You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of natureâs perfection.
All the âvalidationâ you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your âfriendsâ laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who âpassâ look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, heâll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself itâs going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually itâll be too much to bear - youâll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Theyâll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably male.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
Tranny (in all his hulking autistic glory): LET ME INTO THE GIRLS BATHROOM NOWWWW
Me: YWNBAW
Tranny: 41%
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