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One thing I have discovered since I have been going out in public presenting myself as a woman is that being a woman isn't always so much fun. Yesterday I had to go to a local building supply store to procure a new vanity for my bathroom re-model. I went dressed pretty plainly, with standard makeup, jeans, t-shirt, and my with my hair pulled up. Nothing really impressive at all. I found what I needed and everything went well until I went to the loading area to have my purchase loaded into my truck. I had to wait about ten minutes until everything was set up and I was directed to give my paperwork to the warehouse representative. When I went to the warehouse area, I handed my paperwork to whom I assume was the guy in charge, who just stood there for a few moments looking me up and down, fixating on my chest (breastforms were in place as usual). He took his sweet time getting things done, continually glancing at me several times (but not making eye contact) as he did whatever he had to do. Then he came out from the counter area and walked up to me, again looking me up and down, and got a little too close when he handed me my paperwork, commenting on how nice my perfume smelled. He told me where to pull my truck up. I moved my truck where it needed to be and was waiting when it appeared the entire warehouse staff came out on to the loading dock to "check me out." As about eight guys stood at the end of the loading area staring and giggling and smiling to one another, after what seemed to be an hour (but was probably 15 minutes) four guys arrived with my new vanity. They opened the box so I could inspect it and the group of guys remained leering at me. Thinking I was overreacting I looked around and confirmed I was the only customer in their line of sight. The four loaded my vanity and as I walked down the steps to my truck, all of the guys just kept staring at me. Now, nothing was said, and the looks I was getting appeared more lustful than contemptuous. I don't think anyone realized I was not a "real" girl but was more like an object of their interest or sexual desire. I felt just like what several women have told me they felt like in similar encounters; "Like a piece of meat." Now I would be lying if I said I don't love attention from men, but for some reason I don't think I have ever felt more uncomfortable as I did yesterday in a routine encounter with men. Something was different and it pissed me off. As I continue life as Gina full time, I am experiencing more of the negative interactions with men that have been described to me by genetic women for years. I realized I have been guilty myself in man mode of looking at an attractive woman the same way in the past. I can really empathize with the difficulty of being a woman in our society and how they are so often recognized solely as sexual objects. Reality check for me I guess.
Hi Gina! I am sorry for what you went thru. Sadly there are still way to many morons left in this world. I think you should write a letter to the head office with a cc: to that particular store manager outlining your story, sans details of your dress. Tell them that you will boycott their store auntil a staff change is completed. Tell them you belong to several organizations and will black list them with all the members. I took on the Government of British Columbia in Canada over an incident with their last winter Olympics and backed the blacklist campaign with some of my clubs. I was contacted directly by the premiere politician and several members of caucus. A new law was passed immediately prohibiting such antics and whopping big fines were instituted. You can get results against evil. I tend to think these morons were checking you out and trying to agree whether or not you were what you seemed. I will lend my name to whatever actions you may take. Regards...Lady Veronica Graunwolf.
Thanks Lady V. Unfortunately I had to go back there yesterday. Similar experience but not quite so intense. I doubt if complaining would have much effect. For sure I won't be going back there again. It has been so long since I experienced a negative reaction in public that I think I forgot what it was like. I have a pretty thick skin but for some reason this experience really annoyed me. I am looking at it like a wake up call that either the majority of people will always have an issue with my lifestyle or there will always be sophomoric individuals that can't control their hormones. Either way, I will move forward. I even prettied up a little yesterday out of spite. Suck rocks boys.
