Me/gender dysphoria/metaphor

Imagine you work in a field where all the real professionals have a particular style of dressing. It's sort of expected, in that field, that everyone dress that way in order to make any career headway – but that's okay, because you actually find the style quite attractive, and think it would look good on you.

There's a problem, though: you're wearing something else, and you can't get it off.

You're wearing a really nice business suit that would be completely appropriate for many other professions, but it's the wrong suit for this profession. Worse, it's uncomfortable and doesn't fit right – though everyone else says it looks great on you.

You've asked for help getting it off, but everyone seems to think that this means you want to run around naked or something, and anyway why would you want to get out of that great-looking suit? "Can't you see how handsome/pretty* you are?" (* adjust according to your personal gender)