If I have to present as a woman for the rest of my life, I might as well start now. So yes.

It takes a while to settle your heart from the possibility that the house computer has just outed you as a transgender woman to all of your friends and family.

Wait... did you just say "outed"?

Does that mean that you really are a woman, deep inside? And that by being outed, you are simply revealing your honest true self to everyone you know?

"No, no, no, no..." you mutter, taking some deep breaths.

Eventually you settle your heart and then you notice that the closet doors in the room each have different video-screen pictures on them, of different types of women's clothing. At the bottom of each picture is a button, which says "I choose this."

Clearly, the house computer wants you to select one of the options.