Hullo, comrades! I've got a story to tell ye.
Today I was walking to work, wearing a denim jacket and a metal hoodie underneath, my newly dyed dark purple hair swaying in the wind. Earlier in the morning I got a message on my Tumblr about how much of a babe I was, and of course, being pre HRT, I smiled and dismissed it, as I have little confidence in my ability to pass. I figured "eh, no way, no one would say that IRL if they saw me...". That thought stayed in my mind all morning until I passed an older looking guy on the sidewalk who whistled at me. And I'm positive he was whistling at me, as there was no one else nearby. My concept of reality crumpled like tinfoil as I realized I not only pass decently well without HRT, but I had just been catcalled for the first time ever. Before I could even start feeling comfortable in my own skin, some creep turned it into a sexual object.
I'm now facing womanhood, complete with weird, strange looks and people treating me like I'm nothing more than eye candy. I wasn't socialized for this! And even if I was, it would still be creepy and annoying! Women shouldn't have to put up with this if they're uncomfortable with it! I recall a story Kate Bornstein wrote in Gender Outlaws, about how some guy would follow her to her car, rubbing his crotch going, "Wanna suck those tits, bitch." She froze like a deer in headlights. My situation wasn't nearly as scary, but it's along the same topic...
How have you folks dealt with this sort of thing early on in your transition? I mean, on one hand, it's good to know you're passing, on the other, it's pretty creepy (to me.) Don't get me wrong, some of you might enjoy such things, and that's fine by me, but yeah. This one's for the people out there who are/were as weirded out as I am.