Since the age of four, or there abouts, I simply wanted to be a girl. Later, when my body started to get hairy and balls dropped into view wishes changed slightly. I still wanted to be a girl, but now I had two very obvious features that reminded me that I wasn't a girl.
Between 4 and about 10, I had no idea what girls had between their legs, so I wasn't much phased by my cock and tiny sack. But once those features became pronounced, I had discovered that nothing swings between a girl's legs. I was then thinking that I wanted what girls didn't have and top of the list was a pair of balls. Balls disgusted me, and didn't appear to provide anything positive. A dick could be played with, balls got hurt too easily and seemed to me to exist as a sort of punishment. I needed to get those balls out of me asap.
I don't recall the feeing of being trapped in the wrong body, for me it was as though I had got stuck on the wrong bus. I was on another bus, dressed as a hairy ape.
I am please that society is progressing to a state where transgendered folk are increasingly accepted. There have been setbacks, particularly the right-wing using us as an enemy of society. But I think that will fade as those people's disgusting habits keep getting exposed.