It takes time to settle into the skin you were meant to inhabit and I liken it to entering a hot bath where you immerse yourself in measured steps which must be learned and perfected.
We do in a shorter time what women take years to learn; cramming voice, comportment, dress and makeup techniques that must eventually demonstrate some kind of grace and seamless form that doesn't look like you're struggling. The reason I know I am there is by the lack of negative reaction and plentiful positive feedback that I receive. Maybe it's because I have stopped caring and settled into myself in the process becoming immune the way other tall women shrug off occasional stares as part of daily life.
The energy involved in painting an acceptable portrait of masculinity is dissolving into what it means to be myself which is infinitely superior and you realize only in retrospect how much was invested in escaping detection.
You even begin to feel what it's like for other people who don't need to work that hard.