Hi all,
I promise this is not a rant, musing of my mind or deep thought of the day . . . just a neat story.
Yesterday I had a therapy session and went as I normally do as Isha. Afterwards, I had some errands to run and found myself next to a Winners store. So I went in to see if I could find a nice pair of black dress slacks. I went to racks and found a couple of pairs in various sizes and headed to the change area. I approached the SA at the changeroom counter, she handed me my tag and pointed me in the direction of the ladies changing area.
The only change booth open was missing it's mirror and in its place a signing saying "Sorry for the inconvience I am out for repair but please feel free to use the outside mirrors" . . . Hmm easy for them to say . So, I sucked it up and went out into the main hall and had a gander in the mirror. As I was looking at the fit of the pants I heard "Isha is that you?" Not something I am used to hearing . . . especially in a ladies change room. I turned and saw a twenty something woman who I immediately recognized as one of the Starbucks baristas at the SB I frequent. She then said, "I almost did not recognize you as you got your hair cut and coloured . . . I like it by the way" (I was wearing one of my new wigs). So we stood there for a moment engaged in small talk and then she said, "I would buy the pants as they flatter your figure nicely" . . . I could have hugged her right there and then.
Now, don't get me wrong, this woman knows I am TG. It was just wonderful to be standing there accepted for who I was, no "Ahh there is a guy in the ladies change room!" screams. Just two people who knew each other, talking and existing in the same space.
Hugs
Isha