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Going to the restroom for a trans woman can be so anxiety inducing. I know for me it can be anyway. All I wanna do is get in and get out without any issues, hassles or problems.

But I had something happen while I was at lunch with my mother in-law that was rather affirming as a woman. It’s the opposite of what I’ve imagined could happen to me going to the women’s restroom.

I was washing my hands when a woman about my age came out of the other stall. She looked at me, straight in the face and asked if I could zip up the back of her dress. She didn’t even wait for a response. She just turned around and pulled up her hair. Then said, “It’s so hard to do this by yourself. So much easier when you have help. Thanks.”

She didn’t see me as a predator. Didn’t see me as someone who shouldn’t be in there. She saw me as another woman who simply would understand the need to have help zipping up the back of her dress.

I almost started crying.

I, a trans girl, went into the women’s restroom and nothing happened, except for another woman asked for my help.

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