/lit/ - Literature

Hi Hons! Just wanted to share a little something with you!

You will never pass! Your skull, hip and shoulder shape will never change. You have to have narrow shoulders, use a waist trainer, get plastic surgery so you finally have a feminine chin, nose, cheekbones and round forehead, feminine brow ridge and lips. You need a mouth that wasnt huge like a normal man's; men have bigger mouths, bigger noses, bigger heads, bigger ears, stronger eyebrow ridges, bigger teeth, bigger chins and bigger jaws.

The bone structure in your hands and feet is and always will be different. Even your calves and thighs look different to ours because your muscle mass is different. Your feet are bigger in correlation to your calves. Your heels are bigger. Your chest will always be wider; that is why it will always look off when you have breast implants. You will always need to wear a collar or get your adams apple somehow surgically removed or changed. Even your hip shape and ass shape is noticeably different.

Because of stomach muscles, your stomach will always look different to a woman's stomach. Your wrists will never be small and deinty no matter how much weight you lose, they will be boney and big

Then, your behavior. The only way anyone wouldn't be suspicious that you are indeed a man is if you completely exaggerate your personality and wear all things girly and have a pure pink room (sound familiar?) Real women can wear a hoodie and shorts and are called "cute" by others because they still look like real women.

You will never fully grasp what it's like to be female or how to behave female. Even if you get hormones, you do not feel empathy like a woman. You do not feel love like a woman. You do not see art and beauty like a woman. You see it through the eyes of a man on hormonal drugs.

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 nature’s perfection.

They're not. They're obsessed with the Anima image they imprint onto women. They're like Narcissus, in love with a facet of their own psyche. They spend the first half of their life idolozing and pining for women. Then they realise women don't match up to this ideal and they spend the rest of their lives bitter over them.

I'm a published author but a rather controversial one, so I like the anonymity of /lit/