I spent my whole childhood wanting to be a boy. I had three brothers, and all the neighbour children were boys. I had short hair, all my clothes were handed down or "borrowed" from them (my choice). I never wore a dress/skirt or played with dolls. I pretended I was a boy at every opportunity. I went to a residential week with one of my brothers once and begged my parents to tell the people running it I was a boy so could sleep in the boys' dorms.
I remember vividly the day my mum told me that as I was "developing" I had to wear a t-shirt playing soccer. One of the neighbour's parents had complained, apparently. I was 9 or 10, and I was devastated as it was the first time there had ever been a difference made between me and the boys (apart from my abject failure at peeing high up on tree trunks
. I hated my first period and everything else that related to me being a girl.
I was and still am good at traditionally male things - maths, mechanics, ikea furniture, map reading.
My parents waited it out, matter of factly, sympathised with me, never restricted or forced me to do or not do anything.
I'm a heterosexual woman and a mother. Which I suspect I might not have been had I been a child these days.
I think there are many girls/women like me.