Maggie Kay
08-19-2007, 12:34 PM
Yesterday, I was out shopping with my SO and daughter. I was pretty much in DRAB but still sporting my long pony tail and Zirconia post earrings. We were at Costco and had lunch. Normally, I can wait until I am home before I need to go to the bathroom but since I recently started Spiro, I know that when I feel the need, I better deal with it. Normally, the prospect of using the Men's room would have sent me into a panic attack but now that my HRT doesn't include Progesterone, this time, I was fine with it. After all, I was dressed mostly in DRAB so why not take advantage of the costume I was wearing. My confidence is way up. I entered the men's room and headed for a stall. I just can't use urinals anymore. I'm in there doing my business and several men come in talking pretty crudely which kinda made me cringe. The place felt so foreign to me. I hadn't been in one in a year of more.
After, I was finished and left the stall to wash my hands, I see a mid forties man beside me at the sinks, he turns toward me and just stands there glaring at me. Guys never did this to me before. I suppose that my facial appearance and the fact that I have boobs overcomes the DRAB clothes now. I suddenly realized that I could be in danger. Believe it or not, I found myself forgetting to know how to use the soap dispenser and those IR triggered faucets. I felt like he could tell I didn't belong there. It seemed like hours but eventually, I managed and he just turned away from me and left. Walking back to the tables to rejoin my family, my SO asks," Are you alright?, did anything happen?". "I'm fine" I replied as I didn't want to upset them. However, I wonder what would have happened if I was in my femme slacks and top that I usually wear. Needless to say, I won't be visiting the Men's room anytime soon. I find it kinda neat actually and discussed it with my SO. However, she would not go along with the idea that I could go in DRAG and use the ladies room. Ah the pleasures of gender jail....
After, I was finished and left the stall to wash my hands, I see a mid forties man beside me at the sinks, he turns toward me and just stands there glaring at me. Guys never did this to me before. I suppose that my facial appearance and the fact that I have boobs overcomes the DRAB clothes now. I suddenly realized that I could be in danger. Believe it or not, I found myself forgetting to know how to use the soap dispenser and those IR triggered faucets. I felt like he could tell I didn't belong there. It seemed like hours but eventually, I managed and he just turned away from me and left. Walking back to the tables to rejoin my family, my SO asks," Are you alright?, did anything happen?". "I'm fine" I replied as I didn't want to upset them. However, I wonder what would have happened if I was in my femme slacks and top that I usually wear. Needless to say, I won't be visiting the Men's room anytime soon. I find it kinda neat actually and discussed it with my SO. However, she would not go along with the idea that I could go in DRAG and use the ladies room. Ah the pleasures of gender jail....