You know, one of those priceless moments. I just remembered this one so I had to share.
It was way back in the seventies and society was just starting to get a hint of acceptance for genderists such as myself. I was walking across a parking lot wearing high heel winter boots, a very long flowing dress and prominent breasts. Back then I hadn't figured out how to purchase forms, no internet, so I was doing the water filled punch ball thing. I hadn't even experimented with make up and I didn't own a wig. So there I was, buxomly high heeled female from the neck down but, definitely all boy from the neck up. I walked past a young professional couple walking back to their car and I overheard the man say, "What the hell was that?"
The woman smartly replied, "Oh, I've read a lot about that. It's a man stuck in a woman's body."
Stuck?