wtf why is it so weird to be a transsexual vol I

in 5 parts:

• k so I call the admissions office at the graduate school I will be attending in the fall to ask how much money I need to send them for my application fee. The man on the other end of the phone asks what my name is and I say "Well, the name I was admitted under is [birth name]." He acts flustered for a moment and then proceeds to refer to me, using my birth name, in the third person (with feminine pronouns) for the rest of the conversation. He seems to have concluded that the only conceivable explanation is I am calling on behalf of someone else.

• Some time ago, I went to the bank to change the name on my bank account. Upon presenting my name change order to the teller, she puzzles over it for a moment and then asks me how my old name is pronounced. My former name is probably in the top 5 most basic, unmistakable anglo-girl names ever invented. So I tell her and she smiles in a vaguely confused way and says, "Oh, well I guess you get asked that a lot."

• Since beginning man 'mone therapy a while ago, I find a nigh-omnipresent collection of lint in my belly button. No matter how frequently my girlfriend extracts it, it is always there. This never happened before; I can only guess that perhaps there are now hairs present that are trapping the lint inside my belly button?

• At the behest of my better half, I finally get around to going to the doctor-who-must-not-be-named. The doctor acts REALLY INCREDIBLY apologetic and guilty the entire time, like it's her fault I'm there, which I find to be oddly gratifying. She also acts terrified of offending me when she asks if I sleep with men (this is at an LGBT clinic).

• Women who read my blog are probably already aware that random men on the street often feel entitled to make unsolicited comments at people they do not know. If you are a gender nonconforming gay man or lesbian, perhaps those you pass by have called you a fag or a dyke. Or perhaps they have endeavored to strike up a dialogue about whether you are a man or a woman. However, if you are a white FTM who wears glasses, street hecklers will only call you one thing: HARRY POTTER.