This reminds me of when I was 16 and while at work this older gentleman called me "miss."
Little different experience for me then. I had longer hair (but not because I wanted to be a girl... *denial*). I did turn around and give the guy an annoyed look, and he was embarrassed.
On the outside I was all righteous indignation - I was a "guy" after all. But somewhere deep down inside, away from fear, away from guilt, there was a part of me that thought "really? I could pass as a girl? hmmmmmmmm

"
It would be nice to have that kind of experience now, knowing myself better.