I understand completely, I repressed it for years. Hated myself, hated my body. I was always down, wished to die. I began to think about ways to take care of it and that's when I called for help. Unfortunately, I was unable to speak about my Gender Dysphoria. Years have gone by and I'm still seeing a therapist. I used to think every day about how easy to would be to end it. I even almost died in January (not my fault), and I was furious that I did not. Then I worked up the nerve to tell someone, anyone, for the first time. That was just days ago. Here. In my intro post.
Everyone's been so friendly and helpful. And, of course, actually admitting to the problem was so fantastic. I've been happier than I can ever remember being. I've gone from someone who found the very idea of transition insurmountable to seriously considering how I'm going to get it done.
You're not the same as everyone else, but that doesn't make you a freak or a monster. No one is the same as anyone else. You're not stupid and your friend (as well meaning as that friend is) can't know what's going on inside of you. You are male. It's okay.
Lex is right, you have to find your way, and you've already taken the first step. Good job.

You are family now. You my brother. There is so much love and support here.
::hugs::
-maggie