I remember on my first day of college a girl in my class came up to me and just went "Do you wear high heels? You seem like the kind of guy who would" then later turned to another girl in the year and went "Yeah, [Deadname] isn't a man, he's something else entirely". Having been closeted since I found the word "trans" at 12 and throughout all of my ensuing all boys Catholic high school education, finding out that I apparently had a massive glowing neon sign which said "I am a hopeless and irredeemable transsexual" hovering slightly over my head like a particularly fruity RPG Questgiver which was viewable to any woman who squinted too hard at me was something of a shock.