A moment of perfect passing

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So, my birthday was last week. I had been hoping to maybe get cash as presents from people, enough to get an IPL treatment, but fell well short; we're all pretty skint lately with all the moving and such, so I was neither suprised nor overly dissapointed. So, instead, I used some of what I /did/ get to get a lex wax. I've wanted to do this for a while, I like smooth legs and, really, hairy legs don't help on the passing front. I got done from just above the knee, down to my ankle; I don't have hairy ankles or feet, so we decided it wasn't worth the time.

So she starts doing her thing, spreading on the wax, and chatting to relax me. Talked about moving, about kids, so on, she asked how old my kids were, their names, gave the obligitory compliment on Rhiannon's name (People love her name. I love her name. There's a reason we picked it. :) ).

Then, she notices when she is almost done my first leg, that I don't really seem worried by the pain. She knows it's my first time getting my legs waxed professionally (Rosie did it at home once), and so she was commenting on that. What did she say? Something along the lines of "Well, after having two kids, I guess this is nothing."

I cannot even begin to describe how cool that felt. I felt no urge at all to clarify that Rosie had had the kids, not me. This person, talking with me, hearing my masculine voice, taking the hair off my masculine legs, never once seemed to even think I might be less than normal, or even not born a girl. I rode that high for most of the weekend. :)