Hi Vanna,
I'm really sorry to hear about your distress. I know that the mental anguish can be so completely overwhelming. I know you think detransitioning is the way to go and that you'd rather end up being seen as a feminine boy with more friends than a woman without, but in my opinion, that's doing with actions what you don't want to do with words. Instead of telling people up front that you're "special", you avoid the subject. Instead of taking the final step to become a woman, one that will have a large degree of permanence, you find yourself overcome with the fact that you weren't born this way. These are understandable thoughts and I'm not trying to diminish or discourage your choices in any way. However, may I try making an alternative suggestion? Instead of hiding who you are from everyone, try owning it. You are a beautiful, young transwoman. If people have a problem with that, then it's their problem, not yours. I realize this is akin to a second "coming out", but you'd be surprised how accepting and loving people really can be.
You say that you've always thought of yourself as a woman, that you've been happiest as a woman. I think this is a key part of the situation you're going through. It would break my heart to hear that you detransitioned into a form you hated so that you could feel more normal, more carefree, and have more friends. I say this from personal experience. When I was 22, I started transitioning, but got scared when noticeable changes started occurring and stopped. At one point, I called a friend in the middle of the night and couldn't stop bawling, saying that "no one would ever love me." I still continued to be what I thought myself as me (still dressed in a lot of feminine clothing despite not passing), went through several relationships, etc, and thought that I loved being me, but hated feeling so ostracized for my choices. So, I went "straight". I grew a beard, got married, wore lots of plaid, became a "man's man". Honestly, I had more friends and felt outwardly normal, but I hated myself so much on the inside. The sense of wrongness about my body never, ever went away. It was so overwhelming. Everything ended up falling apart, not strictly due to my TG issues, but a small portion may have played a role. My wife and I are separated now and I'm finally ready to admit to myself that transitioning is what I needed all along. Owning that, being open and honest with people I meet, making new friends without the question of who I am and what my goals are has freed me immensely. It's not an easy journey, but I'm so much happier now.
Vanna, I truly hope you can find some balance and happiness, no matter what your decision is. To put things in perspective in a way that I think will help, but won't tell you which path is right, I'd suggest reading "The Tao of Pooh" by Benjamin Hoff. Taoism as a philosophy has helped me along throughout the years in most things I do. Maybe it'll help. I wish you all the best, hon.