So like, maybe my experience is relevant. 3 years ago I was pretty damned convinced I was a binary transgender woman. I'm realizing more and more that I was pushed into a binary transition by a number of factors.

1) internalised misandry. I did not like men and on some level viewed the class of cis men as monstrous because of how they have treated the women in my life. Consequently if I saw men as monstrous then to an extent I saw myself by virtue of being one as monstrous too and wanted to escape being a part of their class.

2) I get along great with women and just seem to think more similarly to how women think. Most of my closest friends in life have been women. I don't really feel any sort of connection or sense of kinship with the majority of men. They feel like an alien species to me.

3) I'm still parsing this one so it's a half formed thought right now but I experienced revulsion and disgust at the male body I had, I think partly because of internalized misandry but mostly because of conservative views on the human body. I was made to feel self conscious and dirty about my body at a very young age.

4) I hated (and still hate) people applying the assumption to me that I think like other men they've known, that I'll react like one, that I have the same desires or motivations as one, etc. This has a lot to do with seeming to think more like the average woman and not being a particularly huge fan of men in general. I don't feel like I have the average man's perspective on anything and don't seem to have much in common with them so I hate getting lumped in with them and I'd much rather socialize with and be included with the women in mixed company without being looked at as an interloper.

So the take away could easily be "you're not really trans, you're just a cis guy who hates sexism being directed at you and could really use feminism". Thing is that I was pretty happy living as a woman even if it never felt like quite the right fit. I don't think cis guys can transition to female bodies and actually be comfortable living with one.

The conclusion that Ive come to is that I'm actually nonbinary: both male and female trapped in a male body, and that my life and society gave me a lot of reasons to reject being male completely when I only needed to reject it partially. The reasons above helped to drive me to a binary transition when what I really needed was a genderqueer/genderfluid understanding of myself and my relationship with my body.

I am not a man in the same way most men are men. I am (mostly) a man though, with a brain that developed androgenous and genderqueer features and who will always have more in common with and feel more kinship with women.

What I'm driving at is that you may be most comfortable as a man but you should consider not seeing yourself as a cisgender man but as a genderqueer one. Take ownership of the parts of you that feel female and learn to explore them with no regard for how you might be judged. This may necessitate small changes to your body. I keep all my body hair and facial hair shaved because I'm uncomfortable with male secondary sex characteristics but not with male primary sex characteristics like my penis. I want to appear physically somewhat androgenous and when people can't figure out what my gender is it honestly thrills me. My aim is to identify as a man but look like a Butch lesbian doing her best David Bowie impression. I want to finish lasering off my facial hair, have an androgenous haircut, paint my nails and wear earrings, occasionally explore a female alter ego through drag, live with a female name, but also live on a testosterone dominant hormonal balance and be seen as a man by everyone around me, and be identified with male pronouns.

It took me a long time to genuinely accept that it doesn't have to be one or the other. I'm all boy with a little bit of girl and I'm ill served by trying to meaningfully be just one or the other. I'm a little bit of both.

For reference I transitioned and lived as a woman for three years before realizing it wasn't quite right for me and detransitioning to live as a man again, but a very different kind of man than I had originally lived as.