The other day, I was sitting in the caf. with my regular group of people [My friend Lawrence forgot to make her lunch, so she left]. Some chick hid one of my friend's lunch bag under the table, and he started looking for it everywhere, including under my coat [I had it across my lap because I don't have a locker yet].
Then, a few minutes after, someone else who was sitting across the table was talking with the girl who'd hid my friend's lunch bag, and the conversation was like this:
[Note: For those of you who don't know yet, I am a trans male.]
Guy: "Well, he-" [Referring to my friend] ..."was already looking near his-" [Referring to me]
Girl: "You idiot, that's a girl!" [Referring to me]
Guy: "Shit.. I'm so sorry!" [Talking to me]
Me: "No, no, it's fine! I want to be referred to as a boy. I'm transgender."
LIKE, SHIT, WOMAN. YOU BLEW MY COVER.
So.. You've determined that I'm not "Technically" a "Boy"?
Was it that fact that I have a feminine voice [Pre-Testosterone], or that I left my dick at home today?
[Note: I call my Ball python, Smoker, my dick, because he's a bugger, and really, it's just a bad habit of a nickname.]
Come on, people. If you don't know, or are unsure as what to call me, or how to refer to me as, please do ask~
I don't mind.
Not at all.
In fact, it makes me happy because then you are not mis-gendering me.
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