Thank you to Beywriter, Taco (lol!), Annika Preminyer, zekesbabe, OnlyNotReally, ray-tiger-cat, WhisperingNights, Beeku, StZen and Lamanth for your reviews!
Sorry for the slightly late update - went to my grandparents yesterday then had to do homework when I got home, then our Internet died ... but it's here now!
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
Put like that, it almost sounds funny, doesn't it? Well, it's not. It's degrading and humiliating. I was nearly arrested once; a particular bastard put more faith in a women's accusation of spying on her than in my protestations that I couldn't help it if I looked like both and neither!
That's me. Both, and neither. The public know me as Oliver, the famous French, chef, artist, and beyblader. Most refuse to see me as Olivia, the women in every way that counts and a mind finally in the right body.
I was feminine in appearance and behaviour before I had the operations to physically change me (how else could I cope?) but I was still a male. That's how people who knew me before see me still; a feminine male. Someone who should use the men's facilities. And get leered at by the men? No, thank you.
I'm really getting quite fed up of having to prove to every woman who knows me as Oliver that I'm Olivia, that I am exactly the same as they are - I just didn't start out with the correct genitals. Proving it to security guards isn't even a joke anymore.
I need to get away from France. Go somewhere where nobody knows what I was, so people can finally get to know Olivia as I am now and should always have been.
I think I handled this ok. It's a tricky one.
Review? I love everyone, by the way, so many reviews! (hugs all round)
xIlbx