That’s a man, baby.
About five years I had a funny encounter in the Carson City, Nevada Walmart. As I walked in the bathroom room I saw an older woman scrubbing some off a little girl’s t-shirt. Next to them was a chunky person in a pink and white shirt and white pedal pushers facing the mirror. . I went into the stall to do my business. I heard the little girl, say repeatedly, “Grandma, there’s a MA-an in the bathroom.” As I walked out of the stall it was evident that the child was correct. There was a middle-age man standing there wearing a mangy looking blonde wig, no make-up, and with very hairy arms and legs.