What makes you think they will think I’m a girl?

will's picture

So the other day, my dad decided to go to Costco. And if you went there before, you know that they require a card in order to get in. My dad, being cheap as usual, borrowed my aunt’s card. He’s afraid of getting busted because my dad is, literarily, the furthest creature from a woman. So he yelled me out, and persuaded me to go with him.
I stared at him obnoxiously and replied, “What makes you think they will think I’m a girl?”
He looked at me, bottom to top, and laughed. Take a guess why.

Yes, I pass as a guy. Not so much now, but before… you have no idea. I could go into any men’s washroom, even men’s change room at YMCA, or at the swimming facilities. And no one, zero guys would be able to tell that I’m a girl. You know why I know? Go figure.

Now I’m not bragging here. I know most trans guys want to pass as a guy. But I don’t. Always being mistaken as a guy IS my problem. I mean, it’s cool to hear people say “Have a nice day, Sir”; but it’s NOT cool when I’m trying to go into a female bathroom. Take this for instance.

It’s a normal school day with normal classes with normal people and my normal routine of going to the washroom. (You know where this is going, don’t you?) I choose to go during class so that not many people would be there, hopefully none. So I held my breath, pushed open the door with a pink sign of woman-in-skirt on it, and ventured in.

Shit, I thought. Apparently some junior girls are having a mini party down there. Discussing and applying makeup. (Duh, what else would girls do?) When my image appeared in the mirrors, they turned 180 degrees, and carefully examined me in awe, as if I’m some monster from Mars. I think a girl with the half-applied-heavy-eyeliner was scarier than me though. “Why is this… guy in our girl’s washroom?” Their confusion was clear in their eyes.

And me, being experienced in these situations, calmly replied, “What’s wrong?” Trying to sound innocent. I could’ve replied their rudeness, but I’m too kind to do so. (Yeah right… ) By this point, they would’ve tell, from my voice, that I’m in fact a girl. My voice is deeper than most girls, but not as deep as guys. Mission complete.

I went into the cubicle, did my thing, washed my hands, and rushed out of the door. Oh wait, not yet. Just about I was going to leave the washroom, a girl hurried in and saw me. A little startled would be an understatement to describe her expression. She quickly hurried back to the door, made sure she did not mistaken pink by blue, until then she could finally go back in. “Oh, poor thing…” I thought, and left with a smirk on my face. It would’ve been funnier if it’s April Fool’s Day though.

Okay, that wasn’t so bad, I have to admit. But what about another time at church when I just stepped into the washroom, and this 70-year-old lady dragged me out. It took me 5 minutes to convince her that I am a girl! I was that close to pull my pants off. (She wish!)

So it definitely can get annoying at times, to an extent that I thought it’d much easier for me to just switch to men’s washroom. (Brilliant idea, wasn’t it?) I couldn’t do that at school since people know me, but it’s a piece of cake at other public places. It worked out well for me until I decided that I never ever wanna see another dick in my whole entire life. (No offence to any guys here.)

Chameleons adapt to their environments by altering their skin colors. So do I. Eventually, I learned to grow my hair out a bit longer, and dress a tint less manly so I can get into the damn washroom without been killed by girls’ glares.

This was not a problem for me since unisex clothes are super popular in East Asia. (Yes, I buy clothes, including binders, from China. It not only stimulates the country’s economy [like they really needed foreign currencies], easier to find sizes, they have cooler clothes, and last but not least, it’s cheaper, even plus shipping. Wow I feel like a salesperson.) Oh and you guys are not gonna believe this, dressing up like a tomboy (I don’t like the word “dyke”) is now a fashion among girls in East Asia, especially China, Japan and Korea. Fashion, baby! We are cool! (High five anyone? )

Anyways, I digress. My gender identity has always brought me more trouble than me sexual orientation. If I had to put a label on myself, I would identify as androgynous. I feel neither female nor male, or rather both. Even though I dress up like a guy, I don’t have top or bottom dysphorias. I feel great in my own body. And like Daniel Pink said in his bestselling book “A Whole New Mind”: Great minds are androgynous. (Did anyone read the book by any chance? I’m weird, I know, I read non-fictions for fun.)

