Things have been very quiet lately, and Mandy hasn't been out of the suitcase since January. However, that doesn't stop my daily life in androgynous outfits. My wife ordered two blouses on line, for delivery to the department store in a nearby town. And on one of my visits to the nursing home, she asked me to pick up her purchase.
The last time she asked me to pick up a package for her, she had listed my real name (and husband status) as an authorized party to pick up. This time, she didn't, because she had planned to pick it up. But she gave me a copy of the email announcement that it was ready, and said she hoped they didn't ask for ID. I reminded her that they hadn't the last time, and simply thought I was her. I predicted that it would go well again.
When I got there (wearing stirrup pants, pantyhose, flats, turtleneck tunic and a sweater, with necklace and a bracelet), I handed the email to a 20something clerk, and said (in a softer voice) that I'd like to pick up my order, She went in the back and got the package. She asked me if I wanted a bag, which I did. Then as she put the package in the bag, she told me that she owns both blouses herself. "You'll love them, they work well with your skirts as well as capris and shorts, and the colors will be perfect on you, (insert wife's given name here). But if they don't fit, remember you can always exchange them for the proper size." As I departed, she said "Thanks for shopping with us (insert wife's given name here.)"
Wow...but wait, there's more!
A few minutes later, after a short drive and while standing in the checkout line at the pharmacy (in the same town as Mom's nursing home), a 30-something woman and her approximately10 year old daughter (apparently a Downs syndrome baby) were there. I thought I recognized them from seeing her at the nursing home a couple of times, but didn't give the subject another thought.
She looked up, smiled, and said "Hi, I'm ________'s mother!" She apparently recognized me - but believed it was from seeing me at an exercise facility elsewhere in town. I said that I remembered her from seeing them at the nursing home, and we chatted for a moment.
Then the little girl started to cuddle up to me, which I assured the mom "was not a problem," but her mom corrected her ("you don't cuddle up to other ladies, honey" ) despite additional assurances that I understood. After being corrected, she then got shy and hid behind her mom...but as they departed her daughter turned around and gave me the cutest little wave and smile. I hope I run into them again sometime...
After hearing our discussion, the clerk addressed me as "Ma'am" while she rang up my order...and thanked me for shopping there by using my wife's first name on the store card.
When I told my wife about my experiences, she said she really wasn't surprised, since "that happens quite often nowadays." So I reminded her that she can "pass" as me (remember my given name is now female), it only makes sense for me to be able to "pass" as her. And we both laughed as we concurrently said something to the effect of "as long as they don't ask for our ID!"
It was an unexpected - and very good - day!