Transsexual bullshit, pt2
Sometimes I have a dream where another man is holding me, stroking my hair and telling me everything is going to be alright. His arms are strong, and so are mine but he is stronger than me. When I wake up I can feel my flat chest underneith my b****** and I feel a c*** between my legs like a phantom limb, and I remember that no man will ever hold me like that, and if he did we wouldn't fit together like puzzle pieces because I'm a girl not a real boy and if a man did hold me it would be so strange and disgusting and sometimes kinky but mostly disturbing. Whenever a man hugs me around the waist I feel like it should be slimmer and we should fit together like we're the same.