Incest question

They often
Ask me
If I'm gay
With hope
And some lust...
I do not know
What to say.
If I am girl...
A must?
Yes I do
Transit
Yes I take.
Yes estrogen
Is high.
But I do never
Want a sex
Could It be so...
You mind?

Ok you
Do not know me
And see a girl
In dress...
Would you approach
Rough , with pain
And force me into bed?
I do like dresses
Do like tights
And Fashion
And Style.
I do mind questions
Of that type...
But you are always rough
And ask me why
I am hiding gay...
No laugh...
No pleasure
I feel pain.

I feel so angry
and so sad
There is no taste
No tact...
No love
No
Interest
Just
Sex
To drill
My skirt
To f***...

Yes I am mutant
Yes in dress
Not any more a man.
Yes High my body
Estrogen
And lips and breasts feel pain...
I hate your question!
Am I gay?
Not
Never
Nevermind
They still
Think
I am hiding
Truth
And ready
Bent
But shy...

No,
listen,
I was young and strong
Traped
With mad twenty bulls.
Yes they were gays
The sperm has boiled
The penises were long
The dominance
They fight fight fight
And F* and F*
Mad strong...
That eyes
Mad eyes
When you put boy
To suffer cry and tear
I never understood at all.
And never have forgiven.
I never liked sex meal
Yet
The play of dominance
Man never better been
In hole
Same breed and same romance...
Yes I survived
Nobody touched
Me ever to my back
But trust
Was lost forever
Guys
or Gays
Still same the end.
Since than
I never dreamed of sex
I wished to be a girl.
Stop asking me
It is incest.
Not delicate
At all