From my experience, the moment you think nothing is going well something surprises you. Let those little things serve as beacons. Two of my friends (and recently new ones, at that, who I currently live with) have started using my new name and using female pronouns even though I'm not even presenting accordingly. I admit, it's strange to hear, because I'm not used to it, but I don't get that pain in the stomach that I get from male pronouns. Just thinking about it is making me emotional, and I want to cry tears of joy, but sadly I'm at my grandmother's at the moment. Someone would definitely ask me what's wrong.
So many here have had to wait years to get HRT, but here they are. I may only have to wait just another month, but it feels like an eternity. Plus, I still have so much work to do to make sure that I pass even just a little. Thankfully, I have some girlfriends on standby to teach me the ancient ways of cosmetics. 😛 I sometimes wonder if I'll even be able to handle living as my true gender since I've grown accustomed to this...costume...for 33 years, but I know I'm just projecting fear, and that everything will be fine. The unknown has that effect until it's finally the known. So, hang in there. ♡