Luckily in the periods I transitioned I have only had two incidents at being "outed" in public. Both in the United Kingdom. One was in Exeter crossing the street on a pelican crossing on route to my beautician and the second time in Oxford Street.
I think the first was the worse. As I was crossing the road, I got caught in a huge gust of wind, there were two young men in a car stopped at the crossing to let me cross, and I started over in my heels in a green shirt dress and leggings (I think I was en route for a full leg and bikini leg wag and IPL on my back) so comfortably dressed for the session, anyway back to the story, the wind caught me in the face and lifted my wig off my head. It was tres tres (as the French say) embarrassing. I actually cried with embarrassment. The boys shouted, hooted their horns etc. Just Gross!!. Luclkily my beautician was right opposite the crossing and I dashed in, the girls were very good when I explained what happened. My therapist gave me a kiss on the cheek telling me I looked wonderful and gave me a cup of tea..
The second time was I was waiting at a bus stop outside Selfridges in Oxford Street. I had just had a wonderful make over by a Beauty Saleswoman at the Dior Cosmetics counter in Selfridges and felt a million dollars. Sheer pantiie hose, pink open toe 3.5" heels and a floral A line dress with me with bare shoulders and arms. I felt a million dollars. Anyway I was waiting fr a bus back to Tower Hamlets as I was up in London meeting friends that night in the Way Out Club and standing at the bus stop, this scruffy rumanian/gypsy boy was begging at the stop. Something about me twigged and he started shouting this is a man, this a man at the top of his voice,
I turned said to him you silly boy, look I have no adam apple pointing at my throat and made a bee line for Bond Street Tube station as quick as I could get across the road. What relief to be lost in the crowd. Oh I remember one thing, my feet hurt like hell from those heels. I should have worn my wedges that day.