I've been wearing a kilt for 15 days straight now and today was the first time I got the "What's under the kilt?" question. Oddly enough it came from a man yelling it to me from across a parking lot. I responded with "You'll never know!" but afterward decided I should have yelled back "Same thing that's under your pants, only larger!" There will always be a next time.
In addition, two young ladies at different times said to me "I like your skirt" as I passed them. Both were corrected by the people they were with who informed them it was a "kilt." Honorable mention goes to the girl in the ice cream shop who asked me, "Aren't the purses called 'sporrans'?" I'll give her a few points since she actually knew that and because she fixed me up a delicious peppermint ice cream cone.
I have gained a new respect for women who sit down in skirts without flashing everyone in the room. I still have to master this maneuver. During these next few weeks, if you happen to be in a restaurant or coffee shop when I come in, I apologize in advance.