Out and about last week, while I was taking my wife to an appointment on the other side of the bay. Wearing white capris, a gray tunic blouse, white slide sandals, my necklace, cross- body purse, hairless arms and legs, long hair and shiny nails, I apparently looked like a girl.
While she was at her appointment, I dropped in at a bank I seldom visit (once or twice a year), to make a deposit. Nothing special about that, right? WRONG! When I walked in, the greeter (I did not remember him at all) addressed me as Mrs. Sherman. Oh my...I'm impressed. And he showed me how to use their new machines...all the while addressing me as Mrs. Sherman.
Either: I'm totally unforgettable and the greeter isn't ('cause I didn't remember him from last time); one of the other officers of the bank recognized me; or there is some kind of customer facial recognition software in play to assist, in case of robbery. I will inquire about that with my next visit!
After that, I needed to deliver an X-ray picture,to be added to my file at my own dentist's office. So I dropped in, and the traditional cast of characters behind the desk who know me, wasn't. Everyone was a trainee that day. Friendly, of course. And needless to say, after I gave my name, they addressed me as female, without looking at my records. I'm not complaining in the slightest...the others normally there would likely address me as "Sir," even if I showed up in a dress, heels, red nail
I stopped at my usual pond on the way by, both to try to get a selfie and a pic of the ducks. But there were too many people there already, and the pond was covered with algae. UGH. Not a pretty sight. So I settled for a pic of the ducks:
Since I had recently uncovered an older jumper dress (which was too big, but I got it for less than $3 at a charity shop on senior day) in my wardrobe stash, I had already decided to stop at my seamstress from "back in the day" and have her make it wearable. She was thrilled to see me after all this time, and we spent a few minutes catching up. Then, she told me to put on my dress...
She pinned it up and we checked it in the mirror, it looked like it would be a successful alteration. And, she's going to try to have it ready on the day I come into town to head out on my next train trip. I'm excited! I've been wearing skirts and tops for such a long time and am looking forward to finally be wearing a dress again! It's been too long....
Then I stopped at a brand new charity shop - very large, very well stocked. I found several things that I will go back and try on either the day leave or get back from my trip - and even found a super soft convertible sleeve v-neck blouse which I bought for Mom. I told my wife to feel it - she did and liked it - and said that if I find one that fits me, I'll buy it. She didn't like the idea as it's undeniably feminine, but I told her I'd only wear it when we aren't going to be together. I think that approach may have worked...MAYBE the beginning of a Mandy wardrobe - that she knows about. I'll have to buy something first, and then time will tell.
Lastly, I stopped at my regular bank branch, to change some bigger denomination paper money into small bills for my trip. They know I'm a guy, but I walked into a discussion among the female staff, about hair removal creams and whether they work. They chatted back-and-forth for a couple minutes, then apologized to me for the non-business talk..."You never know what kind of discussion you'll hear!"
I chuckled and said "You may or may not have noticed, but I don't have much hair on my arms or legs... There's a reason. I had laser done a number of years ago, and epilating about once every 2-3 weeks does it for me." Needless to say, as I was the only customer, the girls all had questions...took about 5 minutes to get them answered. It's likely that I didn't convert anybody to laser, but I ended with "And you never know when one of your customers will join in your discussion, do you?" We all got a chuckle out of it...and since the manager was part of it, there won't be any repercussion for the girls. But I doubt they were expecting it...even from a guy who dresses like a girl.
I guess I sort of "outed" myself to the 4 girls. But it was fun to see the looks on their faces.
Such a wonderful day...I love being a girl!