In the past, the more I tried to be a regular male, the louder the "woman inside" screamed to be let out!
Then came the day when I gave up and decided to let "her" out and have free reign.
To my surprise, "she" didn't take over and drive my life into the ditch. Instead, "she" sort of merged with "him" and they became the "me" that I am now.
Day-to-day, people probably don't notice that much difference but I can tell that I'm less timid, a bit more sociable, and don't waste my efforts trying to fit in with the alpha-type males. In a social setting, I'm more likely to find myself chatting with the ladies about the kids, or the recipe for their brownies than with the the man talking about sports or cars.
At home, I'm more comfortable in something feminine and only my wife's discomfort level stops me from doing more than I do.
So - did the "woman inside" fail to show up? Did I kill her off? Or am I now a conjoined (spiritual) twin? Dunno. Either way, I'm better than I was before.