Back in the age of dinosaurs, otherwise known as the late 70's early 80's when I had my 2 utter fail transition experiments I found that teen girls were the worse, and guys just the scariest, because they are guys. Back then I was far far different person on the inside then I am today.
At 6ft tall, balding since 14, and big everything I knew HRT was not going to help the exterior much. I also knew throughout the years with my on/off low-dose HRT it helps quiet the noise. When I came to the point in my life I need to take the Trans-Beast on for real, I went to my Go-To cure all HRT.
Hormones alone could never rectify how the world see's me. The only thing that I (hopefully) have is control over how I react to the world. I also needed to fix myself from the inside. I needed to loose a lifetime of Shame & Guilt. Believe me, that was hard work, still is. In time magic happened. I was no longer obsessed with the "Some Guy in a Dress" feelings that enveloped me 30 years earlier. Instead I reveled in the sheer joy of being out in the real world as the real me. If I get too long of a look, I think they are thinking the same I did taking that last look in the full-length mirror, "Not Bad for an old dinosaur". I also always to make the absolute best female presentation possible for the circumstances. I tend to like girlie-girl so it's easy most times. But then, there are times jeans or shorts with a nice top is better.