Yup, that's what happened when I found out other people were trans. I was like 'You can do that!?'. The feeling had always been there but seeing others made it obvious that you don't have to just be dysphoric and depressed.
The first time I saw a Drag Queen was while hanging out in a gay bar in Amsterdam (obviously stoned).
She was so tall and all I remember was looking up and this complete feeling of reverence, like walking into a church and looking up at very beautifully crafted artwork on the high ceilings. Absolutely amazing.