I live full time. I shop as most other women do. I pass well. I don't have any problems buying clothes. I'm confident enough about myself to use the womens changing rooms when shopping.

It reminds me of a "Steptoe and Son" episode where Harold comes home early to find his Father dressed as a woman. His father confesses he's been posing as his late wife for many years to claim a pension. The plot then gets more complicated (of course) when he admits to claiming child benefits for his non-existent daughter.

Using the Ladies. I just get in, get done, and get out.

A pair of totally pain free stilettos. A jar of "Magic all in one makeup cream". You smooth it on, leave for two minutes, and hey presto your makeup's done, eyes, lips, everything perfect ! One of those Star Trek drinks machines that dispenses anything. "Computer, large whiskey and coke" Some really expensive lingerie. I'm sure every girl here would like at least one of these.

I think your describing the "Pink Fog". In the early seventies I used to get a lift from a guy who drove a Daf. He was 6'4" and extremely skinny and the site of him getting out of the Daf always reminded me of those clown cars. The "Variomatic" gearbox did indeed consist mostly of rubber bands. It also boasted "HydroLastic Suspension" whatever that was.