Transgender Transit Humor

Summary

Emma Holiday, a transgender woman, shares a humorous anecdote about an unexpected interaction during her transition journey, which highlights the complexities of gender perception and identity.

Abstract

In an amusing turn of events, Emma Holiday, who is transitioning and has been on HRT for four years, recounts a road rage incident in NYC where she was inadvertently complimented on her breasts by another driver. This interaction, which occurred during a moment of frustration, brought her unexpected joy as it affirmed her femininity, which she had been concerned about hiding to maintain a male appearance for another year. The article reflects on the sensitivity of nipples, the science of bra sizing, and the irony of being noticed for her feminine attributes in a context where she least expected it. The piece concludes with Holiday expressing gratitude for the recognition and the positive impact it had on her day, despite the aggressive nature of the encounter.

Opinions

Emma Holiday views her transition with humor and resilience, as evidenced by her reaction to the road rage incident.
She expresses a sense of accomplishment and validation in her femininity, as the incident marked the first time someone acknowledged her breasts.
Holiday acknowledges the loneliness of being transgender and the importance of sharing experiences to connect with others in the trans community.
She emphasizes the desire for understanding and acceptance from cisgender individuals, advocating for normalcy in the treatment of transgender people.
The article suggests that societal expectations and gender norms influence how and when transgender individuals are perceived, which can be both a source of concern and unexpected joy.

Hey, eyes up here!

In the theme of the more humorous moments in my transition, I think I was technically, sexually verbally abused yesterday.

Let me explain.

I am a transgender female. I have been on HRT for about four years. In that time my chest, I guess officially my breasts have grown 4 1/2 inches greater than my band. In bra science, band is the measurement under your breasts by wrapping a tape measure around your body. You then run the tape measure around your body over your nipples. If the tape measure is cold, be prepared to jump in response. Nipples are amazing sensitive, mine in particular, which normally is very exciting. You then compared the two measurements to arrive at your bust size. (That’s it for bra science from me. Go google it on your own.)

Officially I have a 38DD cup.

I worried earlier this year how was I going to hide them, particularly in the summer. I need to be stealthily male for another year. Well, I just got through the summer, beach and all with absolutely no comments from the many friends who have no problem speaking their mind. To be fair, I always wore a t-shirt but really, no one noticed.

I have chalked it up to, “Who looks at a guy’s chest? It’s not sexy.”

Yesterday I was driving home from a meeting. It was classic NYC rush hour traffic, regardless of the pandemic. I am a native New Yorker which means I tolerate no idiots. In a typical moment of stupid drivers and no patience, I saw a guy try to use the bike lane to squeeze past everyone. As he got close to my rear right bumper I squeezed the bike lane. He was still able to get up to my passenger window. In another classic NYC road rage move, he rolled down his window and started to curse at me.

Of course, I obliged him. I rolled down my window and we exchanged language only two Brooklyn guys can do. Obviously, I can’t share them here but as our light turned green he yelled his final shot at me: “NICE TITS!!!”

It took me a second to register what he said and that he was talking to me. I looked down and realized that the chest seat belt stretched across my breasts, clearly defining them against the belt. I laughed out loud for the next block and smiled ear-to-ear all the way home. I may have even blushed.

He didn’t realize that he truly made my day!

Someone finally noticed.

Emma Holiday

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My writing has three specific goals:

1. Writing is my therapy. I have a very limited outlet for my thoughts so I write to find a way to process the most profound experience in my life. I need to understand and I need to accept myself to move forward.

2. Being transgender, for me, is a very lonely existence and if I can share some of the things that I feel and think as I go through the process of transitioning with others who are transgender and, in some way, lessen their pain and sense of loneliness, then all of this public exposure of my personal thoughts is not a waste.

3. I write to help cisgender people understand that all trans people want is to be simply understood, accepted and treated as a normal person. We are.

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