I am still surprised that I pass as a woman, but I am starting to accept that. Today, however, I seem to have passed as a young(-ish) woman!

Wow!
We were in a grocery store, just getting into the checkout line, when a woman who was having trouble with the coffee-grinding machine asked me for help. She might have been a few years older than me, but not by much. She couldn't read the printing on the selector knob and didn't have her glasses with her.
So I peered at the machine and confessed that I couldn't read the dial either. I did, however, have my glasses in my purse, so I put them on, got the dial selected for her, and carried on to the checkout. She said "Thank you, dear." Calling a stranger dear is a lovely Nova Scotia tradition.
She wouldn't have asked a man for help, so she obviously gendered me correctly. And she obviously assumed that I would be able to read tiny print without glasses.
Wow, gotta love HRT!