Oh, yes, I know the feeling well. Most of the time when I'm out and about I feel quite comfortable, but it happens often enough, for whatever reason, I start feeling phony, like I'm just putting on an act.
Sometimes I get angry. It's not my fault that I don't have the body I need, that I should have got. I'd like to put in a complaint, but I don't know who to go to--God, Fate, some celestial joker, who knows? All I can do is live with it.