Chantal185: What life?
So, I'm taller than you. Great

. I'm gonna have trouble, because I'm above the average height, even for guys. I tend to try to laugh it away - "I'm glad I'm as tall as I am, or my feet wouldn't reach down to the ground!" But the truth is, it bothers me.
I'm also quite feminine-looking already, and have on occasion been gendered female when presenting as male. Hell, a couple of times guys have even tried to hit on me. So, in that regard I'm probably quite well off. But, of course, when I look in the mirror I generally just see a testosterone-scarred wretch.
I have a few things that keep me going. First is my family - if I were to die, they might never recover, so for their sake, I have to carry on. The second is my burial - if I'm gendered male in the final remembrance, I'm not gonna be remembered at all. In fact, it'd be worse than just not being remembered - it'd be like everybody deliberately ignored me to focus on the death of an imaginary person; a final indignity which I would have no defence against. So I can't die yet. The third is pure spite - the world is trying to break me, has already pushed me close to some form of breaking point, but neither the world nor society nor the laws of physics themselves will be allowed to dictate my fate. I will survive just so that I by my transition can make a mockery of the entire universe. If I ever have another moment of happiness, I will know that that moment was a small measure of revenge for my incarceration in this life, and so that moment will be even sweeter.
And, finally, stubbornness - who am I to give up?
But when my life ends, and the "Play again?" message pops up, I'm clicking "No".
FalllingStar: Yes, you're right - I
do resent you. And I feel the same way about pregnant women that you do.
Janet Lynn: Yes, that's how things are going for me, too. Although I'm contractually obligated to inform you that I resent you for being that far along in transition.
Helena: I know, and it
drives me crazy! Also, obliged to inform you, etc., etc.