Somehow, I feel proud about what happened today. I passed a test of femininity while presenting as a female. But first....
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The other day, I was told that I've been given the authority to sign checks for my co-op. However, it is a responsibility I didn't ask for, and almost blew off. (I couldn't find the original email telling me who to ask for, and I had a case of the "fuck its" until I checked information in my online calendar. At that point, I knew I wouldn't make it to have lunch with Vicki, and rescheduled our get together for a mid afternoon get together at Starbucks. This was just as well, as the bank officer wasn't able to speak with me until 1:30, and I'd feel guilty telling Vicki that I screwed up after she left home.
At 1:30, I finally met with the bank officer, and we took care of the co-op account paperwork. However, I had an issue of my own - I wanted to get the limit on one of my cards increased so that I could pay for my Hawaii cruise with a single charge on a single card. Instead of shifting available credit balances from one card to another, he suggested that I open up a new account which more than doubled the credit available to me and gave me a $250 bonus for charging $500 to the new card within 3 months. Of course, I expected to charge $9,000 on the card, so I would likely net almost $400 for opening up the account. There is one potential issue - this may get in the way of me getting a good rate when I buy a car. But more on that issue later.
Once done with the bank, I drove home and changed into Marian mode, wearing my new wig. Vicki said that this wig looks better than my old wig as it better covers my chin bones. She also apologized for going off on me at our last get together. And I made a comment about FCP and XGFJ. She agrees with me on how I interpret things, and said that I did the right thing by saying nothing.
After I left Vicki in Yorktown, it was off to the store to pick up a dessert for my meetup. With dessert in hand, I drove to Milford via the back roads - the turnpike was backed up (as usual). Like last time I was there, showers were in the forecast, and it drizzled a little throughout the party. So, I sat down inside and read some email. I found out that an auto dealer was willing to accept MSRP on a sedan, and $1500 over MSRP on the SUV. So I now have a serious decision to make about buying a car. While reading my emails, a woman came into the room and asked me if she minded if she changed her top into something warmer. I shut the front door, and made sure no one came in while she was changing. About the only thing I could see was her bra. But she would not have let me see that if she thought I was a male. RQS said that I passed the female test - women are now accepting me as a woman, albeit a tall, fat, and homely one. And that's fine with me. I'd have gotten no excitement had she been braless and I had seen her breasts. When presenting as Marian, I am reacting more and more like a cisgender women than I'd have thought years ago.
What would be going through your mind had you been in my position?
