I'd try to come up with some explanation that would get me out of work for the next month without getting me fired, not to mention a probably separate explanation that would get me out of seeing friends or family for a month without losing them. I would go out because I'd have to--I'd need food--but I'd be embarrassed of it because all of my clothes are for a very broad-shouldered man of average American male height and would look downright ridiculous on a woman, and I don't have the money to buy appropriate clothes that I will only be able to use for one month. I would spend a week or two absolutely wrecked with stress and fear as I wondered if the changes made to my brain will make my medications affect me differently than they do and if I'm in a dangerous position because of it.
I would probably give jilling off a try--after all, if I'm going to stay locked up in my house for a month, I gotta do something to pass the time--but the idea of going out and inviting people to treat me like a slut is not an experience I want or need: I'm not into casual sex, and that's that, even before we think about the risks of someone of my suddenly much-reduced physical strength being in a position of vulnerability to someone I don't know or have any reason to trust. I would be mildly interested to see if my sexual orientation as a woman would be straight (because I'm straight) or gay (because I like women), but only mildly, since I don't mean to do anything with that information either way.
I might, around week two or so, get so bored of my self-imposed house arrest that I'd overcome my financial burdens long enough to get some actually appropriate clothing and just kind of head out for a while to test certain observations of mine regarding the treatment of women in America, and in fact after a while I'd talk myself into it by saying I have an ethical obligation to either verify or disprove my beliefs in such a way.
At some point in there it would occur to me that I live in a universe of magic populated by spiteful gods who think having a vagina is punishment and who believe they have the right to take my body away from me at a whim, and that I have no defense against the predation of such beings. I have no idea what such knowledge would do to me, but I doubt I'd ever get over the PTSD of it.