I'm pre-T right now as well, and I can relate to this so, so incredibly much. I will say that I'm notttt the most curvaceous afab person in the world; I don't have much of a big chest or hips. My hormone doctor will also be my primary care doc, and since I fudged an appointment with them this month I will have to wait until next month to see them.
This also means that I will (and have been) "rationing" my anxiety and depression meds; and surprisingly what I thought would just be plain depression and unwillingness to participate in daily life; has actually turned into raging anger half the time.
I'm angry that I feel like the universe screwed me over for no good reason, that somehow it didn't see me as "deserving" of the body I should have had. I'm angry that my childhood never will be what it should have been, angry that so many people have and take for granted what I will never get.
I'm never gonna get taller. So yeah. Stunted growth. I'm short, even for an afab person.
I can relate to the dysphoria. I don't pass very well; my voice is so obviously afab that I'm afraid to talk. If one more person refers to me as "she, her, ladies, ma'am, gals, etc" or any variation of combination of related phrases, I'm gonna punch someone.
So yeah. Surprising anger issues.