I was watching TV with my wife when someone rang the door. Being the morning, I hadn't shaved yet, had no makeup, etc, although I was wearing a female T-shirt and jeans. But nothing particularly gendered.
But, what the heck, I'll get the door. It's my house after all. It was a politician who looked at me, looked at his list of names, looked at me, looked at his list of names, and just looked really, really confused. I know he was there for me, not my wife, but he never said my name once - I think he really couldn't figure out if I was the (female) on his list or not. Oh, and no "sir" or "mister" either - which is awesome considering there was definitely some stubble.
I felt so good afterwards that I'm no longer appearing 100% male to everyone. Maybe I'm starting to look like the person I am.