I guess more and more since this summer, some people on the street may think I'm female if they don't pay attention, and if I cough (I smoke), or talk to my dog, like just "stay", I noticed that some people around react to that, making me think that up to that moment, they thought I was female. But then they surely notice my other male features. Well the difference in my case is that I don't care to say the least, I totally assume the fact that I'm trans, hybrid, in between, whatever, and I look at them straight in the eye if ever they smile laugh or say: oh or holly something, I look at them straight in the eye and smile, and they usually look away, or either they sustain the exchange and look at my breasts, then my crotch, whatever... I don't care. I know I'm sexy, I can see in their eyes they are puzzled for they do find me a sexy feminine body. It's them having a commotion, not me. So I let them have their commotion, simply assuming the fact that I stand out from the crowd and saying with my eye (if ever they return to that look exchange): am I not sexy? Yep, I'm both, it's cool, you'll get used to it. The real haters may say something or laugh more, but usually not, because there is always, well at least were I live, much more people around who are obviously supportive than haters, and they feel bad, unless they are like two dudes who confort themselves in their hating, but you know what? I don't care and it shows that I'm proud of my legs and tight belly and it defuses any growing conflict, my confidence in myself, that is. It's new, it's only since this summer that I dared going out with my legs that I gained this confidence in myself.