Many years ago, long before it was in vogue to even acknowledge that gender realignment could be achieved, I sat next to a young woman on flight somewhere in the states. It�s too long ago for me to remember where I was flying, but I vividly recall the experience.
I tend�no, I prefer not to chat whilst on flights. Typically I have lots to do, or I�m in desperate need of some kip. But this poor soul wouldn�t have registered any of this. She just needed to talk and I don�t think she really cared who it was she was going to talk to.
I recall moving down the aisle and finding my seat. She was already at the window seat. I really didn�t register anything other than the fact her long blonde hair was bright in the light coming from the window.
I don�t think we had backed off the stand before she started talking � she was going to stay with her mother after just having some �major surgery.� She told me where she worked and that she had suffered (her words) for a long time, caught in her personal nightmare.
When you�re strapped into a seat, it really isn�t always the most comfortable thing to do to keep turning your head towards the other person. So my physical acknowledgements of what she was saying were more or less just gestures of politeness. But she caught me off guard. She asked me whether I thought she was pretty. I didn�t hesitate in saying, �I�m sorry, I didn�t pay attention when sitting down.� She immediately responded by saying �I�ve just had the final stages of my gender reassignment.� That did cause me to turn my head. It wasn�t for long � I was gripped with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. But I quickly turned my head back. I remember shaking my magazine slightly as if I were straightening it out to better see the printed words.
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