That sucks. If anyone dies in my family they want me to do the same thing (LOL).
One thing I found out, although, is that it's very hard for me to look "male." I tried this at a friends place for fun, and he and my other friend said, "Wow, you look even more feminine and really cute! You look like you're wearing your boyfriend's clothes!" The clothes, of course, weren't mine (they were his) and were a little bit big on me, but it was funny. Yeah, in a weird way it just showed that boy clothes don't fit me at all and I couldn't look male if I tried. LOL
So, I don't know if there is much you can do, if you're body is female, even with boy clothes you aren't going to look like a boy. It sucks to be in your situation.
But, I agree with every on else, that you'll feel better going as yourself. I had a friend last year who had to go as "male" to her dad's funeral, and it was really hard on her (she was on HRT for months and already living full-time). And even though she tried wearing guy clothes and the whole works, people still noticed how feminine she looked (and that irked her family even more!). It's also because she carries herself as a female (femininity is much more than the outside appearance).
In a weird way, boy clothes actually bring more attention to the fact that your female, since they clothes won't fit right and don't match your gender. It's actually more obvious for some reason. That's why people who go on HRT and start having body changes and continue to be on boy mode start finding that people are looking at them weirdly... people just pick up on it. I know a couple of people who had to go full time after several months of dragging their heals on HRT because they started to look more and more female, and their boy clothes have started to stop matching their gender.
Knowing this, and how mischievous I am, I'd be almost tempted to go to the next family funeral wearing a nice boy suit, cause I know that I'm just going to look sexy and feminine anyway, and it would really irk family members that hate me -- then I can say, "Well, I tried looking like a boy like you said." And I'll bring a dress with me in my luggage and have it ready because I know someone is going to say, "Get a dress on! You're pulling way too much attention with that stupid boy suit on!" Muhahahahahaha! >

Yeah, I have my evil ways planned out already. Or probably, I'll end up going in a nice dress and not care what others think and they will either physically remove me (assuming I'm invited to anything) or, they will have a suit ready for me and try to buzz my hair (believe it or not, that was one threat I got from one family member if I dared came to visit or go to a funeral as the woman I am). I would love to see them put a suit on me and buzz my hair only to see that I still look female and there is nothing they can do to take that way. They can take my clothes, my hair, my make up -- but they never can take my womanhood from me. No one can.

And to that point, Rachel,
no one can ever take your womanhood away.--natalie
Posted on: October 11, 2007, 12:01:48 PM
I guess before I sound like too much of a wicked girl, I should note that I'm not invited to any family members funeral, so the above things won't happen. It's actually pretty hard. But I've been written out of wills and my grandparents don't talk to me. I'm already dead to them.
Other family members keep me at distance, and even try to hide the fact that about me to children. My dad won't tell my half-sister (13) about me because he thinks it will damage her, and I got in trouble for calling the house because "I sounded too female" and my sister kept asking my dad questions why I sounded like a girl, and why I wasn't coming over anymore, and why she isn't allowed to see me. The truth is, it's him who can't handle it.
I just found out through the rumor mill that my brother and his wife are having a baby, something that I wasn't told about and it looks like I won't ever see they baby. He's started to talk to me some, but didn't talk to me for 10 months before that, and his wife hates my guts and I'm not invited to there home. Now, at least, I know why he's stopped talking to me all over again.