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When I first started my job as a customer care rep, I was only a few weeks into HRT (MTF). At the time, I barely registered on anyone’s radar—no lingering looks, no double-takes, nothing. My features were still androgynous, and honestly, I was used to that. I’ve never been the kind of person who turned heads, especially in straight spaces, and I’d made peace with it.

But now, after 4-5 months on hormones, things feel… different. My hair is longer and healthier, my skin has softened, and I’ve slowly shifted my wardrobe to more feminine cuts. I’ve also started wearing subtle perfumes—something floral and sweet—and paying closer attention to how I present myself. And lately, I’ve noticed something strange: glances. Not just quick, passing looks, but the kind where someone’s eyes linger just a second too long when I walk by. At first, I thought I was imagining it, but it keeps happening—on the street, in the office, even at the grocery store. It’s not aggressive or creepy (yet), but it’s enough to make me hyper-aware of my own body in a way I never was before.

The real surprise, though, has been at work. A few coworkers—some openly straight, some queer—have started sliding into my DMs. At first, it was just friendly chats, but lately, the tone has shifted. One keeps "jokingly" inviting me over for drinks. Another has made comments about my figure, saying things like, "You’ve really changed, in a good way." And then there’s the guy who outright asked if I wanted to "hang out" at his place, with a heavy emphasis on how comfortable his bed is.

Part of me wants to take it as validation—like,"Okay, maybe I am passing enough to be seen as desirable." But another part wonders if I’m reading too much into it. Maybe they’re just being friendly (though the bed comment feels… not friendly). Or maybe they see me as some kind of experiment. Has anyone else gone through this? How do you tell the difference between genuine attraction and fetishization? And honestly… how do you even handle this kind of attention when you’re not used to it?
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Part of me wants to take it as validation—like,"Okay, maybe I am passing enough to be seen as desirable." But another part wonders if I’m reading too much into it.
Selfie from six months ago:
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Doesn't definitely pass for either sex.
An uncanny valley / wax museum vibe in this pic.
 

“Is that something I just gotta live with now? An ugly, horribly useless, smelly fake coochie?”

That is what you signed up for. So, uh… yeah?

The talk about how much he wants “licking” down there made my face wrinkle. The only licking this guy deserves is with a whip for giving me war flashbacks from seeing some photos Kevin Gibes had of another Tranch member going down on his OG amhole. That peaked me harder than I already was.
 
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That is what you signed up for. So, uh… yeah?
He did sign up for it, but the buck stops with the surgeon.

If a man offered me $30,000 to cut off his arm, the only moral choice is for me to refuse, notwithstanding that someone else will cut off his arm without qualms.

Trans people are the directors of their own destruction. But like a Hollywood movie, that director has to have a script, actors, and producers that enable the entire affair. This man was failed by everyone, starting with himself.
 
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