Tonight at the store, you walked onto the aisle that my, only slightly tolerant, wife was on. My wife's radar turned on that you might be a crossdresser. When you stood behind her, it freaked her out. When she finally found the peanut butter and put it in her cart, she looked you in the eye. You walked immediately away. But the effect was done. You had creeped her out pretty badly. She said that the rest of the night she was uneasy.
By the way, she said you were too perfect. Your hair, your makeup, and your clothes were too good for 9PM at the grocery store. Your makeup was like a doll, she said. By that, she meant that it was too perfectly done. She said that your walk gave you away. You legs and shoulders were give-aways too.
My wife said that if you had walked past her it would not have bothered her. It was how you stood right behind her facing the same way as her that made her uncomfortable.
Congratulations on having an outing. Beware being too close to strangers without at least saying, "Hi" or "Excuse me". Thank you for allowing my wife and I to have an interesting conversation about crossdressing.