I felt exactly the same way as you did when I was called in for court duty.
I am 68 and never taken hormones or had any surgery. I have m for male on my driver's license. But I had no intention of dressing as a male. I have gotten rid of all my male clothing.
I went to the courthouse, about an hour, by city bus. Of my first issue was using the ladies room. Then I found my courtroom, stood in line for my turn to enter, and reported into the court clerk at the door showing my driver's licence and telling her that I pronounced Michael as Michelle. She said nothing but thank you, ma'am. I entered and sat and waited for my turn to be vetted by the lawyers. When my turn came the clerk, called out, "Michelle Hackler." I told about myself briefly and sat down. That was it. I wasn't chosen for the jury.
But then again, everyone was polite and no one went out their way to embarrass me. I was pretty much dressed in the manner, as you see in my avatar with the same large white tennis shoes. I have diabetes 2 and I have lots of problems finding ladies size 15 shoes, so I wear sneakers, which at that size male shoes and female shoes look similar.
Who would have thought it in Jacksonville, Florida?
No one has ever seen me as threatening as a female, and even when I dressed presented as a butch female most of my life, I was never teased for being a sissy, nor was I receive with any male respect, when I presented as one.
I was born with a male's body, but never taken seriously as a male. I was picked on because I was forever the new kid. I just stood eyeball to eyeball with my fists clenched and stared the other person down until a teacher showed up and nothing happened.
One kid took a swing at me once, but I inadvertently moved and he hit the brick wall bloodying his fist. I went into the boys' washroom with him, feeling sorry for him, admonishing him for taking the swing.
Basically, I was too feminine to be a male, and too much of a male to be considered feminine. I was attracted to other females, but I had no sense as to what things that a male would do to court them. On the dance floor, I was one masculinely presenting female waiting for another female to ask her to dance, which meant I did next to no dancing.