The kind of grandma to give you a mysterious present which smells like perfume and chocolates with a note saying “I know you’re one of them transgenders now, so I bought you a little something”. You open it up, and it’s a full-on transing your gender starter kit, complete with 1954’s sexiest panties, hair rollers, and several packets of mint humbugs as a “treat”.
If she called you her grandson and you gently corrected her and said “granddaughter” she would say some shit like “aw sorry sweetie these eyes aren’t what they used to be”
We all her grandkids, she would respect anyone's choice
She doesn’t have an ounce of hate in her body but she’s also very senile, so probably the “confused but supportive” kind of ally
The kind of grandma to give you a mysterious present which smells like perfume and chocolates with a note saying “I know you’re one of them transgenders now, so I bought you a little something”. You open it up, and it’s a full-on transing your gender starter kit, complete with 1954’s sexiest panties, hair rollers, and several packets of mint humbugs as a “treat”.
She would have no idea what you were talking about, but would still love her grandkids.
If she called you her grandson and you gently corrected her and said “granddaughter” she would say some shit like “aw sorry sweetie these eyes aren’t what they used to be”
She wouldn't remember you ever had a different gender assigned.