For some time, clothing changes (at least at home, since I am working in boy mode) have really helped affirm my identity. They do feel better. The euphoria I felt the first couple of times has faded, alas.
I'm pre-HRT (come on, January!) and the dysphoria (feeling that my body is wrong, hatred of it) is growing by leaps and bounds. If I want to go out in real me mode, I really feel like I need to do makeup, at least, smoothing my face and neck with foundation, fixing my eyes up, and (although you wouldn't guess it from my profile pic) putting on a wig. Getting a wig helped me go from smirks and eye rolls wherever I went to smiles and nods... it was like a magic talisman, hiding my jaw line and my baldness while shadowing my adam's apple. I feel so right out in the world being treated like a woman (maybe even passing for one, when my mannerisms and voice are rocking), only to feel dead and paralyzed at home. I have been spending much of my home time wearing male clothing (that I wore to work) because it doesn't feel like it is worth the effort to change into something more comfortable to my soul.
And I hate that, because it feels like giving up.
So yes, I think I can relate... at least in those moments spent looking in the mirror, attempting to cover the damage of decades of T exposure. *sigh*
Lots of hugs all around!