Thursdays are typically Heather days for me and today was no different.
I went with a brown short sleeve sweater dress, brown leggings, white
ankle boots with a 3 1/2" stiletto heel and a white long sleeve top
under the dress - pretty typical for me. I took our daughter to the bus
stop like I normally do then off to home to get some work done.
Around lunch time I headed to the bank to get some cash. There was a
line at the ATM so I waited my turn and as usual, nobody paid me anymore
attention than they would anyone else in line at the ATM. Next I hit
Dunkin Donuts to get some coffee (for Rain, not me I hate coffee). When
I walked in the lady (who has seen me in there a few times before)
cheerfully said "Well hello there, how are you doing?" Now this isn't
how she greets everyone and I only stop in as Heather maybe once a
month, so its not like I'm a regular. As I was paying for my order,
another (older) lady who appears to be a new employee walked up and said
"You're looking pretty today" and gave me a big smile. Now that is
definitely not a typical comment to hear a woman say to anyone but their
niece or such. It definitely struck me as odd, but hey... a compliment
is a compliment. Did she know I was a guy? Hard to tell really.
Later in the day I went and picked our daughter up from her after school
program. I walked into the lobby and signed her out and then waited with
the other parents for 4:00 to come when we could all go retrieve our
children from the library. There are usually 40 or so parents there,
some with other children. I engaged in conversation with a few of the
parents while we waited and didn't notice any of the telltale "i've been
read" signs. Now, I don't exactly sound like James Earl Jones as a guy.
My guy voice is pretty run of the mill for a guy really. As Heather I
sound a little closer to Cher or such, not really feminine but not
exactly masculine either. One girl around 12 gave me an odd look when I
walked in, but otherwise nobody seemed to notice or care. When I headed
to the library with the mob of parents, again nobody coming the other
way (with their kids) seemed to pay me any attention. Even our
daughter's teacher, who knows "Mr. Irvine" on sight didn't seem to
really react. Now, she does not know about Heather (to my knowledge) and
we were like 40 feet apart, but she did glance in my direction and I
made sure not to make the mistake of locking stares with her. I
pretended to not really even notice that she was there. We'll see if
anything comes of that, but I seriously doubt it. On the way out to the
parking lot, Katya wanted to walk with one of her friends who she has
known since preschool. Her mom even asked me a question but didn't seem
to notice or care that Heather was there with Katya. I'm not sure if she
knows or suspects, but no reaction either way.
My next stop was DMV to renew the Jeep registration (it expired in Sept.
opps!). Last time I went to DMV enfemme I gave them my TG ID card with
my DL just to make sure I had no issues. This time I was feeling a
little more brave and didn't hand it over but did have it handy just in
case. The receptionist (they do an initial check to make sure you have
all the proper documents) didn't even flinch at my DL, which is clearly
male being presented by me. The ladies at the counter were just as
unphased by a guy in front of them dressed as a woman. I have to really
compliment the people that did the sensitivity training with these
folks. They did an outstanding job. I was in & out in less than 10
minutes without so much as a sideways glance from anyone.
My next stop was the nail salon to get my nails filled. Rain was already
there ahead of us, and Katya wanted a cookie from the bakery next door
so I took her over before I got started. While we were at the bakery,
there was another mom (that always sounds funny when I say it) there
with her daughter, about the same age as ours. The girl had a candy cane
and wanted to share one with Katya. The mom said to her daughter "I
guess it is OK so long as her mom says it is." I guess I passed... :)
Back at the nail salon I had conversations with a number of other women
with no ill reactions. If they knew, they certainly did not show it. On
the way home we stopped at McDonalds to get some dinner and I was
Ma'amed when paying for the food at the drive through.
All in all, it was just another boring day as me...
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