Ordinary

I still regularly went to plenty of TG Fiction sites on the web long after my own transformation. I surfed through plenty of images on caption sites of women with unrealistic proportions and bimboized brains in their heads. Then I often found myself looking in the mirror. I never felt pretty enough in comparison.

But when I was given the chance to transform, I could’ve picked the bleached blonde type with giant balloons on my chest; I didn’t want that. Maybe that’s why I was given the opportunity when so many other guys are passed over. I didn’t ask for a lot; I just wanted to be a plain, ordinary woman.

I ran an A/B asking people who they’d rather swap with, my own face or a stereotyped blonde bombshell of version of myself. I lost by a 60 point margin to the glossy version. It was the kind of thing that always made me feel not pretty enough, yet somehow I knew I was exactly as pretty as I wanted to be.