I'm told that during my first weeks in utero I was a female, and then a chromosome sent me along a different developmental path.
I survived birth, and about eleven years later Ma and Pa Nature replaced my blood with hormones.
What a ride that started.
In my upper 50s I noticed that I was pursuing women with less enthusiasm.
In my 70s I started developing a girlish figure; I grew boobs.
A few years ago a woman told me I have A-cup boobs.
Some ancient people had a god they called the Trickster.
Move over, Flying Spaghetti Monster.
I'm pretending it was neither a birth defect nor a mental illness, as some lesbians insist.
I've been telling women for years that I'm really a lesbian. This idea isn't going over very well with them, I'm supposing because of the benefits I would recieve. They need to look at both sides here.
go jogging and jiggle them boobs!
Embrace whatever shape your body takes. Nature likes to play with us.