I've had similar extremely intense Male-Female-Male-Female...... feelings early on. Looking back now it is safe to say:
A) I had No Clue at all what actually living breathing female for me would be or is like. All I had was a pathetic image in a mirror that poorly aligned with my internal image. Forget about being out in the real world. The wounds from my previous 'experiments' 30 years earlier took a very long time to sort of heal
B) Being male was really all I knew and TBH mostly
had to feel, out of survival. It was mostly an automatic, trained reflex. Pretty simple when you think about it. A few grunts, angry explosion. Down a six-pack or two

C) Staying male was the simple, safe, comfortable route. As I like to say, No sane person
Wants to be TG!
Any wonder there are EXTREME "WTF Am I Doing

" swings? Couple that with the Shame & Guilt twins sitting on your shoulder shouting into one ear, while this quiet, serene sounding voice whispers what scares you more then anything else, even death?
No matter how hard I try to wish otherwise, I am not "male", I am a female in my heart and soul. However, that is not stopping me from going out and changing the alternator in my car that died last night. It's part of who I am as much as being girlie-girl. Whenever a serious thought passes through me about stopping this craziness as I stand on the corner of Hopelessness and Futility, the pain of never seeing or being Joanne is too painful.
I had a really low personal point a few months back on the heels of a series of disasters that in a dark mood I easily went to "Even fate is against me". After a few days it suddenly hit me "I do want to NOT Be Able to transition". I absolutely cannot allow that option to be taken off the table, any more then I cannot allow myself to devolve back into that lifeless, soulless thing I was.