Never Looked For ItI dress daily as a woman and travel around NYC tending to my errands. I ride the subway regularly and have been groped several times. Once I felt a hand on my rear and it just stayed there, squeezing me. And then it, (he?), was gone. Another time the lights went out and I felt a hand on my breast (real) and then "down there". Lights returned and for the life of me I couldn't identify who the culprit was. I pass perfectly as a woman and as the years go by I realize no one would ever recognize me as anything but a woman so when I am groped by a man I take it as an affirmation of my having crossed over successfully to the female side.
Now, on the other hand, how would I feel were I a real woman? I would probaly be incensed, furious, and hoping the bastard falls on the tracks. It's all about perspective.