Is it possible to have discontent with your gender and not be transgender?

(Or genderfluid?)

 

Maybe this poem that I wrote over the course of several days will help.

I just don't get it
I'm such a guy
I don't know what it feels like
But I'll write about it
From my points of view
Maybe somewhere we'll find a clue

There's something marvelous about my small feet
Perfect for some high-heeled shoes
But I'm a man still
What have I done?
What do I do?

Suddenly the change is coming again
I feel so small, I feel so pretend
I feel so elegant, like a fly in a cocoon
But I know that I'll regain myself soon

Just when I'm feeling okay
Reality hits
I try to cry tears from my face
For inside the stream's at an infinite pace
My body thinks that I'm just pretend

But somehow I'm content
It's nothing to repent
The mountain's gone away
Just the little things today

Maybe it goes either way
May be for some it's a ball of clay
Gender is just a coincidence
But sometimes it's like it never goes away.

I wonder what it's like for most
The constant feeling of one or the other
Or the absence of such feeling at all
Maybe it's just the sense
That this is who you're supposed to be

I can sense that gender is something absurd
And at the same time something completely with rationality
I've been on both sides in my mind
I wonder what it'd be like in real life

I guess I have that luxury.