Tell Me Again How Trans Women Are The Danger.

TL;DR: Went for a walk, stopped to pee in the women’s loo, confronted a man who walked in and refused to leave, and another woman stood by me while I dealt with it. Later saw him lurking outside the toilets. Reported it. Security handled it.
Funny how everyone was fine with me... the trans woman... and the only actual problem was the guy in the women’s toilets.

Hi there. Everything I’m about to say matters, so bear with me. It rambles, but it’s all relevant.

So.
I went for a walk today. Three hours, nine miles... just vibing, feeling good. On the way home, I decided to grab some cow juice, lactose-free edition, because my guts hate joy, and something for tea.

Now, after nine miles, a girl’s gotta pee. I’m disabled, so I usually use the accessible stall... but it was occupied. No problem. I’ll use the women’s.

Walk in. Pick a stall. Sit down. Business as usual.

A minute later, another woman comes in and takes the other stall. I finish up, head to the sinks, start washing my hands… and in walks this 6’4” guy with a big beard.

I look at him and say, calm but firm:

“Mate, this is the ladies.”

He stares at me, confused.

“What? I…”

And trails off. Looking back, I think he was scared... but not of the situation, scared because he got caught.

So I repeat:

“The men’s is down the corridor. This is the women’s. You can leave now.”

He hesitates, and then the other woman bursts out of her stall like an angry ferret. (I think she heard “two men talking”... I don’t voice train.)

She looks up and sees me... a 6’ tall, 230 lb muscle momma... and just freezes. Then her eyes drop. She stares straight at my chest for a good three seconds (yes, they’re real, 38DD before you ask), and then you can see the lightbulb go on.

She steps next to me, arms crossed. And the guy? He books it.

We both wash our hands. Only one dryer, so she waits. I smile at her when I leave, and she smiles back... that silent “you’re alright with me” kind of look.

Outside, I see him again. Lurking in the corridor by the toilets, watching people go in. I see him try to follow someone into the single-user disabled toilet. Then he sees me... and turns on his heel real quick.

So I go straight to customer service.

“Hey, I was in the women’s, washing my hands, and some guy walked in and refused to leave until I confronted him. He’s hanging around watching people go into the toilets.”

The woman behind the desk doesn’t even blink. Just:

“What did he look like?”

I describe him, she radios security, and they go deal with it.
No questions. No side-eye. No “why were you in there?”
Just action.

And that other woman? She stood by me the whole time.

Now here’s the thing.
This morning I was having one of those “crisis of faith” moments.
That “do I really belong here?” kind of spiral.

But during all this, my thoughts were:

“I need to look out for the other women in here.”
“I know I belong here. He clearly doesn’t.”

And that feeling... that instinct... settled something deep.

Before anyone jumps in with excuses:

• There were only two stalls. No “family” hiding in there.
• The signs are pictograms. You don’t need to read English.
• And he ran when confronted.

So yeah. Tell me again, cishet folks... how we’re the ones you need to fear?

(for clarity: I used AI to format this post as I am badly dyslexic, and I didn't want it to waffle on.)