Please excuse me posting my thoughts, something that haunted me when I was in my early and midteens, and now my family thinks my past imagined horrors are so silly they just dismiss it. I know that it is an unreal ghost, but for me it was once so real.
As I went through puberty, both sets of my labia and especially my clitoris became so large I believed that I was intersexed, or an hermaphrodite (although being associated with a god seemed not so bad). My older sister calling me a freak certainly reinforced the idea. I was scared that my clit would keep growing (it did) and turn into a penis (it didn't). I was afraid that I would just need to hide it forever, that no one would ever want to love me in a physical way. It sometimes kept me awake at night and gave me stomach aches at school.
Long story short, although my breasts are small and I appear muscular (only because I have low body fat), I never developed any other male characteristics. My voice is high, my nipples large, I have sparse body hair, and even now over thirty, I look like a girl. The first person to go Down There was Red; he was eager, I was horny and to my surprise he loved it, just loved it. (Red knew that I was a virgin, and it helped that he started by doing oral on me and that I had been opening my vagina up for years by using tampons and inserting my fingers when masturbating.) Now fourteen years, four more guys and numerous women later, they all have liked it, enjoyed it (as have I) and I am proud of whatever it is, is Down There. For a while, however, it was a personal hidden nightmare.
Or woman has ever complained. Amazing how important that is to making us feel good about it.