I felt exactly the same way as you did when I was called in for court duty. 
 I am 68 and never taken hormones or had any surgery.  I have m for male on my driver's license.   But I had no intention of dressing as a male.  I have gotten rid of all my male clothing.  
 I went to the courthouse, about an hour, by city bus.  Of my first issue was using the ladies room.   Then I found my courtroom, stood in line for my turn to enter, and reported into the court clerk at the door showing my driver's licence and telling her that I pronounced Michael as Michelle.  She said nothing but thank you, ma'am.  I entered and sat and waited for my turn to be vetted by the lawyers.   When my turn came the clerk, called out, "Michelle Hackler."  I told about myself briefly and sat down.  That was it.   I wasn't chosen for the jury. 
 But then again, everyone was polite and no one went out their way to embarrass me.   I was pretty much dressed in the manner, as you see in my avatar with the same large white tennis shoes.   I have diabetes 2 and I have lots of problems finding ladies size 15 shoes, so I wear sneakers, which at that size male shoes and female shoes look similar.   
Who would have thought it in Jacksonville, Florida? 
  No one has ever seen me as threatening as a female, and even when I dressed presented as a butch female most of my life, I was never teased for being a sissy, nor was I receive with any male respect, when I presented as one.  
 I was born with a male's body, but never taken seriously as a male.  I was picked on because I was forever the new kid.  I just stood eyeball to eyeball with my fists clenched and stared the other person down until a teacher showed up and nothing happened. 
 One kid took a swing at me once, but I inadvertently moved and he hit the brick wall bloodying his fist.   I went into the boys' washroom with him, feeling sorry for him, admonishing him for taking the swing. 
Basically, I was too feminine to be a male, and too much of a male to be considered feminine.   I was attracted to other females, but I had no sense as to what things that a male would do to court them.   On the dance floor, I was one masculinely presenting female waiting for another female to ask her to dance,  which meant I did next to no dancing.