imagine being the lady in the stall next to the person using the magic cone:
Somebody walks in wearing a pair of sensible pumps,
unzips their pants which fall around their ankles,
hears urine falling from an unusually high distance,
peeks out of the stall to see a woman walking to the sink,
runs back to her mates and whispers loudly, "there's a she-male in the building."
hehehe
