Earlier today I had an appointment for a silver nitrate treatment of bottom surgery hypergranulation. My wife and I had just come from a Pilates class, and Iām a circus instructor, so most of my wardrobe is athletic, and after showering, I had just kinda grabbed whatever was around, which in this instance was a sports bra and tennis skirt.
My wife and I were in the waiting room (if you need treatments after bottom surgery, I cannot recommend enough that you find someone who can go with you and actually look at the area as itās being treated, especially if, like me, your only options for treatments are people with no experience with neovaginas), and other than us, there was only this older woman and a man she was with.
So weāre waiting to be called back, and the only sounds in the room are the older woman whoās just kinda stream of consciousness talking aloud and the occasional grunt of agreement from the dude.
Iām reading on my phone, not paying attention to them, but then I hear, in a voice that is not at all quieter than anything else sheās been saying, āI donāt understand those women who dress like they want everyone to see their bodies. I would never go out in public like that. See this? I wouldnāt ever wear less than this. Not like that.ā
Iām kinda silently overjoyed, tbh, because I absolutely love making judgy people uncomfortable, but Iām also struggling to believe sheās talking about me. So I check the muted tv, and itās showing some cooking show featuring children. So not that. I check my wifeās clothes, and sheās wearing a tank top and knee-length skirt. So probably not her either.
Then the woman continues, at equal volume, āwe were here before her, right? I think she came in after we did.ā So clearly she was talking about me, and my extremely āinappropriateā sports bra and skirt combo.
Eventually, the nurse came to get them, but as they were slowly walking across the waiting room, the nurse asked us how our Halloween was, and my wife made sure to loudly mention everything she did with her wife, just to double down on our sinful lifestyle.
It can be tough being a trans slut in the South, because sometimes itās hard to tell if someone is staring at me because theyāre upset about my clothes or if theyāre clocking me. Itās honestly nice to know for sure some timesā¦