sandra-leigh
07-01-2010, 10:04 AM
Yesterday I slipped away from my hosts and went around town in a blue women's top, size 4 forms (about a medium C on me), jean-leggings and a 21" denim skirt (half way down to the knee). I had my usual long hair, big pearl earrings, and no make-up at all (not even lipstick.)
No problems at all on the city bus or at the bus stops at any point -- though I might have had a couple of young girls stare at me, the first in 5+ years (could have been coincidence, as there were other things in the same direction.)
No problems at all in the clothing store I spent a few hours in -- e.g., they asked "What size do you take" rather than assuming I was shopping for someone else, ran around the store looking for things for me, "Would you like me to start a change room for those"; one of the women asked me politely whether I wore skirts to work. The other customers in the change room at the time had no problem with me either; we casually talked about what looked good and about financial prioritization; I came out of the change room wearing a definitely feminine summer dress and asked what they thought, and both of them said it looked cute.
After I was done with the clothing store, and had dodged the crowds waiting to see the Queen, I went to a club, and since it had been a while since my last pit stop, the first thing I did was go in to the mens room since it was on the way in. As I was only half-presenting as female and did not know the local laws, I figured it was a lot safer to use the mens.
There was a fellow standing around in the hallway not too far from the entrance to the mens washroom; I couldn't tell if he worked there or not. When I went in, he quickly followed me in, saying "Excuse me!!" as he moved, and as I swivled around casually to face him, he repeated, "Excuse me!!" and followed with "This is the men's washroom!"; I lazily replied, "Yes?"; he said, less firmly, "This is the men's washroom, and you have..." and looked directly at my (clear) bust-line and my skirt; I again lazily replied, "Yes?" He made an indisctinct sound, sort of a cross between an "Urrr" and an growl and slunk off without a further word. :devil:
Did my ego good, though, that even looking directly at me in the brighter lights of the washroom, he thought I was female (or at least more likely female than male.) And maybe this means that I did "pass" to some portion of the public.
Once I was inside the club proper, the other customers and staff either paid no attention to me or directly told me they approved of my appearance. :)
No problems at all on the city bus or at the bus stops at any point -- though I might have had a couple of young girls stare at me, the first in 5+ years (could have been coincidence, as there were other things in the same direction.)
No problems at all in the clothing store I spent a few hours in -- e.g., they asked "What size do you take" rather than assuming I was shopping for someone else, ran around the store looking for things for me, "Would you like me to start a change room for those"; one of the women asked me politely whether I wore skirts to work. The other customers in the change room at the time had no problem with me either; we casually talked about what looked good and about financial prioritization; I came out of the change room wearing a definitely feminine summer dress and asked what they thought, and both of them said it looked cute.
After I was done with the clothing store, and had dodged the crowds waiting to see the Queen, I went to a club, and since it had been a while since my last pit stop, the first thing I did was go in to the mens room since it was on the way in. As I was only half-presenting as female and did not know the local laws, I figured it was a lot safer to use the mens.
There was a fellow standing around in the hallway not too far from the entrance to the mens washroom; I couldn't tell if he worked there or not. When I went in, he quickly followed me in, saying "Excuse me!!" as he moved, and as I swivled around casually to face him, he repeated, "Excuse me!!" and followed with "This is the men's washroom!"; I lazily replied, "Yes?"; he said, less firmly, "This is the men's washroom, and you have..." and looked directly at my (clear) bust-line and my skirt; I again lazily replied, "Yes?" He made an indisctinct sound, sort of a cross between an "Urrr" and an growl and slunk off without a further word. :devil:
Did my ego good, though, that even looking directly at me in the brighter lights of the washroom, he thought I was female (or at least more likely female than male.) And maybe this means that I did "pass" to some portion of the public.
Once I was inside the club proper, the other customers and staff either paid no attention to me or directly told me they approved of my appearance. :)