Office based Debbie

• Posted by Deborah Taylor March 19, 2014 #  #work place  #working as a girl  1,245 views
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  For a long time, whenever I worked from home I would do so as Debbie. However, work place rules changed and it became harder to work from home. This coupled with my kids getting older has meant that I've lost a lot of time I would have had as Debbie. The only way I was going to get enough time to stay sane was to integrate Debbie into my male life.

  In another blog I explained how I came out at my work's Christmas Do, and told them I was trans. This was made more obvious by the dress I was wearing at the time.

  Since then, I have been on a couple of evenings out, and been Debbie both times.

  My work-mates were very accepting. My profile picture on the company intranet was allowed to be changed to the image from my Christmas Do. For the past couple of weeks, I'd been getting encouragement to come to work as Debbie from colleagues and friends.

  So on Monday, *I* went to work. Not him. For too long, he's done all the work while I've gone off and partied. It's time to redress (intentional pun) the balance. I'll do the work (and the partying) and he can do the dad role.

  I don't know whether to be happy or aggrieved, but I was treated like Debbie had been coming in for weeks. No comments, no backward glances. On the first day, coming back from the photocopier, I met the CEO. He smiled and said 'Good morning'. The director of my division spoke at length to me, about a work issue, and my immediate line manager made no comment either. It was almost as if they'd been expecting it!

  A new employee who's been with us only a couple of months looked a bit nonplussed, not because I was in female attire, but because it appeared that NOBODY had noticed.

  I had to interview a potential new employee on Tuesday, I wasn't asked to come in male mode, but I decided it would be appropriate, but when Wednesday rolled round (today), I was back. As the weather was nice, I wore a skirt.

  

  To say this has been an eye-opener would be an understatement. The paranoid pixie on my shoulder has been whispering that everybody is talking behind my back, but according to a friend - they haven't! Debbie has integrated into the work place without a murmur, and it's made me very happy.

  We're going bowling after work tomorrow for a leaving do, the person leaving asked if Debbie was coming, which I am. Maybe people will mention it there. But I somehow doubt it.

  There has been a couple of comments: Somebody said I seemed much less argumentative of late, and some people have said they like Debbie more! I must make an awful man!

  Today I walked through Altrincham, as I had an appointment. No comments, no backward glances, no beeping of horns. I feel awesome.

  It's very liberating to be able to be yourself among your peers.

  You will never know if you can reach your dreams, unless you try and grasp them.