My mother’s foster brother is a transvestite. She’s.. gosh, late 60s/early 70s now. Had the surgery a few years ago. Nobody knew ’til about 20 yrs ago. HVAC tech. Came to visit a few years ago. Looks like Queen Elizabeth or something. Went from Abe to Alice. Good for her, I say.
Anyway, she pointed out to my mother once, “You know, you’re a crossdresser. You wear jeans, flannel shirt, don’t wear makeup and you wear sneakers”. My mother couldn’t deny it and laughed. Didn’t bother her.