I ordered some "aspirational dresses" thinking in a few years of hormones I'd look good in them and wear them out. Well, chat, I'm delighted to say they fit, i looked gorgeous and I went out in one last night and felt like a queen.
Some old boomer passers-by looked at me and my girlfriend like they wanted to kill us but I'm getting pretty used to that by now. And they were outweighed by all the smiles of queer recognition. I guess I wear beautiful dresses now.