Yeah, socially being and dealing with being a woman, and thus accepting a lower status and everything that comes along with being a woman in today's society (unless you subscribe to the MRA's POV then its all roses and butterflies, literally), is much harder on some, especially those who have spend a long time in a male profession or "acting" male (don't really understand that, but I'm dense so...).
The focus on HRT is because peeps want to make the social part easier. But it's not just putting on makeup and fashion choices, it's personality. I wouldn't recommens the OP's choice, as it seems very hard but is extremely admirable. Being socially accepted as female and being able to live in society as a woman is a huge step that many (I think) don't fully grasp. The condescending attitudes, the subtle put downs, the cattiness of women who see you as competition, especially when the man they like and want that men to like them f^cks you, and finally the irreversibility of it all.
People talk all the time about taking HRT as a litmus test or how they can go back. But if you fully immerse yourself in woman hood, as I have for the last 14 months, it changes you. Peeps say it doesn't but it does. There's no way it can't. It has to. It's the point. I'm a little off track here, but the social part is just as important and hard as the physical. But, the physical is hard to since you virtually making yourself a target, melting away your muscles, and turning yourself into an object for men. And yes you will be an object. I always get accused of having so called passing privilege and yeah I have it but when you really, really pass and have to put up with being called baby by random men every single day you go out, it changes your whole perspective.
I wonder though how many are truly full time because ful time isn't just a name change to me oir wearing a dress and having people call you this name or that name. It's when you pass, and given enough time on HRT most will pass, and you look at yourself and realize that there's no going back, there's no going home, there's no more male freindships (and I had many male friends). Now, to men, I;m essentially a traitor if they knew before transition and a trap and to men who don't know me I'm an object to be obtained or just passed on like a tasty meal you don't feel like eating at the time.
Many won't agree with this and say there's all this other stuf to being a woman like being compassionate, emotional, caring, sensitive, etc--but I was all those things pre-transition I didn't need to do this to be that--but what it boils down to is in mny ways I'm now more object than person and not only that I have to be careful everywhere I go because if I get cornered in the wrong place, especially being pre-op for another year, two or three (hopefully not longer), I'm f^cked. Or more precisely not EFFED but instead killed or beaten.
I went into transition very suddenly and just started self-medding as I didn't feel like waiting and some might say that's a bad way but it worked for me and it's what I did so there's no changing it, but I passed very soon after starting and had a BF within three months and now I can't stop even if I wanted to. It's like inertia. IDK, this sounds like a bleak portrait I'm painting of womanhood, when in reality I get treated so much better and I'm so mnuch better off. That's why I did it--cause I'd be better off. and I am. I'm just not cut out for manhood and never was and never made a good one cause how I look, act and everything else.
This is a giant ramble, sorry and it's prolly TLDR. I just got called baby once too many times today and from one guy right in front of his girl who was all pissed off. Wrong person to ask for a smoke...yikes lol