One of my favorite things to do is to shop with my dad. We have similar tastes and sometimes shop for the same events.
One of the most strange things about shopping with my dad is that no ‘Pretty Woman’ shaming has acured. It isn’t that I really want people to be rude to us, I just think it would be cool to have the moment when we can come back in all our gorgeous glory and say were not shopping here. Now my dad is out full time we could have come back to someone now and say Big Mistake. Big. Huge!
However before my dad made headlines we shopped for dresses and shoes and whatever we wanted because people are just not assholes. I am sure some are, but for the most part people treat my dad with respect. We walk into the malls and women come over and start us a dressing room. They fetch us a new size. They recommend a different color.
Not only that but when we go shopping we get the first class treatment. People love dad. They talk to her more, bend over backwards and are happy if she is happy and always always remember us.
A lot of that has to do with the fact that she is so nice. She is so open about being trans if people are shy, she will make a little joke about it and suddenly they are no longer shy. She is appreciative and generally has the look of a little girl who gets to play in a toy shop. The sensation of being a woman now has not worn off to a normal occurrence. On the contrary she will suddenly stop and ask me “Isn’t this cool?”. When you feel like that everyone feels it too. She radiates contentment with life and clearly loves the perks of being a woman. How can you not love that?
