There are many little moments that feel just so special, yet they are otherwise perfectly ordinary. Walking around Costco or the grocery store, yet attracting no special attention. Taking my dog out for a walk - even if I cannot do it in my neighborhood and so drive her to a trail a few miles away. When someone holds a door open for me.
There are two that are especially significant, though.
First, browsing in the lingerie section at a clothing store. I am allowed to be there; it is normal. In my other self, he would be seen as just some creepy guy. I usually pause for a moment, breathe deep (to soak up the female energy), and say a small prayer of thanks to the goddess for accepting me.
This is second; it has recently been a thing for me as well. (Thank you, Genifer.) The moment when it strikes home the most for me is when I'm driving, I have both hands on the wheel, and my forms squeeze together. It feels so right and so natural that it sends a thrill through me.