Probably what made me think you looked like Gunga Din, except for the rose.
“If you can’t tell the difference, it doesn’t make a difference.” — Another Bobism
And the pale complexion.
My fellow-worker in Archery, Miz Guinevere, has red hair to her waist, but she was wearing her husband's pants, the same ugly t-shirt, and a straw hat without a big red rose.
We always change our gender for Scout camp. Why, a couple of years ago, I found that a blouse I'd taken from the women's rack at The Salvation Army was actually a man's shirt. I used to re-donate my camp shirts, but I found I really liked the pink and white one I bought last year, so I kept it.