I was in NYC for a few days, and didn't bring enough clothes, but had decided to go out and buy some female clothes, my friend and I headed out and found our store, bought a couple skirts, some shirts, and some leggings for me to wear while my other clothes were being washed. This ended up taking longer than expected and my shorts never actually dried completely, but more on that later. I traversed the subway in my leggings, and a T-shirt hidden under my heavy coat, I was very nervous but felt empowered at the same time. A few people stared, obvious thoughts in their minds about my shapely legs, why don't they match up with that face I guess they thought, but I have no way of knowing, I got off, walked confidently down the street with my friend, and we had a good time, people at our destination enjoyed talking with me like normal, life went on.
Fast forward a day, my shorts still didn't dry and it was time to go home. I couldn't wear them, so I ended up carrying them whilst wearing my leggings, in the most awkward train ride I ever had, not because I was wearing leggings, but because I had lost my train ticket and was having the conductor send me a bill, he was a little harsh in his words but I don't blame him, I had lost my ticket afterall. After the train ride of awkwardness and my sister driving me home from the station, I ended up being the cook. My mother could not take her eyes off my legs, I bet she did not know my legs looked that good. Turns out they do, and I was happy to wear them home. Later that evening, my sister died of cuteness seeing my skirt.

Day 1. I can't remember what inspired me to do this, perhaps it was the shock of presenting as myself for the first time ever, I even cleaned my room up a bit for another transwoman to come by, because after she left I headed to the tub and started shaving my chest. It turned out so pale but looked so me, I couldn't go back. Day 2. Since my chest went over with me so well I shaved my belly, then looked at my furry arms. They were not right at all, I pledged to shave them the next day. Day 3. Arms day, I shaved both of my arms hair clean, I felt really good after that. I couldn't stop staring at my feminine arms, it was so new and refreshing to me to have such things attached to my body. Day 4. It was legs day, I spent another hour and a half in the tub grueling over the chore of shaving my entire legs, but alas it was done, I have mostly shaven my entire body. I put on a skirt without wearing leggings to celebrate.

So my sister and I decided we wanted to get out of the house and go shopping, for a couple of reasons. For one, my dad had a bit of a one sided argument at me about how he thought I was wanting to be a girl for "different reasons" but I wasn't responding to him because he was using my given name. He was ashamed of going to the store with me presenting on Saturday so he backstabbed me and went the next morning while I wasn't yet awake. I was super pissed at him for this, and I really wanted to get out of the house so I accepted my sister's offer to go shopping for clothes, and decided to present. I got on as much of a fem outfit as I could, raced out the door without even applying makeup I was so upset, luckily I had a scarf to cover the lower half of my face with.
First stop was the thrift shop, where I went and bought a purse and a new coat, replacing my androgynous coat with a feminine coat, and put my wallet and change into my new purse. Then we hopped across the street to the department store and acquired me a bra, not an A like I was looking for but this B cup was stiff enough to look real without being stuffed. My sister and I raced to try it on fitting two people into the changing room against the rules so she could see how I looked, and it fit and looked natural to my delight, though they looked a bit small on my frame, go figure. We left and paid without a second glance at us.
Next we took the long drive down the snowy highway to the mall, where we were going to acquire shoes. I walked in with her and we searched for the store exactly the opposite direction, which ended up in us looping back at the end of the far end of the mall. On the way, a sales man stopped us, and had trouble gendering me, so my sister asserted my name to him, and he insisted on demonstrating some salt cream on my hands which admittedly made my hands feel super smooth afterwards, but to my dismay he also rolled up my sleeves a bit revealing the fact my arms weren't freshly shaved, he didn't seem to notice thankfully. We continued on our way after that with me feeling up my newly smooth hands toward the shoe store. When we got there the prices ended up being outside my budget so we just left and took the upper floor to avoid the salesman on the way back. Until this point I had seen nobody staring at me, but then all of a sudden, the heart stopping moment came, I was on the escalator going back down and I could see at least 5 people staring at me, one of whom was mere feet away from me, and I averted my eyes, continued going down trying to keep myself from breaking down before we reached the exit. We reached the door what seemed like a long time later, which was actually less than a minute, but my mind was racing, I raced back to the car and we went home, slowly.
Upon arriving home, I handed my father something he asked for without speaking a word to him, still livid at his actions, and headed to my room. I was shortly followed by my mother, who wanted to seek a compromise with me about my name. She elected in calling me "T" since my chosen and given names both share that letter. I honestly don't blame her for being attached to the name she gave me out of love, but the facts are the facts, I was not born that gender and so the name did not fit me anymore. After that she told me she really wanted me to see a therapist for my protection, which I was OK with, as I know that's my gateway to HRT. We ended up being on the same page for different reasons which made her really relieved. Success, I just got myself a ticket for physical transition.