So, in case anyone hasn't noticed, I have been in a pretty bad funk for the last couple of weeks. And, well, I think it can be traced back to one singular event.
It happened three weeks ago. I was in full "girl mode" to visit my therapist, and everything was going fantastically. I was feeling really good about myself. I got a "she" as I was walking in, I got "ma'am"ed twice that day based on my voice alone (once in the McDonald's drive-thru, and then yet again over the phone with Best Buy.) Everything was going good. My self-confidence in "girl mode" was still admittedly a bit shaky, but it was getting better every time I went out.
Then it happened. I decided that I was going to make the switch to women's deodorant, so I made a stop at Walgreen's on the way home to buy some. And as I was walking through the aisle, this tiny little petite store clerk gave me a very odd look, and asked if there was anything she could help me with. I nervously said no, I was just looking for deodorant. Then once I was ready to check out, she did a very odd thing, going completely out of her way to tell me that she could check me out right there in the back of the store rather than going to the front. I didn't know why she was paying so much attention to me, and something seemed off about it, but I let her check me out anyway. And then she said it. "All right, sir, you're all set."
It didn't really hurt at first. I was in too good of a mood for it to affect me right on the spot. But, well, then it started. I stopped being able to see a girl when I looked in the mirror. Increasingly, all I could see was this giant hulking mass with a thick neck and a heavy upper body who didn't look the least bit feminine. When I put on my wig and looked in the mirror, I didn't think that I looked pretty anymore... with that same face that, only a couple of weeks earlier had made me giddy with excitement because of how good I looked, now I couldn't see anything but a male face with a wig on. And that was when I started getting depressed. I started freaking out about HRT not going fast enough, feeling insanely jealous of everyone else, hating my body, hell, even thinking of going as far as doing a complete water-only fast for a month in order to lose the stupid bulky fat off of my upper body. And, well, if you've read my posts recently, all I've been doing is complaining, feeling inadequate, and being extremely jealous of everyone else.
And again, I can trace all of this back to that one little instant, where I was called "sir" while I was out in girl mode. I haven't been the same ever since. It's been almost three weeks since it happened. And I haven't been outside the house in "girl mode" ever since. And I've barely even dressed inside the house ever since. I used to spend hours on end dressed, just enjoying being myself, and yet now all I seem to do is throw on the wig for like 10 seconds, look in the mirror, frown, and take it right back off. And again, it's been like this for almost 3 weeks now.
So, well, anyone else who has been "sir"ed" while out in "girl mode," how did you deal with it? How did you manage to not let it completely destroy your self-confidence? Because, well, mine has been destroyed. And now I honestly feel like I'm right back to where I started... feeling dysphoric as hell, hating my own reflection, and wishing against hope that I could be smaller or less masculine and just reach the end point of HRT already so that I can finally quit feeling like nothing but a man in women's clothing every time I go out in "girl mode." Help?

I'm so tired of feeling like s*** about myself.