I found myself conducting somewhat of a social experiment yesterday, as unintentional as it was. I had some business to attend to across town and afterwards I had a little outing planned to meet up with my friend "D". Well as luck would have it, it was fairly warm here in SoCal and she spent the day moving some stuff from storage into her new home and was completely spent. I was actually relieved because I felt the same way, that my business went a bit longer than planned and all I could think about is getting back home. But I had spied a little boutique store in my travels so I thought I'd pay a visit, in guy mode.
Setting the scene, I had changed into casual guy wear, jeans and a long sleeved collarless shirt. Not an overtly masculine appearance but no question about presenting in guy-mode. Also, let the record reflect I had zero intention of trying anything on. I simply wanted to browse.
I walk in and two women were there, a SA (or owner?) and a customer. Immediately, the SA starts chatting me up in a positive way. I'm thinking this is cool as I browse the racks, seeing a store full of familar designers. Then I saw it, in the dress section there was this dressy pants outfit that totally struck a nostalgic nerve in that it was very similar to a long-gone-and-forgotten outfit I had back in the early-90's. It was red, the pants were dressy and flowy (is that a word?) while the top was sleeveless and seemed to have a lot going on. OK, that's it, I really want to try this on. So as the SA gushes on how lovely the outfit is and asks what size I'm looking for, I replied that I'm typically a size 8 in this kind of style and asked if it would be OK if I tried this on. Her reply was immediate and emphatic as if rehersed despite the uneasy look on her face...
"Oh no, we don't let men in the dressing rooms".
My reply? "That's fine, I just won't buy it." to which SA kept saying "I'm sure it would fit you" etc. as I put it back on the rack.
I browsed a bit more and then thought of something. I had my camera in my pocket so I took it out and showed her two pictures from my chip. The look on her face was almost as if she saw a ghost, probably better described as a sudden moment of clarity. "OMG, look at you, so feminine" she said, among other things. By this time the customer in the store had left and the SA invited me to try on the red outfit, over and over again to the point where she was practially begging. My response? Sorry, not a chance. I explained nicely & politely that I shop where I am made to feel welcome and her initial response revealed her true colours. I was very clear that she lost a sale.
When all was said and done, I completely misread the situation. It happens, and I'm not discouraged. Perhaps the SA will respond different should another TG individual someday follow in my wake. In the meantime, this demonstrates that despite those wonderful niches of acceptance we often experience, we have such a long way to go when it comes to acceptance by society at large.