I have an issue with the phrase, "a woman in a man's body".
In the first place, is there a particularly womanly soul? e.g. If I have a woman's soul, I automatically like pink and I paint my nails and I like to wear frilly dresses.
If I produce more testosterone than estrogen, I cannot like pink. The notion is biologically incomprehensible. My brain will be inclined to blow up or my hormones will go haywire and I'll find myself speckled with acne.
If I want to be girly, I must not have a penis. I must spend loads of money to chop it off in surgery. Only a woman's body can encompass a woman's soul.
Maybe the Ceiling Cat has a surplus of men's bodies.
(Or is it some society pressure sorta thing again?)
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