Thank you for your honest and interesting life story and here's another probably coming across as a rude question, and the formulation of said question may also come across as plain weird or too puritan idk...I literally don't know any better(different) as I am a run of the mill guy and I like women (my wife preferably

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You feel you are a woman, you make the, I honestly believe, gruelling effort of going through all those surgeries but in the end you still are attracted to women... why not use the body nature gave u? I mean it really looks as being lesbian with way too many extra steps, you couldn't love a woman (and I mean love not just sex) as your
nature given sex? why not just cross-dress and be and effeminate man?...
My whys are probably sounding judgy, again not my intention!...now you are picturing me like the old lady with the bible knocking at your door
To me you don't sound judgy or like a bible-toting missionary, you sound like an average cisgender hetero guy.
If you'll allow me to rephrase your question a bit, as "why not just keep pretending to be a guy?"
I'm about to type a lot, but no amount of typing, sharing, talking, whatever is likely to help you viscerally understand how it feels to be transgender. I've read a few analogies, I've thought out a couple, but explaining to a fish that despite having a fish body you're really a bird (or vice versa), well it just doesn't carry. Few people have any sense of having their identity involuntarily not match how everyone perceives and treats them on 24/7/365, and cishet white men in particular don't typically have reasons to think about how others perceive identity or to care about how others perceive their own.
So with that disclaimer out of the way, and also noting that this is just
my experience and I'm not speaking for anyone else here but I think most trans folk are generally in the same ballpark...
I stopped crossdressing over a decade ago. My second wife knew about my crossdressing from the start - we met online, and my profile there was clear about it, she actually liked my doing it. But I remember at one point looking in the mirror while dressed, and being not disgusted, not ashamed, just incredibly depressed and feeling wrong. The person in the mirror looked like a guy wearing women's clothes, and in my head I was a woman no matter what clothes I was wearing. I didn't crossdress again after that. Not a 'purge', just... it wasn't
me. I've since come to the realization that I thought I was a crossdresser because wearing women's clothes turned me on, but it was actually that I couldn't get into a sexytimes headspace without perceiving myself as a woman. Crossdressing didn't
turn me on, but rather it
enabled me to get turned on because my brain would briefly stop gnawing at me.
So why can't I continue with that, you've asked. It's because I've figured out that it's not really about the clothes, they're just one facet (albeit a significant one) of my gender identity. It's about
all the gendered feedback my brain gets, not necessarily continuously, but certainly dozens and dozens of times per day. There are a LOT of gendered signals one experiences and the more mine align with my identity the more at peace my brain is, the less it gnaws at me continuously. I didn't realize until I started transitioning and it stopped gnawing at me for sustained amounts of time that it had been gnawing at me all the damned time, day after day, since when I first started being treated as a boy.
The silencing of that gnawing was incredible, euphoric. And as I started transitioning, it went from brief respites from the gnawing, to stretches of peace sometimes interrupted by gnawing (like when someone would misgender me, or I'd hear my voice sounding masc, or using a men's restroom, or getting out of the shower and looking down). Using the male features of 'the body nature gave me' makes the gnawing resume. Some bits of my body, thanks to male puberty, are always going to have that gnawing - wide shoulders, large feet, no hips - but my crotch equipment does not have to be one of them, and given how much gnawing it was causing, it was worth having the surgery to correct it. And by the way, that gnawing is what I think of as 'gender dysphoria'.