Blame it on my SO.
She said this evening "You are not a cross dresser. You are woman to me. I wonder what label the world gives you - genetic male, not wanting gender reassignment, all bits functioning as designed, but living 24/7 as a woman and accepted as such". All said warmly and followed by a hug.
I am not one for labels, but she made me think. . . . (actually, she made me into who I am, or more accurately, facilitated me being able to choose how I want to relate to the world).