While He’s A Woman
While he’s a woman he wants to be sexy, admiring himself in the mirror, wearing clothes that highlight his assets—pantyhose + a bra which makes his tits look bigger, which makes him feel sexy, maybe look sexy—or ridiculous, because while he’s a woman he cares about what he looks like to other people—even especially to other women, because while he’s a woman he looks at other women and compare himself, and mostly thinks he’s not as attractive, but sometimes while he’s a woman he thinks, Well, at least I’m more attractive than her.
But mostly while he’s a woman he doesn’t feel confident at all, craving attention from women, or men, or certain men anyways, but those men he would do anything for, like get on his knees, or all fours, or send pics of himself, which he knows they might share with their friends, because while he’s a woman he understands that men would want more attractive women, so he’s grateful to get anything, because while he’s a woman he wants to lose control and feel a man’s weight on top of him so he cant breathe or say no though he would tell them anything—even tho in reality he’s scared of men and their danger.
And anyway while he’s a woman he doesn’t do things that really fulfill him, losing time talking to crazies, spending too much on clothes and make up and time and even if he does feel like he looks decent he’s scared to go out in public, so while he’s a woman, alone in his apartment, with no one to look good for, is when he feels most lonely.
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