I moved into my current neighborhood early in 2016. Our neighbors on the West side of our house were a recently divorced guy and his two late-teen sons. They all met me first as a guy. Their home is separated from mine by a really tall cedar hedge. So they are really not in a position to see who is getting in or out of cars in my driveway, or who is going to the mailbox for our mail. So even though I have been coming and going freely as Ceera since I arrived here, we have had few chances to interact while I was in girl mode. I have not been avoiding them, but just had no real reason to talk to them.
So, I have been full time female since last August. And had not really talked to anyone in that household yet about me becoming female. Well, yesterday I was in the front yard , in a short denim skirt and a tight violet tank top, undeniably female, and the dad in that family walked by on the sidewalk and called out to me, by my male name, Jay. We chatted for a bit, and then I joined him on the sidewalk and said, “By the way, my name is Ceera now. I am transgender and going through full transition. Legally I am already female now. The rest will follow when insurance allows.” He just nodded, and said, “My boys have seen you like this, and they asked me, “What should we call Jay now?” I told him they should call me Ceera now, and address me as female. He was quite accepting, and assured me his kids would be as well. We stood and talked for maybe half an hour, and when that ended, he even offered and gave me a hug.
Couldn’t ask for a better outcome.