I've had friends who have been robbed. I've had friends who have been pick-pocketed. And I've had friends who have lost or misplaced their wallets. Consider me one of those who have temporarily lost a wallet, only to find out that it fell out of my trousers in a safe place.
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Today, I started off by taking care of some laundry that had piled up, and paid some bills. After a couple of days spent presenting as a male, I felt that it was time to get back into a dress and go out as my authentic self. So I looked for my wallet, in order to transfer my ID from the male wallet I was using to the female wallet I intended to use. And then a mild feeling of panic came over me. Could I have accidentally left it at the buffet last night? Could it have fallen out of my pocket when getting out of the car? Where could it have gone? Will I have to contact DMV, my car insurance company, and my credit card companies to get replacements for what I usually carry?
Luckily, all of this worry was for naught. When I came up from doing the laundry, I was in male mode and my wallet was in my back pocket. After checking all of the places where I might have put the wallet, I ran out to the car and found nothing. At this point, I felt that I was in for an excruciating time, as I would need to start the process of replacing the contents of my wallet. But I was in luck. My wallet had fallen next to the toilet. (Yecch! Lysol, please!)
Now, I have made sure that the wallet is in a safe place, and I am ready to go out as Marian....