There is a game I've been playing on my Murderapolis walks which I call "Man, or Woman?" At the bug out house, it's easy: the men have masculine gaits, ruddy thicker looking skin, actual muscle mass, and a variety of other traits which makes them easy to pick out.

But in the cities, the "men" move like women-- pronounced hip movements, with their palms out-- and even dress in extra tight pants and shirts. Sometimes they are riding little bicycles, with dorky helmets, like small children.

Even with frontal looks, like when a pair of people are walking towards me, it's difficult to tell until I get very close: pointy chins, pudgy skin, narrow faces, and the prevalence of lesbian-like buzz cuts among the women means that the two sexes are almost indiscernible in metropolitan areas.

If T levels continue like this, I won't be at all surprised to see "men" sporting actual breasts in the next ten years.