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I developed some pubescent growth on my own. I had that female awareness; I made excuses when I wore a T-shirt when I went swimming at the beach or lake.
ERT developed me from 'A' the first year, to 'B' the second year, to 'C' since the third year.
I really enjoy all those little jolts of E. I must have been quite a sight during my early time, still presenting as male, beginning E, as others saw me make sudden moves responding to the new chemistry racing through my body; they did not know. That tingling still happens even on my 1mg estradiol maintenance and I enjoy each shot of E.
MM - yes, I found myself doing that - holding my hand to protect them. I transitioned part-time; unknowing outsiders must have thought my protective move curious for a 'male' where I was still presenting as male.
I was not aware of my development at first - how noticeable they could be. I look back and realise that my family noticed but said nothing when I visited them six months into ERT. My 'girls' became more and more difficult to cover as they became 'C'. I was employed as a male and had to wear two or three T-shirts under my larger men's business shirt to cover them.
One day after work, as my early development was becoming yet I was presenting at work as a male, a group of us were ditching around with a soccer ball. After warm-ups one guy announces that feared call - 'Shirts versus skins'. AGH! I got chosen for skins. NO WAY! So I told them I needed to rest and maybe get in the game as a replacement later. Whew! They bought it. I did get in the game later - as 'shirts'.
I think the real memory was during my disco dancing days (1979 - 1980). I made the acquaintance of two female friends (Kathy Q and Virginia); we frequently danced as partners. I also danced with other female partners. None of these women knew of my predicament at first; I eventually told only Kathy Q. She would be the only dance partner who knew; the others did not know. Slow dancing became a matter of me trying to out-manoeuver my partners' hands and trying not to dance too close where they might sense I had more up top than they. Another humourous aside was the way the unknowing female partners tried arousing where there was no male anatomy to arouse down below; I felt sorry if tneir ego took a hit if they thought they could not get the male reaction they expected.
Skip a few more years toward the end of my part-time male life when a friend (not yet knowing) was teaching Japanese martial arts to me. I kept dodging his hands as he tried to position my body for making moves and setting up my defence. He accidentally touched me ever so briefly and I saw his puzzled look. I told him nothing but mentioned I was tired and that we can resume later.
Anyway, they certainly helpt presenting female.
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