I saw one out in the open today
we live in West Yorks and drove out to our nearest farm shop. Seeing him from behind, over 6 foot, broad back, built like a 'brick tit house' (Yorkshire saying) wearing mens sandals, generic shorts, a tight fitting tshirt and baseball cap with a few straggly strands hanging down. Not until he turned round that I saw the 'boobs'
Walked like a bloke, sounded like a bloke, was a bloke apart from the 'boobs'. He wasn't really making an attempt to 'pass'. He even had a very in depth convo with the poor young butcher about how he slow cooks his meat to make it juicy and tender
whilst holding the que up for the rest of us and wittering on about how he lived in the US for many years and how they cook their meat. Its a rare occurrence round these parts but I suppose we all better get used to this new norm 
Eta he was in his late 60s - early 70s
Eta he was in his late 60s - early 70s
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