Re: Transitioning at work and in all of my life
Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 4:42 pm
I'm really enjoying the results of the electrolysis I've had done (ouch! - at my last 3 hour appointment I felt every hair being treated and it felt like a bee was stinging me for each one). Even when I am dressed in male mode, I'm looking much more feminine. Others are tending to perceive me as more feminine, too, even dressed as a male. I know Danya is coming through. 
Like when I stopped, on the way home from work, at the store to pick up my prescription sunglasses. The woman helping me was someone I hadn't seen there before. Either the woman who had helped me choose the frames had made a note on my card (I had told her I was close to transitioning) or this new person was seeing me as more female than male. Either way, what happened there made me very happy.
All of the store employees were women and they were clearly including me in their conversation about a female client who had just left the store before I entered. There had been a former high school classmate who had been practically stalking this poor woman. He even rapped his fist on the store window to get her attention and then came into the store to pester her. Her husband was waiting for her in the car but had his head buried in a newspaper. The woman was looking desperate. One of the workers tried to help by suggesting, within hearing of the stalker, that if her husband needed glasses he should come in the store. The stalker didn't get the hint. When the woman left, she ran to the car and the guy finally took off. It was the way they spoke to me and things they said that let me know I was being looked at as one of the women. Even though I was dressed as a man.
I was even more certain I was being treated as one of the women when the woman helping me got out the glass case to go with the new sunglasses. She said something like "Honey, you'll need to get a new bag for these, the case is so large."
Keep in mind that frames at this store are considered unisex. There is no separation of the shop into men's and women's glasses.
Like when I stopped, on the way home from work, at the store to pick up my prescription sunglasses. The woman helping me was someone I hadn't seen there before. Either the woman who had helped me choose the frames had made a note on my card (I had told her I was close to transitioning) or this new person was seeing me as more female than male. Either way, what happened there made me very happy.
All of the store employees were women and they were clearly including me in their conversation about a female client who had just left the store before I entered. There had been a former high school classmate who had been practically stalking this poor woman. He even rapped his fist on the store window to get her attention and then came into the store to pester her. Her husband was waiting for her in the car but had his head buried in a newspaper. The woman was looking desperate. One of the workers tried to help by suggesting, within hearing of the stalker, that if her husband needed glasses he should come in the store. The stalker didn't get the hint. When the woman left, she ran to the car and the guy finally took off. It was the way they spoke to me and things they said that let me know I was being looked at as one of the women. Even though I was dressed as a man.
I was even more certain I was being treated as one of the women when the woman helping me got out the glass case to go with the new sunglasses. She said something like "Honey, you'll need to get a new bag for these, the case is so large."