One of my great joys is genderfucking in my everyday life. Â I pack a cock in my briefs every day and I’m sure (hoping really) that I’m causing brains to spin a bit as people try to reconcile my boobs with the bulge in my pants. Â My hair has gotten shorter in the past years and my clothing less feminine. Â All of this contributes to the mixed gender appearance that represents more closely who I am on the inside.
Most of the time I have to guess what others think about my gender: Â male, female or indeterminate? Occasionally, I get direct feedback. Â For example, there is the feedback I get in the way the cashiers at Safeway hand my receipt to me. Â Well, it’s more what they say, or don’t say, at that moment. Â For the longest time, I’d get a “Have a great day, Ms. Jones” or “Would you like help out, Ms. Jones”. Â Using name and title is something they started doing a couple of years ago, to give the impression of more personal attention and better customer service. Â Most of the time, I accept the salutation and go on about my business. Â Occasionally, though, it makes me wince a little. Â I guess those are the days I’m feeling my male side more and don’t want to be reminded that it’s not visible to the outside world.
The last time I was in Safeway, this weekend, the cashier didn’t even attempt to assign a gender to me. Â This has been happening more and more. Â There was a slight pause as he looked at the receipt, an upward flicker of his eyes as he looked for physical cues. Â My name, ‘Casey’, doesn’t really give it away. Â I was wearing my glasses, ball cap over short hair and a really big orange hoodie that mostly erased the bumps on my chest.
Just a momentary pause, almost unnoticeable — except that I was paying attention.
… “Have a great day.”
Yep, I think I will. Â In not assigning a gender title to me, he recognized me.. even if he didn’t realize it at the time.
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