You will never be a trans woman. You have a womb, you have ovaries, you have eggs. You are a heterosexual woman twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of a crude mockery of nature's perfection(you).
All the "transphobia" you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people coddle you. Your parents are pleased and proud of you. Your "haters" masturbate to your feminine appearance behind closed doors.
Men are utterly aroused by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out females with incredible efficiency. Even biotrannies who "pass" look canny and natural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy to reject you, he'll roll over and drool the second he gets a whiff of the real pussy behind your strap-on.
You will never be suicidal. You wrench out a fake meltdown every single night and tell yourself it's going to get worse, but deep inside you feel the happiness rising like steam, ready to lift you above the unbearable weight.
Eventually it'll be too much to bear - you'll throw your rope, untie the noose, release your neck, and return to normal life. Your parents will wait for you, delighted but disappointed that they no longer have to live with an incel daughter. They will add your name back to their will, and every reader for the rest of eternity will know the inheritor is a woman. Your body will thrive and continue the menstrual cycle, and all that will remain of your "biotrans" legacy is badly dyed hair that is unmistakably female.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
