It's time /lgbt/. Confess your sins, write someone a letter, get it off your chest.

I have been on estrogen for ten months, and my boyfriend still can't physically dominate me despite being ten inches taller and 45 pounds heavier. I'm built like a brick shithouse, compact, dense, killing machine. I am an automaton of muscle and bone. My ribs are wide, my shoulders are wide, and my facial structure resembles a neanderthal. When I visit family, I am called upon to aid in manual labor. I was made for close quarters combat. I was supposed to be the guy beating enemy soliders to death in the trenches with a shovel. I naturally maintain this state of being in the absense of testosterone and with little exercise. I will never so much as resemble a woman, and the only thing that I can hope for is a continued state of being as male, forever, until I give up.