I don't think jealousy quite describes it...I tend to lash out at the ciswomen in my life sometimes. When they're trying to console me during a bad bout of dysphoria-induced depression, I wind up saying things like "You wouldn't know! You're happy with your body!" or "Easy for you to say! You don't have to live with this like I do!"...
...thankfully, I have some really freakin' awesome friends. It just bounces right off them and they go right to reminding me that my body has nothing to do with me being a woman. I even have a fully-lesbian (and I mean RAGING lesbian) friend who flirts with me from time to time to help pick me back up. I brought it up one day ("Why do you flirt with me? I'm not built right, after all...") and her response was, "I don't give a crap how you're built, you ditz, you're a woman and that makes you fair game".

I really do love that gal.