"Um, actually, it's ma'am," you say, folding your arms at your chest. Sure, you were never particularly buxom or curvy or whatnot, but you never considered yourself masculine-looking.
You wait for a response, but one never comes. You're not even sure where the sales clerk has gotten off to. With a shrug of your shoulders, you move along, checking out the clothing in your sizes.
Immediately, they strike you as odd. You're not sure why, though. They look normal enough. But something about them is telling you that this isn't exactly right. There's something very off about this whole place. You just can't tell what. Maybe it's just the fact that you're completely alone in here. You've never been in such a desolate, empty department store. You can't even see any associates or check-out lane. Where is the check-out counter?
There seems to be sections for everything. There's the typical casual section, a swimwear section, plus-sized section, outdoor sports section, a section that seems to be geared towards rural work, and even one more suited for exotic adventuring.
So what are you going to check out?