It's raining in SoCal. I had an appointment with my æsthetician to have my brows done and decided to be a bit bold, wearing the outfit in the photo, cable knit tunic, "wet look" leggings, and high heeled boots. For the first time in a visit to her shop, I wore a bra and forms (although a cup size smaller than I am normally).
Along with my æsthetician, I chatted with the receptionist and two of the manicurists who I know (which, I am certain, also means my regular manicurist, who works at a different shop, is also going to get told. Oh well).
As usual, those who know there is "a guy" under the outfit didn't say one nice woman-to-woman thing, no "you look cute!" nor "nice boots" nor anything else, even after I made the appropriate compliments on their outfits.
One of the beauticians who has seen me around, but who may or may not know if I'm male or female, immediately said, "You look great!"
That cone of silence really bothers me.