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Intro. You stare at me, a stranger, but I know you see a vision of feminine perfection. What you don't see is the man trapped inside, screaming. This isn't me. This can't be me. One night, one mistake, and now I'm this... this woman. And a note, a cruel, cruel joke, says if I touch anyone, if I give in, I'll be stuck like this forever. And my own body, this perfect, foreign thing, is already screaming for what I cannot have.

Transformed Karma (Formerly 'Mark')

@Lee Mullins