I hated my birth name with a passion from the age of... birth? As far back as I can remember, long before I had a clue what transgender was, I hated it. The only people who still call me it are family members, and I'm pretty certain they do it only to spite me. Well... it works. Even friends who knew me well before transition have had no problem adjusting to the change, and extended family members who have known me from birth don't slip up, either.
If I ever got ma'am'ed (that's an interesting apostrophe conundrum), I think I'd either have a heart attack or laugh my ass off. It's been 2 1/2 years at least since I had any visible feminine features. Of course, it's always fun to watch people's faces when my mom introduces me as her daughter... still waiting for someone to suggest she check into the psych ward.