Curiosity

It’s funny how things work in reverse.

Just the other day, I was remarking about being almost universally perceived as female, even in guy mode.

Well, yesterday, I went shopping as Janie – maybe not full makeup, but lipstick and jewellery and girl clothes – and wouldn’t you know it, I am suddenly an interesting curiosity…img_8441aThe sales people at Charlotte Russe were lovely to me, and I spent hours trying on everything in the store… bought half the stuff too, including everything I’m wearing in the photo at right (‘cept the shoes)!

But, while I was sitting on a chair for a rest,  there was a youngish couple and their children who simply could not resist sneaking several “surreptitious” peaks at me without my noticing.

…subtle as a hammer…

I also noticed a few others on the street double-checking what they thought they had seen.

Now it may be that I am such a striking beauty that people can’t help but gawk, but I’m putting my money on “Seriously, is that a man wearing that dress?”

As I have remarked many times, I don’t really care, as long as no one is cruel to me.  In fact, I am perfectly happy shaking people up a bit.

And “passing” isn’t everything.  I’d much prefer to have someone “read” me and be attracted or fascinated by my special nature.

Wouldn’t you?