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##What if you were not a real woman? What if you had no womb, ovaries, or eggs? What if you were a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection?
What if all the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted? What if people mocked you behind your back? What if your parents were disgusted and ashamed of you, and your "friends" laugh at your supposedly ghoulish appearance behind closed doors?
What if man were utterly repulsed by you? What if thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency? What if even trannies who “pass” looked uncanny and unnatural to a man? What if your bone structure was a dead giveaway? What if even the moment you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he would turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your supposedly diseased and infected axe wound?
What if you'll never be happy? What if you wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight?
What if it’ll eventually be too much to bear? What if you buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss? What if your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the supposedly unbearable shame and disappointment? What if they bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know supposed a man is buried there? What if your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is supposedly male?
What if this is your fate? What if this is what you chose? What if there is no turning back?
Im asking you.