I heard a bus person at the buffet the other day say she had been at another place as a cashier for 14 years.
I called her over to our table and asked her if she remembered me. That I used to go there nearly every night with Jane, who was well known there, and stay from 10pm to 3 or 4 am munching and talking. She said she was trying to remember me.
Then I dropped a bomb. I quietly said: "I was a guy then." The look of disbelief on her face was priceless, wish I had a picture of it. After she got over the shock (and it was!) she said: "Then that was you?" and I said: "Yes it was me with Jane."
So we entered into a small discussion, and her first question to me was: "Are you happy?" of course I told her I was very happy. Actually since my transition I have never been happier. I later called her over and told her that I did not let many people know about that. I think she knew to keep it to herself.
Earlier downstairs with my SO who, due to Marfan's, even with long hair and a skirt and blouse sometimes is taken for a guy in a dress, and by association it rubs off on me; we were passing a girl not sure if she was with another girl or a guy right now,and she said: "Ohh two guys and they are really pretty!" And I could tell she meant that sincerely in a flattering way. I stood there for a second then said simply: "I am NOT a guy!" My SO said nothing and she still has M on her ID, much to my chagrin.