I have a jawline that doesn’t match what you’d expect, a receding hairline, and very occasionally I fail to shave absolutely perfectly. I have slightly broader shoulders than most women. All things some cis women have to deal with, I might add, which leads to stories like “cis woman assaulted when she tried to use the women’s bathroom”.

Point is - I am legally recognised as a woman. My legal name is a woman’s name. I have tits and a cunt. If you start asking me what my “real name” is, or suggesting to people that I might rape them if we share a bathroom, you’re the one bringing politics into work - I’m complying with the law. I want to be at work less than you do, I don’t have a choice, let me exist.

Being forced to wear men’s clothes, a binder, and be called Kevin would be literally torture - I would die before I did that. It is not at all the same thing as sweatpants or khakis. It’d be blood on your hands.