When I was 3 (In 1969) I got to go play with other kids on the block. It just so happened that I chose girls to play with. Heck, they thought i was just another girl anyway. I looked like one with short hair. Yep, I got in trouble for not finding boys to play with.
When I found boys to play with it wasn’t fun.
After bedtime, I would wrap a bed sheet around myself and pretend it was a dress. It was the best I could do. When my adoptive parents put on beauty pageants on TV, the dysphoria hit hard. I could only wish I could grow up to be like them.
It got even worse by the time I got into Kindergarten. By then, the school was calling home because I played more with the girls than the boys. The boys only wanted to beat me up.