Personally, if I am cross dressing, and especially if I think I did a really good job, and someone calls me 'Chase' instead of 'Chastity', or, worse yet, calls me he or him, or, worst of all, calls me man (not as in "Hey, man, what's up?" Although I don't like that, I mean if I am described as "young, white man") then a small nuclear bomb goes off in my head, filling me with a potent mix of embarrassment, pure rage, confusion, and thoughts of a painless and quick suicide.
