I went to the theater again tonight -- the second show of the play series I signed up for just so I could have some Nancy time. This year, I have been getting more and more comfortable with spending time en femme, and tonight's trip into the city felt so normal that it was nearly unworthy of note. I got a late start because I couldn't settle on my outfit, and on the subway ride into D.C., I noticed that no one sat beside me, which triggered the worry that I wasn't passing. OTOH, dinner went without a hitch, and walking around Washington, I felt completely comfortable that I looked no different from any cisgender woman out there.
A couple sat beside me in the theater, and at the intermission, the woman struck up a conversation with me. I don't have a great femme voice, but evidently it was good enough, for she never batted an eye. Further validation came when she entered the ladie's room after me and treated me like I was just another woman waiting for a turn at the toilet.
Essentially, this evening I convinced myself that I was female, complete with adjusting my attitude about traffic and checking out the other passengers in the subway cars to see how many other women there were. It's a great feeling.
Unfortunately, now it's bedtime and back to dressing as a man in the morning. <sigh>
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