Call it Karma or Kismet but as I was getting out of my truck and unloading some items I heard my(male) name being called by the woman(widow) across the street and when turning to see, she was approaching me in my driveway with a potted plant and talking the whole time. As we met half way and in full view for all to see, not one inkling from her about what she was thinking as I was dressed in a dress with all the trimmings from head to toe. Now I'm sure she has seen me coming and going but now face to face, the reason this meeting was significant is that her husband had been sick and undergoing a new form of chemo so when he did venture outside I would go over to check in as to how he was doing, no other "men" in the neighborhood would bother with him, not that I know of anyway, I was always in male mode and dress when interacting with him so the family only knew me as male so when she had no adverse reaction to me I was kind of taken aback for a second, I was expecting a million questions and even a laugh or chuckle. Now that I've had time to think maybe her one son who is in the medical profession had given her an education on gender variances after seeing me going in and out. Then as quickly as it had started it was over and she went back to her gardening as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Here is a pic of me as I was and still am dressed.