I ran out of to give about what anyone thought of me exactly two months after I started on estrogen, and finally stopped the charade of presenting myself as male, consequences be damned. Protruding nipples and slim-fit guy shirts don't work together anyway, and I wasn't about to stop taking HRT.
The last time I ever wore guy clothes was to the grocery store. It sucked to think I had to wear them for any reason at all, and when I realized that I didn't actually have to, I cried my eyes out on the way home. As soon as I got in the door, I tore them off, put on a cute skirt and top and made myself up before putting the groceries away.
Friday, March 22, 2013 was one of the best and most important days of my life. I didn't realize that I had gone full time at that moment, but it turns out that I never once did "guy mode" again. The next weekend we went to Las Vegas to see Def Leppard, and I proudly did so as Jill. It went over so well (apart from that time they played "Lola" over the PA... LOL) that I decided to make it permanent.
I hatched my coming out strategy as soon as I got home, and did so via Facebook three weeks later after telling/warning close family members.