

I will never pass.
I am 5'5 (a whopping two inches above average.) If I go a month without shaving, I grow three hairs on my upper lip. If I look hard enough, I can even see hair on my arms.
I started HRT way too late. I spent the night before my 16th birthday in the pharmacy and snatched my E prescription as soon as the clock struck midnight. I did my shot while driving home; I couldn't spend another minute being posioned by the nasty rape hormone. It was still too late. If only I started earlier. HRT does nothing after age 12.
My breasts look like the chest of a deformed fat m*n. My bones are irreversibly mutilated. My skull is reminescent of an early homo er*ctus (censored because its too suggestive. Remembering p*nises exist gives me PTSD aka p*nis traumatic stress disorder). My rib cage might as well have its own gravity. When I look into the mirror I burst into tears: first, because of dysphoria, and second, because I see Harambe staring back at me from the afterlife.
I never get misgendered, and it hurts, because I know they are just pitying me. Nobody could ever see a nasty male freak like me as a woman. They can smell the rape in my DNA. Y chromosome. More like WHY‽‽‽ chromosome.
I will never be a real woman. It's too late for me.