Plutonium

I will never be a real woman. I have no womb I have no ovaries I have no eggs. I'm a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of natures perfection. all the validation I get is two faced and half hearted. Behind my back people mock me, my parents are disgusted and ashamed of me. My friends laugh at my ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. Men are utterly repulsed by me, thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds within credible efficiency. Even trannys who pass, look uncanny and unnatural to a man. My bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if I manage to get a drunk guy home with me he'll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of my diseased infected axewound. I will never be happy. I wrench out a fake smile every morning and tell myself it'll be okay.