I'm sure most people here can relate.
It was always tough, sure, but ever since I registered with a grad school a few months back that respects me as male, it's gotten even harder. The tiniest things have the potential to explode in my face a lot easier now. (e.g. For months I've had to get to the the mail before anyone else since stuff now comes in under my preferred name.) I always have to keep in check what I've said to who and which people know what about me. My excuses have become frequent and increasingly elaborate. I have to be constantly alert about every little thing. I can't let my fur down for two seconds.
Basically, since I'm moving and all that, I'm trying to move from a "female" life to my male one without either side of the fence being the wiser. But they can clash quite easily, especially since I was supposed to have been moved in exactly one month ago. Not that I'm bitter.
I have two different names, two different wardrobes, two different "personalities," two different ways of walking and talking and eating and...you get the point. Everything about me must be catered to my environment at any given moment.
I don't know how guys can have, like, 35-year-long affairs and not burn out. I wouldn't be dealing with all this unless I absolutely had to!
I can't wait until I'm settled in next week. (I hope) it'll finally be over. And then when I come out to the family (safely away from them), it will be. If they accept me, cool. If not, they can suck my latex.
But yeah, I think I'm going to collapse on the floor of my apartment late Sunday evening and just not get up for a week. Just had to say that.