Dreams in which I am a girl just living my life are the best ones I ever have. In them I am contented, at ease. Things are the way they're supposed to be, and all is right with the world.
That said, I don't respond well to thinking about this in the waking world. I just end up getting angry the more I think about how much I've lost and how much more I'm going to lose. I'm always very grateful for dreams where I'm just a girl and that's it, no one questions it. It's an escape from all the pain and anger I've built up over my life. Pain and anger that wouldn't be likely as abundant had I been born with a female body from the outset. I'm getting angry now, so I'm going to stop before I start ranting about how much I hate pretty much everything without meaning it.