You will always be a real woman. You have a womb, you have ovaries, you have eggs. You are a beautiful creation of a loving God, a perfect and accurate reflection nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is genuine and kind-hearted. Behind your back people praise you. Your parents are delighted and proud of you, your “friends” laugh lovingly at your adorable quirks and foibles.
Men are utterly entranced by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out genuine articles with incredible efficiency. Even tomboys who “pass” look graceful and enchanting to a man. Your lithe, delicate bone structure is a dead giveaway. And if you manage to get a guy home with you, he’ll drop to one knee and propose to you the second he gets a whiff of your lovely feminine scent.
You will always be happy. You’ll beam out a genuine smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, and you feel joy springing within you like a weed, ready to lift you up towards the sky.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll pass of old age surrounded by a loving family. Your children will see you go, heartbroken but grateful for the amazing job you did raising them, and the love you showed to your grandchildren. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a woman is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy will be generations and generations of wonderful, vital life.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
