on the flip side of it, what would you do if you believe you saw a male going into a female toilet? you would react the same way a little, no? I've seen that once, in Vegas. There was a man, wearing make-up and a dress, crying over the sink. He had mascara running everywhere. My daughter was with me; she asked if he was okay. He just said something like, 'Thanks sweetie, I'm fine'. End of story. I wasn't scared, that never even entered my head. Nor did I think to ask him to leave, or ask him why he's there. He was wearing a dress, clearly he felt he belonged there, and he wasn't hurting anybody. If anything, he was the one who was hurting. If they're just using the bathroom, what's it to me? A different scenario, one that would probably scare me: If a guy looked manly and threatening, and followed me into the bathroom. That hasn't happened, though I imagine if it did, I would just wait til he left. Or use the now-empty men's room; if he follows me back out, his intentions are clear. Or talk to an employee, see if they have a janitor or something to go in with me. Or stay on the phone while I'm in there (haha weird, but you know, better than killed in a bathroom!) What I wouldn't do, is confront the person, like that man did. That would be putting my safety at additional risk, for no real gain. At best, he leaves and... I still go to the bathroom, except now maybe scared of an ambush. At worst, ew, I'm about as threatening as a dishrag, & just as likely to get wiped. I've been followed nearly home from a *grocery store*. It started with a man behind me, whispering and mumbling, while I was shopping. After I left the store, I could hear him behind me still. I saw some cops in the parking lot. We had a brief conversation, in which they told me they couldn't do much, but they could detain him for a few. They also advised me to hurry home, and to not be out at night in that part of town. They did stop him, I could hear it happening even if I couldn't make out what was going on (being that I took full advantage of the opportunity these nice officers gave me, I owe them thanks for all time, and expressed it by not being a body they had to pick up in the morning ie I started running for my life). I could hear his footsteps behind me, not too long after, and I can't tell how close he got before I got to my door, because to look over my shoulder meant slowing down, and that meant getting caught. I think of that, I think of a lot of things I have experienced or witnessed, and the bathroom bit seems like such a petty concern. I've been in more danger walking a couple blocks home from the grocery than I have being in the bathroom with a man in a dress.