An hour's worth of ring tone later... I finally get through to someone at the British Consulate! Before my ears started to bleed! YAY!

They basically told me to ignore the fact that my visa said I was a guy because if everything else was right, it shouldn't matter. However, another concern of mine was the fact that the printing job on the visa itself was so misaligned that half a line of information got cut off on the bottom of the sticker. So I was told to fax in a copy of it and that they'd get back to me later today on whether or not anything needs to be done.

At the very least once I finally got through to someone they were friendly and helpful. And it's also at times like this that I'm grateful my apartment provides free copy and fax machines. What would have otherwise have been a complete pain in the ass turned into a quick trip downstairs in my split-toe tabi socks.