Over the years I have worked hard on developing a more natural and realistic appearance as a woman, so that I can go out into the world with confidence. Growing my hair and abandoning the need for a wig was a big step, but I was left with the usual problem of a male receding hairline. I finally worked out a way to attach an artificial fringe that matched my real hair as yet another small step towards a better femme look.
Occasionally I get the opportunity to go out dressed, especially on Sunday mornings. Westfield Tuggerah is far enough away from home to reduce the chances of running into someone I know. On this occasion, I went out with no real plans to buy anything. However, I had a very interesting and rather amusing experience.
I was walking along the central concourse when this guy selling beauty products (exfoliants, moisturisers and hand & foot lotions) said to me, in a friendly manner, "Why are you so tall?"
"Whoops", I thought, "I've been read!"
However, he was a remarkably short man, no more than 5 foot tall, about 30, with a thick Israeli accent.
"Maybe it is because I am so short", he joked, and then started into his sales pitch.
Normally, I just smile and say "No thanks" and keep walking, but on this occasion I was feeling good and confident about my appearance, so I thought "Why not?"