Filly's Frolic #3

I haven't seen my regular GP for some time and definately not since going full time but i had to go see him today. Since my change of name hasn't come through yet, my records are still under my old name. I turn up at the front desk and announce that i'm here for my appointment. The receptionist is very friendly and used to be able to recognise me on sight, but not his time! She looks at her computer for a moment before realization strikes and she glances back at me. I smile and nod, uttering "uh huh.." and she laughs and says "oh! Ok!". Quite amusing really.

After that I head off to kmart to buy some clothes. I ask one of the ladies if they have a certain item in size 12. "twelve?" she asks casting her eyes down to my waist. "are you sure you aren't a 10?" I laugh and thank her for the compliment, but no, I am a twelve.. 

Feeling rather happy with the way the day is going and happy to be in the sun, I go for a walk down Victoria st in Richmond looking for some cheap photo frames. As I walk along, I tense up as I hear a bogan man shout out in a crackling voice damaged by way too much smoking, drinking and talking shit, "You know what that is?! THAT'S A TRANNY!" His wife and he start cackling like two witches who have eaten one too many eye of newts. "Thats a tranny!" he repeats and laughs over and over again like rainman saying he has to buy his underwear from kmart. I do my best to ignore them and continue walking as he calls out to a friend in front of me, repeating the same sentence. His friend is a lanky caucasion leaning idly on a corner wall looking like he is selling drugs or something. (actually, I wouldn't know since I've never had anything to do with drugs. Im just being rude). The guy looks at me and screws his face up with a "what the hell are you??" kind of
look. The idiot behind me continues on. "you can tell by the way he walks." "look how big his hands are!" cackle cackle. "it's a tranny" cackle...

I walk on trying not to let it get to me.. But it really did put a downer on my day and try as I might, those three words keep echoing in mind as a reminder that I don't look as good as I would like and that I am different.

Filly's Frolic #2 - Update

Update..

Walking out of the hospital I had a conversation with a pleasant nurse who was as tall as I am; I'm 181cm.  She asked "does anyone comment on how tall you are?" I said yes and we had a lovely short exchange about what it's like to be tall girls. Today was a good day!... 

Filly's Frolic #2

I've been spending a lot of time with my aunt in hospital which was quite interesting on the first day becuase dad has been in denial about my gender even though I've been full time for over three months. 

When the doc asked my relation to my aunt, my dad said I was the nephew. When a nurse later asked the same, I replied I was the niece and dad corrected with nephew and I corrected him saying niece. He is also constantly surprised when I introduce myself with my girls name since he insists on calling me by my original name. Oh well.  I can understand his feelings....

Today I took a break at lunchtime from being with my aunt and went for a walk around Doncaster shopping town. I noticed one gentleman in his 50s eyeing me. He was shopping with his wife and I noticed his gaze following me for a good dozen metres. Feeling somewhat confident and playful today, I moved my eyes to his with the most alluring look and smile that I could muster. I grinned as he immediately dropped his eyes and looked away. I had to contain myself to not laugh out loud as I continued on my way. God, that felt so good!!!

Filly's Frolic #1

The sun was casting a lovely glow over Melbourne today so, I decided I'd take advantage of it and went for a walk along Chapel St. I was dressed rather casually in my flare jeans, a scoop neck purple tee and brow studded flats. (Sorry Michelle, I know you don't like flats.. lol) My makeup was also fairly minimal with just foundation, blush, bronzer, eyeliner and mascara which was hidden by my sunnies ayway. Walking casually past the shops, I notice the gaze of a young man shift towards me. As we walk closer to each other, I see his eyes drop to my chest and a smile cross his lips. "Heh! Men!!" His eyes shifted back to my face as we passed the smile not leaving his lips. Being somewhat paranoid and not a very good reader of peoples reactions, I was suddenly struck with confusion. Was that a smile of knowing or a smile of lust? I decided to take it as the latter and continued on with my day with a smile.

My next stop for the day was at the dentist and I was a little nervous since I haven't seen him since going full time. Since I'm still going through the process of officially changing my name, I'd also still be using my old name. The receptionists didn't blink an eyelid although the dentist did look a little surprised when I walked in. I should have said something, but I was too preoccupied trying to act calmly. He was fully professional and in the end there was nothing to worry about. Going back to reception to pay, I was trying to remember if there was a title in front of my name on previous invoices. To my delight I received todays invoice and it said "Miss"! They had changed the records on their computer without my saying anything! Yay!

Later on, I went to the supermarket to buy a few items. As I pulled my credit card out to pay (which doesn't have a title on it) the man at the checkout asked "Any Cash, Sir?". Sir?!? Sir?!?!?!?! I'm sure I still flinch when that happens but nowadays I try to ignore it with just a raised eyebrow...

Oh well, two out of three ain't bad.