I don't really consider myself overly dysphoric about anything much, certainly my (real) hair is nowhere near as lovely, lush and long as I'd like and I really wish my beard was gone yesterday. But that's the extent of body related gender dissonance anyway.
However, I realised the other day there's a very specific thing about still presenting as male that's really disturbing to me... so much so I feel panic, despair, disgust, anger and a whole bunch of other things all crammed into one when I think about it possibly coming to pass. So I guess that is my dysphoria... rolled into a tiny little ball of something extremely unpleasant. I feel kind of silly about it, but it's a big deal to me - I'm clearly going to have to discuss it more with my shrink!
Simply put it is a communal loo/toilet/bathroom issue. But not all of them... I actually feel OK about having to go to the Mens when I'm out in public presenting as male, I'd really rather not but if I have no choice (and given my bladder is apparently the size of a walnut it is common that I don't have a choice) then I will use the Mens, as quickly as possible. No, it's not any ol' loo/toilet/bathroom full of strangers all pissing up against the wall... but the work/office loos? That's a different matter. To be more precise, it's the ones we'll have at the new offices we're likely to be moving to in April. Currently our work loos are (mostly) unisex... they're all single stall/single user anyway so it makes no difference. But at the new office there will be Male & Female toilets - it sounds dumb I know but the thought of having to use the Men's fills me with so much despair and dread I just can't think rationally or straight about it, let alone understand why I feel that way about it. Given that I hadn't anticipated going full time until late May/early June that could potentially leave feeling me in a real bind... except we will apparently also have a uni-sex loo for people in wheelchairs so I've reasoned I can at least use that one instead of the Mens. So much relief at that thought, you have no idea!
So yeah... believe it or not, that's my dysphoria hotspot... of all the things to be phobic and fixated on! I can only guess that maybe I feel this way because I so strongly identify with the other women at work, being required to use the male loo is tantamount to being told "doesn't matter how much you identify with us, you're still a 'guy'". I feel kind of nuts for even typing that (...not sure yet if I'm going to hit the post button...)

(...apparently I did...!)