The first time I was labelled a boy was when I was spotted with short hair in a coffee shop...
"eh, ah boy uh, sio sio..." - I stared at that simpleton uncle.
There was another time when I was receiving an award for being the best student in one of the modules (luckily it's not that formal and held only in a conference room - so less people there)...
"... this award goes to Mr. So-and-so..."
"Sorry... but I'm a Miss..." (in my mind... "what the fish!")
The lecturer gave a sheepish grin and corrected the mistake...
The immigration white card that was handed to me before my recent trip to Batam has the "male" option ticked...
"Who is the moron who filled it in?"...
Today, I received an email from a nitwit staff who addressed me as Mr. ___ ...
The best part is... she has met me before. So forgetful.
I don't think I'll ever regret spending $140 to add a first name... to make my overall name not only more noble but more feminine as well.
The lazy me has not gone to change my IC... the law allows for 27 days of lazing around and the last (28th) day to execute the legal change.