Here is how I’m explaining my transsexuality nowadays:
From the time they began to grow, I wanted to get rid of my breasts, now, breasts were awsome during sex, but alas I can’t stay in bed all the time and having c cups were throwing off what I call my gendered body map each time I had to look at me in a mirror. I would scream in my head “wrong!! so wrong!!”, seeing them. Something coming from my guts, deep. Binding them wasn’t enough since, well, first it hurts and prevent breathing normally, and it just doesn’t look the same under a shirt than having a flat chest.
So two months ago I went under the knife to resolve that problem.
I also didn’t like my voice, really high, so different from my internal voice, my hairless body, something I find ugly, or the areas my body was putting fat on, the width of my hips, I even seriously thought for years my hips were deformed, when in fact they were pretty normal for someone having had an oestrogen based puberty.
I started taking testosterone almost two years ago and now feel all happy each time I’m witnessing the peach fuzz on my chest and belly becoming darker, longer, and turning into hairs. I like having more armpit hairs and seeing them extends. I like the feel of my face when I havn’t shaved for some days and yearn for the day I’ll have that blue shadow thing going on.
I feel calmer and happier when my body is not operating primary on estrogens.
I am not particularly masculine in my behaviors, interests and clothes, not feminine either, I see myself as neuter in those aspects.
I am virtually only attracted to men, always been, and I prefer to assume a submissive and bottom role in a relationship, sexual or not. I do not plan to have a penis constructed because I love to death using all that I have, and because of how the testosterone acts on a clitoris, changing its form and lenght, I do think I have somthing similar to a lil penis now.
I knew transitioning to male would make my lovelife a hell lot harder, I knew too my biggest fear on earth was staying alone all my life.
But I never imagined I could accept living with a female body, so I’m transitioning anyway, and yes, my love life is indeed a mess, from the hetero or bi guys who dig my body a hell lot but don’t want to be seen with a boy, to the gay guys who don’t want to be with someone without a dick.
(I’m speaking in generalities of course)
I’ve ceased to wonder if I see myself as a guy, usually I say something like the more people interact with me as a guy, the more it will reinforced my identity, so for now I’m like 65% guy, and I’m probably only half joking. Outside of its social meaning, this word makes no sense to me, so usually I’m seeing myself as simply “an ftm” when alone, identifying myself through the process I’m experiencing. This is a recent thing, through all my teen years I was pretty stable in my identity as a gay boy, and the hell if I know when exactly I began to refer to myself using masculine pronouns, I knew I was doing it constantly at about 11-12yo, but before, don’t remember.