This past weekend, Liz and I rented a cargo van. It was under my name, so I had to do most of the talking in yet another male dominated atmosphere.
I did have some trepidation on what would happen. As I transitioned, there were certain things I didn't look forward to doing as a transgender woman, and this was one of them.
As it turned out, my fear was premature. As Liz and I went to the counter, the rental guy's voice softened as he said my name. From then on, I knew I was OK.
Sometimes I wonder if I will suffer from what I call transgender PTSD for the rest of my life.
I'm lucky. Many times I have the company of a cis woman. Many persons just see a couple, not just one person who happens to be trans.
I would suppose the only better method would be to have a cis man accompany you around the world. I am more than satisfied though, to be where I am!