Friday, August 21, 2020

The Girl in the Grocery Line

 It's been awhile, so I don't really remember if I did or how long ago it was when I posted here in Cyrsti's Condo of an experience I went through years ago. It was during the time I was living a dual gender existence after my wife passed away in 2007. 

Increasingly, I was spending my life out as a novice transgender woman and one of my favorite things to do was go to a sports bar and watch football, mostly with my two cis women lesbian friends. When I did it, either I ordered a bite to eat where I was, or stopped on the way home to pick something up. 

For some reason, one early evening, I decided to stop at one of my regular food markets I went to as a guy more than a girl. I figured since it was a Sunday, none of the regular cashiers I normally dealt with would be there. Of course I was wrong and ended up right in a line I didn't want to be. I didn't have a choice because it was the only cashier lane open. If I wanted to buy something to eat, I had to hitch up my big girl panties and hope she would not recognize which me she was dealing with. It didn't take long for her sly smile to let me know what was going on. However, she didn't say anything and I paid and left with my well earned food. 

It turned out, it wasn't until the next time she saw me (as a guy) was when she decided to speak up. She simply said I looked good and would have no trouble if I decided to "go that way." Needless to say I was floored and could only come up with a weak thank you in response. 

Deep down inside, the girl in the grocery line probably never really knew how much confidence she gave me during a time of deep transgender confusion. 

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