My Noisy Upstairs Neighbors

So... I just moved into my new apartment a few weeks ago, and ever since then all day every day I have been hearing loud noises from my upstairs neighbors. Not just normal walking-around noise, but loud and heavy bangs, crashes, and poundings against the floor, my ceiling. Not only was the sound annoying, but my room would vibrate from the sensation. I am a very quiet, shy person And hate confrontations, so for a long time I just kept my feelings to myself and tried to cope with It. But after weeks of no sleep, I finally gathered the courage to confront them.

I approached their door quietly and lightly knocked. After it was opened, I struggled to say "Hi, I'm Chrissy, I'm your neighbor right below you," I went on nervously. "I just wanted to talk with you respectfully about the noise up here."

The man that answered was probably in his late 50s, white, about six feet tall, and very muscular. He stared at me with a creepy, sneering look, similar to how a man might eye a hot chick or a stripper at a club. Unless he was gay, I couldn’t understand why he was looking at me with such a mixture of arousal and adoration.

I am trans and suffer from gender dysphoria, slowly and secretly coming to terms with my true gender identity. For now, I still present as male in public, wearing men’s pants and shirts, but with female clothing underneath. So why did this man look so aroused? Did he catch a glimpse of my bra under my shirt? Did my pink panties peek out from under my pants? Or was he gay and found me attractive?

"Why don't you come in, and we can talk about this more," he suggested flirtatiously.

"No, that's okay," I declined.

"I insist," he pressed. "Let's talk this out. We can have a drink."

He was being very polite and inviting, making me lower my guard. Reluctantly, I agreed and entered his apartment.

"The living area is to the right," he said. I walked through the door there and saw what must be his younger roommate, who was probably in his mid-20s, standing there.