Today I went out in the afternoon en-femme, primarily to get my acrylic nails touched up and get a pedicure. I got out of the nail spa at the start of rush hour traffic, so I went shopping for a few hours at a large mall, which fortunately I didn't need to pass through a congested area to get to. Bought several new sets of earrings, then headed for home once traffic had died down.
It was dinner time when I got home. My daughter and I have been in the habit lately of going out to dinner on Wednesday nights, to a local restaurant that has a 'free pie with your meal' special on Wednesdays. The thing is, while I went to that restaurant a few times with my daughter while en-femme when we first got to this town, for the last three months or so we've been there almost every week with me in male mode. So the manager and most of the staff all know us as regulars... But they know the adult with my daughter is her dad. And the waitress that waits on us most often knows I am a widower.
I didn't feel like getting out of girl mode, so we went there with me en femme.
The manager acted like he didn't know me. In my male mode, he would know we don't care if we get a table or a booth. Either is fine, and we will take whichever is open first. But he asked Ceera her preference, and he didn't say 'welclome back, good to see you again,' like he usually does.
We happened to get a waitress who was unfamiliar with us, but two others who would usually at least greet me in male mode, even if I wasn't in their section, also acted like they didn't know me, and walked past us several times without a second glance.
On the way out, I tipped and paid in cash, rather than using my male self's debit card. Everyone had been pleasant and treated me like any other female customer. But despite me having my daughter with me, no one seemed to realize the lady with her was her dad.