When I was in high school there was something called "Powder Puff" where the girls would play a tackle football game and a bunch of guys would come to school dressed in drag and "play" the role of the cheerleaders during the game.

There was this smartass kid that always seemed to be in every class of mine all four years. His mom was a big wig teacher there and was basically the head of the PTA so of course, he could do pretty much whatever he wanted.

Well, the day of the game and he comes to school dressed like a girl. And everyone took their anger out on him that day. And boy, was he embarrassed. Never lived it down. And he deserved it. I remember telling anyone that would listen (and even those who wouldn't) that you would have to put a bullet in my head before I dressed like a girl and wore makeup, etc... I said, "The only way I wear drag is if you kill me and you dress me like that for my funeral".