I voted for response #3. If I search my soul, I find that something inside led me to crossdressing. Rather than crossdressing leading me to some form of womanhood. It was there before I slipped on my older sister’s nightgown that very first time. It’s there now.
Fifty years ago, transgender wasn’t a thing, but I’ll have to say, that I was never “all male”. I don’t feel like a woman trapped in a man’s body, but rather a 50/50, or maybe, honestly, 40/60 female/male mix. Although sometimes the mix may be 60/40 female/male, or even 90/10 or 10/90, depending on god-knows-what. And the proportions are never separated, but instead, it’s like they’ve been thrown in a blender.
So, whether I’m just underdressed in panties, or fully en femme, I have the feelings of both parts.
I wonder how many of you experience your femininity this way.