When I had my first makeover at a transformation place, the woman started calling me Alison from before we even met (she called to me from around the corner as I entered her back yard). It was a thrill and a bit of a shock. Since then, she would call me Alison whether I was presenting female or male. I’ve been to many parties at her home, and met with enough others, that I can’t say it is a thrill, it is just my name, particularly when dressed.
I now have the opposite problem, namely trying not to respond to Alison (or Allison) when I’m not dressed and someone else is being called.
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