Clothes shopping is hell...
Because of the whole changing room problem. If I have to shop for clothes, then I can go to all the trouble to not go to public bathrooms, or only go to 'safe' ones... and I'm still screwed, because I have to go to another gender-differentiated place anyway.
So I was pants-shopping the other day. Sometimes you can't avoid it and you need new clothes. I'll shop either section, men's or women's, because until I have hormones to help out, I still have a bit of a hip thing going on, and it's equally hard to find pants in either section. (It's hard enough to find pants that fit okay, but then I have to find either men's pants with enough room in the hips and butt that don't have tents for legs, or women's pants that don't make it look like I DO have hips.) This time, I was shopping for pants to wear for my dance recital (I take Irish Dance classes) - I needed black pants where the legs wouldn't be too baggy at the ankles, so I figured the women's section would be better. After all, by the time I get a size of men's pants that'll fit over my butt, the legs are pretty big too.
So I browse around the women's section and find a few pairs that seem okay, then I go up to the changing rooms. And now the part I dread. The part where you've gotta go up to the attendant and get the tags for how many things you've got. So I go up to the lady thinking.. well, I've got women's pants and the majority of people seem to still 'read' me as female. But she asks how many, and I say three. She hands me the ticket and motions me to the men's side.
Okay.
So for a second, I just froze. Then I just went on over. Half of me was thinking, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? If they find out you're not really a guy, you're going to get your butt kicked out of here, think of all the embarassment, you'll never be able to show your face here again, if someone figures this out, they might kick your ass... and the other half of me is thinking, heeeeeyyyyy... I get to go in the men's side. I belong there. Except I have women's pants. I just won't let them see that they're women's pants. So when I walked out, I made sure the tags and stuff were folded in so it wasn't too obvious... and I put things back myself. I didn't want to freak out the attendant.
It was kind of exhilirating.
Right now, I'm on Tapestries Muck. Explaining to someone how darn expensive the surgeries are, and how they work, and what the whole trans-thing is about. It's funny. It's a MUCK people go to to do one of two things: socialize with other furs, or have tinysex with other furs. When I show up... I either sit around being ignored, or I sit around educating people. The transmale ambassador to the furry world.
Whoopeee....
So I was pants-shopping the other day. Sometimes you can't avoid it and you need new clothes. I'll shop either section, men's or women's, because until I have hormones to help out, I still have a bit of a hip thing going on, and it's equally hard to find pants in either section. (It's hard enough to find pants that fit okay, but then I have to find either men's pants with enough room in the hips and butt that don't have tents for legs, or women's pants that don't make it look like I DO have hips.) This time, I was shopping for pants to wear for my dance recital (I take Irish Dance classes) - I needed black pants where the legs wouldn't be too baggy at the ankles, so I figured the women's section would be better. After all, by the time I get a size of men's pants that'll fit over my butt, the legs are pretty big too.
So I browse around the women's section and find a few pairs that seem okay, then I go up to the changing rooms. And now the part I dread. The part where you've gotta go up to the attendant and get the tags for how many things you've got. So I go up to the lady thinking.. well, I've got women's pants and the majority of people seem to still 'read' me as female. But she asks how many, and I say three. She hands me the ticket and motions me to the men's side.
Okay.
So for a second, I just froze. Then I just went on over. Half of me was thinking, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? If they find out you're not really a guy, you're going to get your butt kicked out of here, think of all the embarassment, you'll never be able to show your face here again, if someone figures this out, they might kick your ass... and the other half of me is thinking, heeeeeyyyyy... I get to go in the men's side. I belong there. Except I have women's pants. I just won't let them see that they're women's pants. So when I walked out, I made sure the tags and stuff were folded in so it wasn't too obvious... and I put things back myself. I didn't want to freak out the attendant.
It was kind of exhilirating.
Right now, I'm on Tapestries Muck. Explaining to someone how darn expensive the surgeries are, and how they work, and what the whole trans-thing is about. It's funny. It's a MUCK people go to to do one of two things: socialize with other furs, or have tinysex with other furs. When I show up... I either sit around being ignored, or I sit around educating people. The transmale ambassador to the furry world.
Whoopeee....