went up to the counter to grab a sub for Julie, and got talking to one of the guys working back there about our favorite subs. I rattled off my list, the guy working laughed and then said "Say what you want, this man right here has it figured out!"
I actually teared up, and was infinitely thankful for my gigantic sunglasses, 'cause that would've been really awkward. It was awesome, though.

I think the best passing story for me was when I was have a previous surgery revised, and I was getting grilled with questions before the surgery. The nurse was giving a complete run down on things and she finally got to a question I thought was the best complement I could get.........she asked when was the last time I had menstrated LOL I was like, I never have.....she came back with "you never have?".....Im like no, I'm transgendered. She absobed it, and then cracked a smile, and told me that they had givin me a pregnecy test when I first got in there ROFL. My guess is the test came up negitive or I'd be on Oprah right now   

I've been called "sir" several times, which always makes me happy since it's so formal and respectful.

Once a lady I knew called me "sir" and "him" several times to my mom's face, but she didn't notice. It was really funny honestly.

The latest story of passing, was without my binder and happened to have gone with my grandpa to get a sunroof installed into my mom's Buick as an anniversary gift.

A man stopped to talk with my grandpa, and I stood in a way that I wasn't facing either my grandpa or the man and the man would continue to ramble on about me being about to help around the house and be a good man about doing so, then out of the blue he hit my chest.
Since I wasn't wearing a binder, my initial thoughts were automatically sent into a frenzy that my biological sex was to be figured out. But no, he just kept talking as he had been. Not once did my grandpa correct him to what my biological sex is.