Today some random kid asked me if I was a boy. I politely but firmly told him I was a girl, but it was a reminder that I don’t seamlessly “pass.” That’s hard for me, because I want to be seen as a woman, full stop.
However, I can be simultaneously visibly trans AND attractive AND feminine. I could spend a bunch more money and expend boundless effort chasing that horizon goal of passing perfectly… but for what? To conform? I like me. I have awesome friends and partners. My family loves me. Lots of people find me attractive and interesting and kind–hearted.
It ain’t bad being me :)
Side point: I have a cisgendered women-friends who’ve been asked if they’re boys by children. Sometimes kids just be kids.