I think the "still dressing/living as male" part is telling. When I was still living a males life I couldn't wait to get home and do exactly that, and I certainly didn't leave the house as I was too terrified of it. For awhile when out of work I would maybe leave the house an hour a day, so I could be me the rest of the time, the only way I knew how. But yeah, even a few times after being full time I would get something new, try it on , and like it so much I didn't want to take it off....oh just got this new eyeliner, why not try it, might as well finish the rest of the face, what would that one scarf look like with it? need to do nails anyways...before I knew it I was all dressed up with nowhere to go 🙂