Some of us are a bit 'painted into a corner' regarding dealing with dysphoria and transition.
I'm sitting here typing in jeans, nice fitted shirt, hair neatly brushed. The only reason I can be properly dressed right now is because the wife and daughter are out of the house for a few hours. I look right. I feel right. The dysphoria is effectively gone.
Alas, before they come home I have to go back to cross-dressing as a male. They know, and I'm totally out to them. I have my own drawers and closet space. However, I am not to be seen presenting as female by them. They know I've gone out to appointments, dined out, and gone shopping while dressed properly. I'd be full-time in an instant if I could, but I can't without losing my family, and that's important to me.
I'm in a transition support group, and it helps, but I'm really an outsider there, the only married person, and the only person not planning out when they can have what surgeries with which doctors. I really don't quite fit, they know it, and it shows.
My biggest hope right now is that I can find a way past the prolactin problem, get on estrogens, and go for full male fail. (I've got a 38A chest and 'moobs', a bit oddly shaped courtesy of finasteride and high prolactin, with high genetic hopes for some good growth.) I strongly suspect the result should be sufficiently weird that they'll want me to do something, anything to look less bizarre.