When I came out, my mother said “Nobody assigned you male DNA, you where born with it.” Leaving aside genetics for now, I want to address this:
No, what I was born with was a penis.
As such, society pushed me into a box labled “male.” They tell you how to act; how to feel (or, more often, not); how to dress; how to talk; how to walk; what to wear; how to cut your hair; how to groom yourself; what to do for work; what to do for fun; what to watch; what to buy; who should be your friends; who should be your lovers; and myriad other things.
If you don’t comply, you will be ostracized. You will be mocked. You might even be subject to violence.
Nevertheless, I’m not staying in that box. You can have it back.