I think I am different again. I never had the feeling that I was in the wrong body, because looking back, I never knew really what body should have been the right one. I had no real gender identity. Early in my life, I liked to play with the toys of my older sister, but also liked my cars, etc. But I was told that I was a boy, and I tried to be a boy as good as I could. My dysphoria manifested itself by me not being as boyish as my peers. I also was not really interested in the rough boy type games, and drifted towards girls a little more. Later I had my best friend, who was also the same kind of wimpy guy as I was, and we did our own stuff (we remained best friends through our entire life, he died 6 years ago on kidney cancer). Looking back, I think he was either intersex as I was, or at least trans without knowing it. My friend never got married either.
I tried to be as good as a man as I could, and I had, I think, a normal sex drive and was 100% hetero. Everything went fine in our marriage, but like somebody said earlier, I was never really the person who initiated sexual intercourse, I was always just fine with all the foreplay, etc. Until, almost over the course of a few days, I was not able to sexually perform anymore (today I know that this was the time I underwent my female menopause - but at that time I did not even know that I was intersex, and I did not even know that something like intersex or transgender was existing). Eventual, this caused a lot of anger, etc. And our marriage finally broke apart over the entire anger situation. My wife was the last person in my life I ever had any sexual interaction with. I slowly drifted into an asexual condition after she left. She was the love of my life, and I did not allow any other woman to come close enough to me to interfere with my self dictated celibacy. Over time I lost any sexual interests at all, and my libido went away pretty much. I still did not know that I was intersex or would be trans.
The loss of my ability to function as a man, was just another "male fail" for me.
At about this time I was always a female in all of my dreams. And the part of my body, I saw most of the time, was my vulva. I never had any sexual interactions in my dreams, I just was running around the world with an exposed vulva (talking about stupid dreams!). Anyway, the first idea that I was a little different came to me when my breasts started to grow. First I thought they were men boobs, but they continued to grow even though I was pretty slim and trim. I went to my physician about it, and all the testing started, and they found out all the different things about my body, which finally explained why I was the way I am. By that time, I was asexual for quite some time already.
Being trans came to me late last year (or in reality, it probably started with my dreams? Like 10 or 15 years ago?). But late last year I wanted to be a woman, and I wanted to be a woman as fast as I could become one!
Anyway, whenever my transition started, I was asexual long before that.
But I do not really feel like most of you, because I never had a real male body anyway, because my body was largely female to start with, I just had the wrong plumbing. My boobs are growing, because I am currently ending my puberty, and I feel more like reclaiming my original body rather than transitioning into a female body.
Does that make sense?
I do not see any sign that I will not continue to be asexual, and I hope very much so, because being asexual, life is way easier, and a lot of pressure and stress is not there anymore. If I would become sexual again, I think I would be as lesbian as they come! And if one considers that I probably was (as they tell me) all my life 2/3 female and 1/3 male, I was nothing but a lesbian all my life!