I stopped at a nail place I don't normally use to get a fill today. While the teenager who was removing the old polish from my nails did his thing, his little brother started asking me questions about why I looked the way I did. He was clearly confused and while I do my best to blend in, up close I am what I am.
He eventually figured out that I was a man and decided he needed to yell that. Then he started stomping around yelling "that's so wrong" over and over. His brother, and I presume his mother, eventually stopped him, but it was a strange experience.
His mother rushed through getting my nails done and did an OK job. I figured there really wasnt any point in complaining about his behavior; his whole family knew it was innappropriate and eventually dealt with him. The little kid was maning the register when I paid and wouldn't make eye contact; I have a feeling he wont have a positive view of the CD/TG community anytime soon.
FWIW, I was appropriately dressed for a 90 degree humid day; shorts, polo shirt, forms, wig and day makeup. Other than dirty look from the clerk at CVS at the end of the day, the rest of my errands were uneventful, with clothing store assocites just calling me ma'am, and people holding doors for me and such.
At 6'4" and not slim, I tend to stand out. But people rarely seem to care.