When I was still very shy coming outside, after dark when not a lot of people were on the streets, and when I most certainly would not dare enter anywhere (shops, bars),
I started to feel an urgent need to go to the bathroom.
Because entering a bar was not an option, I had to go back to my car, drive off and find a quiet place outside of town. Since it was late in the evening, the industrial zone looked like the perfect spot for my adventure. After spotting some small bushes between two buildings, I parked the car, got out, only to have a big spotlight turned on me before I was even halfway.
As it turns out, the police thought they had caught a burglar :-)
Quicky I got back in the car, and waited. Luckily they realised I was no burglar, and after checking my papers, let me go. They probably had a very good laugh afterwards about the whole situation...
After this 'incident' I obtained a 'gender-passport', some kind of document that has pictures of both your male and female appearance, and states you're suffering from gender dysphoria and are being treated with the goal of changing sex, and contains a signature and stamp from the psy. In belgium this is a document that is supposed to be known by the police, and which can help you explain these kind of situations while not yet have a passport with your new name/appearance.
Marleen