I remember one desperate day when I had had it. I called my therapist and left a pathetic message. When he called back, I told him how I was feeling and said what you just said: "I don't WANT to be a transsexual." And he said something like, "Well, I don't know of a single transsexual who WANTS to be trans." He made me laugh through my tears. I knew what he meant; given a choice before birth, would any of us have said, "Oh, yes, please! I want to be a transsexual! Pretty please!"
But people learn to value it. Later, at a support group, the icebreaker was, "If you had your choice and could start over again, would you choose to be cis or trans?" Maybe I was in a very idealistic group, but I think every person but me said that he or she would choose trans.
There might have been one other person who felt the same way I did, but I really think I was the lone holdout. Then I was told, "Well, you weren't given the choice of male or female. If you chose cis, you would be born cis male OR cis female--luck of the draw. You wouldn't get to choose your gender, but you would be happy with it."
Well, that gave me pause. My transsexuality has been such a pervasive force in my life that I couldn't even imagine being happy as a female. It's a completely foreign concept. The thought of a fifty percent chance of being born cis female just horrified me. It's not who I am. How could it be?
So I guess I choose trans after all. But grudgingly. Because I still don't wanna be a transsexual.