Persephone
11-08-2014, 04:38 PM
For musical accompanyment to this post, "Let Me Call You Sweetheart" by The Valentine's Day Barbershop Quartet Click Here (contains audio) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HSAWtWTUrhE).
I wrote up the story of how my car ended up at the mechanic's a few days ago (click here (http://www.crossdressers.com/forums/showthread.php?220840-A-Nighttime-Adventure&highlight=towed)). They fixed it the next day so, in the afternoon, I headed over to pick it up.
Since my mechanic only knows me en femme I was dressed in capris and a women's t-shirt, appropriate casual makeup and hair. After my mechanic told me about what had been wrong (bad alternator) I went around the corner to the other side of the shop to pay up.
The cashier, an anonymous young man with muscles and lots of ink, said "How can I help you, Ma'm." I gave him my femme name and he found my bill, ran my credit card, marked my copy as "paid," and, as he handied it to me, without any hint of sarcasm nor any other unusual emotion, said, "There you go, Sweetheart!"
My spouse tells me this sort of thing doesn't often happen to her anywhere so I have no idea why it sometimes happens to me. I'd especially appreciate input from our forum GGs. Do you get called "Honey," "Sweetheart" and other terms of endearment as you go about your day?
Since it has taken me a couple of days to write this up I thought I'd throw in a couple more annecdotes that took place over the following couple of days.
My spouse and I and a group of friends were at a local gastropub. I headed over to the lady's room, a "one hole" affair, and found the door locked. While waiting I was joined by another woman who was waiting a few feet behind me in the cluttered hallway. After a while the door opened and a man stepped out! She and I looked at each other and shrugged a "What the Hell?" kinda look. Insult to injury, when I went into the restroom I found that he had left the seat up!
Things move slowly, but they do move. I "came out" to my insurance agent and a couple of days later I got a phone call from one of his assistants who casually began, "Hi Barbara, I have a quick question about one of your medications..."
A few minutes later the phone rang again, one of those automated calls to remind me of a doctor's appointment, "This is to remind... Barbara... of an appointment on Monday..."
Life is good!
Hugs,
Barbara (Persephone).
I wrote up the story of how my car ended up at the mechanic's a few days ago (click here (http://www.crossdressers.com/forums/showthread.php?220840-A-Nighttime-Adventure&highlight=towed)). They fixed it the next day so, in the afternoon, I headed over to pick it up.
Since my mechanic only knows me en femme I was dressed in capris and a women's t-shirt, appropriate casual makeup and hair. After my mechanic told me about what had been wrong (bad alternator) I went around the corner to the other side of the shop to pay up.
The cashier, an anonymous young man with muscles and lots of ink, said "How can I help you, Ma'm." I gave him my femme name and he found my bill, ran my credit card, marked my copy as "paid," and, as he handied it to me, without any hint of sarcasm nor any other unusual emotion, said, "There you go, Sweetheart!"
My spouse tells me this sort of thing doesn't often happen to her anywhere so I have no idea why it sometimes happens to me. I'd especially appreciate input from our forum GGs. Do you get called "Honey," "Sweetheart" and other terms of endearment as you go about your day?
Since it has taken me a couple of days to write this up I thought I'd throw in a couple more annecdotes that took place over the following couple of days.
My spouse and I and a group of friends were at a local gastropub. I headed over to the lady's room, a "one hole" affair, and found the door locked. While waiting I was joined by another woman who was waiting a few feet behind me in the cluttered hallway. After a while the door opened and a man stepped out! She and I looked at each other and shrugged a "What the Hell?" kinda look. Insult to injury, when I went into the restroom I found that he had left the seat up!
Things move slowly, but they do move. I "came out" to my insurance agent and a couple of days later I got a phone call from one of his assistants who casually began, "Hi Barbara, I have a quick question about one of your medications..."
A few minutes later the phone rang again, one of those automated calls to remind me of a doctor's appointment, "This is to remind... Barbara... of an appointment on Monday..."
Life is good!
Hugs,
Barbara (Persephone).