Not stupid, but weird...

I told my T how I hate being mistaken for a boy. She said she didn't understand this. I reacted in a not-believing-way... because it happens all the time, you know.
Afterwards, she said 'Well, I actually think you look pretty' (as if to say... 'pretty, but maybe like a boy, yes', right? ). I didn't really react to that either (hate receiving compliments and don't believe them anyway).
Then she said 'Well, you know, there's pretty boys out there too'. I guess now I'm officially classified as a boy by my T.