I’m a 27-year-old trans girl. This morning I was taking it easy in my bedroom. It seemed to be a typical morning like any other.
Our bathroom has been under renovations for a while, and my father decided to hire the same man who did the flooring in my bedroom last year. I had a hunch that the man I hired had a thing for me, but I wasn’t 100% certain, so I never pursued it.
I was in my pajamas, walking around the house getting breakfast, and then was ready to settle in my bed to watch some tv. My father left to get some items they needed for the job.
Watching tv in bed, when I heard a knock at my bedroom door, I opened it, and it was the man working in the bathroom. He casually asked me how my flooring in my room was and if I was happy with it. I let him know how much I liked it and thanked him.