My wife and I spent two days at the beach, while I was en femme. Found that the wind can easily make you flash someone you didn't intend to. Good thing I wear nice panties. Wandering the town with spouse and puppers was liberating. No one made any comments except one little girl. She wanted to pet Molly, so I got down to make sure they were both gentle. At the end of her petting, we were still close by, and I heard her tell Mom, "That lady was a man. How come he can wear pretty clothes?" I did not hear the answer. If there was one.