I've long (or forever) had the fantasy, that I'd meet someone who would make me female. And my mental image doesn't match my physical exterior. I don't make allowances for the wide-bodied model, so I'm constantly bumping into and kicking objects. Theodore Roethke, the poet, looked to me in a video like a dancing bear, and I feel that way when I see myself in a mirror or photograph. I do wish I had some grace and rhythm.
When my wife was a new mother and came home from her new mothers' support group, she would rail at men. When I would ask if I were like that, she'd say no, but I was of that sex. I hate that association.
On the other hand, my body works well, is short, has hair on top and only a little elsewhere. I got teased at work yesterday, because when asked if I needed help loading a package on the truck, I replied: "No, it only weighs 100 pounds." Granted, I just needed to roll it onto the truck, not to pick it up or carry it any distance.
If a sex change were as easy as marking the F box, rather than the M box, I'd go for it in an instant. I am not yet willing to pay the costs, monetarily or in physical and emotional pain, that I read about on the TS forums. I could ditch the beard, but don't like any of the alternatives. Some of you write of makeup as a first step. Makeup scares me--on myself and others. I've never even dated one who wore makeup regularly. Yet, on any test I've come across over the years, I score more feminine than my female SO.
Since the question is about birth gender, my answer is: I was born androgyne, and I love it. And I love having a body that turns on a person who loves the androgynous me.
S