No reminding everyone within shrieking distance that they're a True & Honest woman with a True & Honest Vagina with all of the problems and perks that come along with being one and having the other every couple of hours every damn day of the week.
Not getting excited and blubbering about being validated in their god-given womanhood and fuckability by cat-calling and sexual harassment.
Actually putting someone's, anyone's, needs and wants ahead of their own for even a moment.
Washing and brushing their goddamn hair, and the plucking of eyebrows in a way that didn't stop being popular 20-30 years ago.
Not accusing someone of literally murdering you if you're taken for being male; if you're actually a laydee, mistaken identity shouldn't be enough to literally kill scores of trannies.
(God how I wish I could sneak a picture of the troons* who forced their way in to my, what was once upon a time a Women's Only residence. One's a half-witted goth clown with a Value Village Hallowe'en wig dyed with possibly Bingo daubers; the other's another poorly dressed... goth, hooker, Juggalo mash-up who rarely even tries to play-act as female. And, true to form, they've definitely not been blessed with either looks or brains. Poor, poor things.)
* It's possible my irritation with them interfered with playing this game correctly. I tried though, I tried.