if someone else caused my repping, I would develop a seething hatred for them. They wouldn’t leave my mind at all 24/7. They’d live rent free in my personal life, and every time I look at them, I would develop a sickening gut feeling that makes me have to restrain my violent urges on them for fucking up my life. And no one would care. They’d tell me, “oh, it’s not this person’s fault for misleading you, you should’ve done that research yourself!” I’d be left wishing death on them every day. I’d have to live off the fact that either the person could not give a single shit about the consequences of making me rep, or the fact that the person knows their consequences, and is living happily ever after knowing that they have successfully inflicted lifelong torment to me for their enjoyment, or that they managed to further push their agenda about trannies being honbeasts.

But none of that happened to me. I managed to keep my tranny status so secret while repping that No one, absolutely no one ever knew about it. I treated outing myself like a death sentence. Why? Because I thought that trooning out would never fix my voice. Which would of course turn me into a clocky tranny. And look at where I am now. It’s not just my voice ruined, but also many other different aspects of me (height, shoulder width, hip size, breast growth). But at least it was me who caused myself to go through this torture to ruin my life. Because at least I can reflect upon myself about the consequences of my actions. I can’t do that to somebody else. They willfully remain ignorant. And if they do listen, what can they even do? How would they make up for inflicting permanent damage to you? Preferrably jail time. But even then, that’s not how society works. They get nothing. They just get told off. All of that unserved justice makes you seethe for life.