When I was a teenager (some 50 years ago) my grandmother “scolded” me because I crossed my legs like a girl. Today, I can lift the leg up but I have use my hand to pull it across my other leg (both sides) unless I’m sunk into a couch.
In my 20’s, someone complimented me on my eyelashes, saying it looked like a girl’s eyelashes. When I first started with mascara about a dozen years ago I think I agreed. Now they don’t seem quite as long.
A number of years ago I went out for tea after a tour with a GG friend (she ran a transformation place from her home), her GG friend, her live-in CD domestic and my daughter. Although I was in male mode, I had long hair. I can’t remember if I wore it straight or in a pony tail. The server (a volunteer, an elderly woman) said two different times “I’ll be right with you ladies.” Now my back may have been to her, but she never corrected herself after coming over.