My mom never really believed in gender based raising techniques. So she let the boys play with dolls and the girls play with trucks and whatever, for someone born in 1959 she is quite the pioneer, I was born in the early-mid 90s, I am the junior by 10 years, but anyway less about that. When I was little I loved a doll. I didn't care much for "boyish" toys, my mom pampered my as a girl, because I looked like a little girl, with my extremely curly hair and all.
When I was 8 year old, (like many children of my generation) I was an Avid gamer, well not gamer, but I think you get it. I remember playing a game, on my Brother's Xbox, with a cousin of mine, James Bond, (don't quite recall which one), anyway I couldn't for the life of me choose a male character. The stupid thing? It's first person, I just couldn't, that ISN'T me it said in my mind, to my cousin I just I would wipe his on the floor anyway.
But it didn't start until I hit puberty, this was easily the worst period in my life. I never cross dressed I had games and have games for that. But I hate every change, I hate them. My voice, facial and body hair, masculinisation of genitals, broad shoulders, adam's apple, growth of the penis, et cetera. I hated every change, at one point I managed to push it in the back of my mind and stop thinking about it.
At least that's what I thought, it was always there though, my confidence was really low, I kept getting depressed for unknown reasons, I hated having (and still do) erections. It continued until recently. Until I started questioning when I had a word for it. Then I categorised myself as being Bigender. Which is true, but as time went on I became more and more gender dysphoric.... so yeah I hope what I wrote makes sense.