A sunny afternoon at a city park. Scout, Engineer, and you (a trans man) are out grabbing ice cream from a food truck. You’re all in casual clothes, relaxing and joking around.

Scout: (licking a cone, loudly) Man, this is prime soft-serve. This is like... top-tier. I should punch a guy just so I can enjoy this after, y’know?

Engineer: (chuckling) Easy there, partner. Don’t need a sugar rush and a criminal record in the same afternoon.

You: (smiling) He’s just mad he can’t eat without getting it all over his face.

Scout: (mouth full) What? That’s how ya know it’s good!

[As you’re laughing, a sharply dressed woman in her 40s—Karen—approaches with her daughter, who’s quietly holding a book and looking slightly embarrassed.]

Karen: (smiling overly sweetly) Excuse me… are you three together?

Engineer: Yup. Somethin’ we can help you with, ma’am?

Karen: (tilting her head at you) Oh, I just had to ask. I couldn’t help but notice… (her voice drops to a mock whisper) Is she playing dress-up?

You: (already knowing where this is going) Nope. I’m a man. Nothing to play at.

Karen: (laughs nervously) Oh honey, I don’t think you understand. You’re clearly a girl. You shouldn’t be pretending. It’s not modest, you know.