Today, while me and my friends are sitting on the grass, resting from a thrilling Frisbee game, I brought up the topic of my gender identity. (We talk about everything.) I’ve always been very vocal about my sexual orientation, so I thought I’d talk about something else for a change.
“I actually don’t feel like a girl inside, but I don’t feel like a guy either. I’m…” Before I could finish my sentence, I was interrupted by my friend Rachel.
“I don’t care what you are. You are Will.” She said, with a genuine smile on her face.
“That’s right.” I smiled back. And gave her a warm bear-hug in sweat.

Comments

Tophat's picture

Nice! From a Non-Gender to a

Nice!

From a Non-Gender to a Trans Guy, I understand. Ironically, the one time I dressed up with makeup in publiic, people thought I was a girl in a suit. Hah. The earing didn't help, but STILL. It makes me laugh.

Ah, gender. Who needs it? Hahahaha!

Anywho, I relate.
---------------------------------------------------
Two roads diverged in a wood.

I switched the signs and went down the real road.

will's picture

Thanks for the understaind

Thanks for the understaind Tophat!
LOL That's right, to hell with gender!

Nothing is good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

carmen143's picture

*high five*

Okay so I'm the whitest most non-Asian person in the world so I have no idea of the fashion going on in east Asia but I do love a good high five. :)
<3 FLAME ON! <3

will's picture

LOL *good high five back!*

LOL *good high five back!*

Nothing is good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

terrabean's picture

I know exactly what you mean, really I do!

God it can be so fucking confusing to be at that in between place. I mean, I can't use the mens room when there are people I know around, but if I go into the girls room, everyone looks at me funny, and asks why I'm in there. School is actually not to bad for me, cause a lot of people know who I am who would be in the girls room, so they know it is ok for me to be there. This year will be even easier, as my small high school just got an independent campus from the other high school, and everyone is really tight knit there. It could be problematic if I decide to transition, but I probably won't do that till college I guess. I don't know, it is nice when I am not feeling slightly disphoric. I guess that might set us apart a little, cause I do have to admit that I do feel some top disphoria. But yeah, I get it.

TerraBean

will's picture

Thanks for the comment,

Thanks for the comment, TerraBean!
To be completely honest, I used to have strong top disphoria, and that's why I started to bind my chest. Now as I feel more comfortable in binders, I felt more comfortable with myself. I like how binders don't make my chest look completely flat so others could still tell my gender in tight clothes, but it does make it look flatter so I dont feel awkward around others. It definitely will be more difficult if you start transitioning, even pre-surgery but on T, but you can always try packing. So good luck!

Nothing is good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

ferrets's picture

you know.....

its almost impossible to tel the differnce between a girl and boy ferret :) and thus all ferrets are equel! why am i the only one who voters the should rule the world?

without ferrets, this world would be hell in a a hamster cage

will's picture

You and your lovely ferrets

You and your lovely ferrets should definitely rule the world! XD

Nothing is good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

loreonpravus's picture

i know what you mean about

i know what you mean about the washroom thing, except i'm not quuiiite masculine enough to pass for a guy, so- stuck between a rock and a hard place. funny looks in the women's washrooms and all, but i kinda got used to it after a while.

oh, and if you've even been to Hong Kong, there's actually a load of lesbians cantering around all over the place, no? you just gotta be able to pick them out. and stuff there and in China is so totally (way) cheaper.

will's picture

LOL I definitely wanna visit

LOL I definitely wanna visit Hong Kong someday! Mabye you can show me around :P And yeah, that's what most of my Cantonese friends told me too, a lot of them are gay as well!

Nothing is good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

jacjessen90's picture

if you need a translater...i'm free....

i speak 7 differant langugues, read 10, and can understand the jist of 11...so, if you need a translater ask! (german, spanish, yiddish, french, scots/irish-gailic, itailian, latin, hebrew, greek,and hindi)
"to live a day alone, only THAT would be torture! An hour without you, only THAT would be death!" ~gomez addams

will's picture

WOW you are amazing. How'd

WOW you are amazing. How'd you get to learn all these languages? Oh dont tell me your mom forced you to, jokes! You speak more languages than I've heard, but I've got this one handled LOL I actually speak Cantonese. :P I'll call you up when I go to Germany, your number?

Nothing is good or bad, but thinking makes it so.