Morning coffee chat, any topic:

[Dudewithboobs]

Just, I can’t understand how this facility isn’t teetering on the line of honest discrimination/abuse. If they continue to be this way have you thought of filing a complaint with actual authorities? 

[Justagirl💃]

Just, I can’t understand how this facility isn’t teetering on the line of honest discrimination/abuse. If they continue to be this way have you thought of filing a complaint with actual authorities?

I'll have to see where the meeting with the doctor this morning goes. He won't make his second decision until he has a word with me.

I can just imagine where the conversation will lead considering that I called them out on their own ruling, that pantyhose are not medical devices. Their supplier that provides the compression socks also have medical grade compression pantyhose.

They are still quite adamant in the fact that I must be recognized as male regardless of being intersex. I started the program in boy mode and must continue this program in boy mode. Anything else is against company policy and their religious compass.

Strange enough at the dentist's office yesterday, wearing my hair in a ponytail, baseball cap, t-shirt, and jeans, a lady in the waiting room sparked up a conversation with me referring to me as she/her. Even dressed androgynous I don't pass in boy mode. 

[Justagirl💃]

Another one:

[Justagirl💃]

Just, I can’t understand how this facility isn’t teetering on the line of honest discrimination/abuse. If they continue to be this way have you thought of filing a complaint with actual authorities?

I'll have to see where the meeting with the doctor this morning goes. He won't make his second decision until he has a word with me.

I can just imagine where the conversation will lead considering that I called them out on their own ruling, that pantyhose are not medical devices. Their supplier that provides the compression socks also have medical grade compression pantyhose.

They are still quite adamant in the fact that I must be recognized as male regardless of being intersex. I started the program in boy mode and must continue this program in boy mode. Anything else is against company policy and their religious compass.

Strange enough at the dentist's office yesterday, wearing my hair in a ponytail, baseball cap, t-shirt, and jeans, a lady in the waiting room sparked up a conversation with me referring to me as she/her. Even dressed androgynous I don't pass in boy mode.

They finally approved my compression pantyhose after finding out their supplier carries medical unisex varieties. 

[Parity]

It's just crazy to me it had to go that far.

  Glad you got that settled and in your favor.  

[Justagirl💃]

AI embellished:

“The Lavender Afternoon”

Friday mornings had a certain magic to them—the kind of quiet promise that whispered of soft fabrics, spontaneous laughter, and maybe, just maybe, a new favorite outfit. That morning, I took my time, savoring the ritual. My makeup was flawless, each brushstroke a small act of self-love. My outfit? Cute and confident. My hair framed my face just the way I liked it, like a finishing touch on a well-composed painting.

As I waited for the bus, the cool breeze danced playfully around me. I clutched my tote with the kind of anticipation only a weekend shopping trip could bring. When I finally arrived at the mall, the food court greeted me with its familiar, comforting aroma. I treated myself to a quick bite, my heart already tugging me toward my favorite stop—Torrid.

Walking into the store felt like stepping into a second home. The soft lighting, the curated colors, and most importantly, the warm smiles of the salesgirls—who recognized me right away—wrapped around me like a hug. “Hey, girl! Back again?” one of them chimed with a playful grin.

I beamed. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

I wandered through the racks, fingers skimming over fabrics, hunting for treasures under $50. There was something soothing about the search—each hanger a possibility, each price tag a tiny thrill. Then came the mention—“Our bras are on sale today.” My eyes lit up. Like a siren’s call, the $25 rack pulled me in, and there, nestled like a hidden gem, was the bra. Lavender. Lace. Push-up. It was elegant, soft to the touch, and undeniably me. Into the pile it went.

Next, the clearance slacks called to me. I sifted through bold florals and practical blacks until a pair of beige slacks caught my eye—simple, but with just enough style to feel special. As I held them up to the mirror, I could already picture a hundred ways to wear them.

Time drifted by in laughter and conversations with the girls, who were full of stories and compliments. Two and a half hours later, I walked out of Torrid with my finds and a sense of lightness. Not just from the shopping bags on my arm—but from the joy of a day spent feeling good, being seen, and treating myself with kindness.

As I boarded the bus home, the sun dipped low, casting a golden hue over the seats. I leaned back with a content sigh, the lavender bra tucked safely away—a small reminder that some days, happiness really is just a sale away.

[Parity]

Sounds like you had a great day.  Being around people that see you for who you are. Not asking for changes on your part.  You being you,  very nice.