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.