I don't usually share this, but . . . .
I always felt the trans*ness and I do not remember any time in my life that it wasn't there. Add to that, I was one of those people who never quite passed as male. I was taunted and beaten up in junior high and high school and accused of being really a girl or being ftm. Even as an adult, I continually heard that I must be gay because I seemed very female or simply that "there's something very female about you that I can't put my finger on." I learned to be somewhat good at filtering every gesture I made, but not at learning male body language. I got good at most of the time filtering out the girly stuff from my conversations, but still had women do things like stop me and say "wait. . . I wanna know why you can do girltalk."
At one point, I learned that my body produced only tiny amounts of testosterone. I don't remember the exact numbers, but it was something like maybe 10% of what I was supposed to have. Whatever the number was, it was only a bit higher than what a ciswoman normally has. So I started taking T. And I found that it made me incredibly edgy. I simply could not tolerate getting up to a level above what a 90 year old man would have without freaking out and going totally bonkers. And this may be why E affects me so profoundly and so quickly--or at least that's what my doctor thinks.
I had a girlfriend who never could understand why sex with her never interested me. And she used to always express amazement that I had basically all female friends, some of whom were quite beautiful, but there was obviously nothing going on there either. And she used to speculate about the possibility that I was trans*.
I quit the T because I just couldn't handled its mental effects anymore. Later on, my girlfriend and I broke up for unrelated reasons. I relaxed for a while. Then I started thinking about what would come next. And I noticed that I had let her get close to me and she could see the trans*ness. And I decided that I basically had a choice--make peace with that part of myself, or keep hiding it and never let anyone be close to me again.
I have never had a crossdresser phase. For me that would have been as silly as trying to resolve my gender identity conflict by Going fishing. Crossdressing simply had nothing to do with my issues because my issues have nothing to do with clothes. And I did not embark on it wanting to transition either. In fact, I wanted not to. But it became pretty clear that transitioning was the only option for me to make that peace. And the more I really looked at the issue and inside of myself, the more obvious that became. So . . . here I am. Rather reluctantly, but I must admit it does seem to work for me.
I'm much better at being a woman than I ever was at being a guy. And the role and the life and everything else fit me much better too.
I guess I actually went from being a "don't want to" to being a "need to." Don't know where that really puts me in terms of typical stories or atypical ones. As a matter of fact, the only thing I know is that I am especially hoping I will not get a +1 for this post. But that's the story for me. Minus many details, of course.