I was misgendered decades ago by a copper doing spot checks. I was on my motorbike wearing a camouflage jacket. I didn't flounce off to report him while insisting he be re-educated. I just answered his questions and went on my way, leaving him scratching his head at the young bloke with a high voice and, possibly on closer inspection, had a pair of breasts.
I was also misgendered when I came out of the Gents after needing a wee. The Ladies had been locked and my ex was outside keeping an eye out for other men wanting to use the toilets. A copper stopped me on the way out and I honestly thought I was going to be in trouble for using the wrong toilets (no such worries for men using the Ladies these days!). Apparently, those toilets had been used by gay men looking for a partner and the copper was going to take my ex and I in for cottaging!
We had a stern talking to and let go when he realised I was a young girl. I bet having short hair and a penchant for army surplus came doesn't get anyone into trouble these days!
I was relieved at the time that the copper never asked why a young teen girl was with a man a decade older and clearly not her dad was doing outside a toilet fairly late in the evening, but that's how the Bradford child sex abusers got away with it, I suppose.
