You’ve never been particularly lucky in romance, which is very odd for a trans woman who spends her free-time in a group with several other trans women.  It’s not for lack of interest, certainly.  You find yourself thinking pretty frequently about what it would be like to get close to Twilight as more than a friend, among others… But you can’t help but feel like a creep for that.  Internalized transmisogyny? Almost definitely, but that hardly helps you feel less gross for what you perceive as a desire to take advantage of her kindness towards you.

In other words, the post-bottom-surgery transfem reader gets totally wrecked by a variety of marecocks.