As I was trying on several pairs of ladies' of shoes, an old lady approached me and called me "dirty, disgusting and depraved." "Yes, Madam," I replied sarcastically, "you are quite right about that and I am pleased to be all three."
I think now I want a new name so I can feel stronger and more established in my gender identity. Like having some proof that my gender identity isn't just a fantasy in my head.