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Chicagoans see me as a girl, it seems.
I have yet to break out my girl clothes or makeup, I haven’t taken a razor to my face in almost a week, and yet I have been treated almost exclusively as female, whether in a restaurant, or trying on clothes in a department store, or on the street.
…and that suits me just fine!
Though I had no problem looking through the clothes in the women’s section of a certain department store, I really didn’t have the nerve to ask to be let into the women’s change rooms in my then state of appearance. But the sales clerk who came by offering assistance referred to me as ma’am, so I thought I’d give it a shot.
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