A day in the life...
Every night I go to bed and pray to whatever holy entity might be up there, that when I wake my body will finally match my mind. That I will no longer be female, but male. And every morning I wake and became agnostic yet again. Surely if there were a 'god', it would fix its mistakes.
Every morning I have to bind these twin lumps on my chest and dress in layers, no matter the temperature, because binding doesn't make me completly flat.
Every morning I look in my bathroom mirror only to see a femine face, that gives my sex away no matter what I do.
Every morning I hit the gym and have to rush home to wash up before work because even though everyone knows me as a guy there, I still have a girl's body.
Every afternoon on my way to work I drop off the bag of clothes my mother leaves at my house every day in hopes of me one day dressing like my biological sex again.
Every afternoon at work I have to deal with customers who are confused as to why I look male but sound female, making me silent