He slowly took off his wig and then even

He slowly took off his wig and then even more slowly, his false eyelashes. Gosh it hurt so he tried yanking it off and then he started screaming cos his original eyelashes came off

blood poured into his eyes. Cross dressing sucked. It wasn't fabulous like everyone thought. You had to be outwardly grand, but inside, your body ached from contortion. He wished

the masses were smart enough to realize that he neither looked nor felt fabulous. After transvestism, he didn't understand why WOMEN wore women's clothing. And the shoes SUCKED.

Experimenting with his .. or her . Gender had been a failure. Being a Women wasn't easy

as he was now pregnant. "You'll be giving birth via your penis," said the midwife. "Are you sure?" he replied. "Don't worry, we'll patch you up after. You don't hear women complain

when they're sleeping or when they have their mouths full, do you?" At this point he knew what had to be done. He got up and dove head first into a pile of freshly raked leaves.

under the leaves, little to his expectation, was some very sharp sticks. "poor child" says death as he removes his lifeless body from the pile of leaves

to lay him next to the pearly gates. But a loud voice shouted, "NOT YET! Return this little boy to his parents IMMEDIATELY!" Death protested, "But they've already had the funeral!"

"You can sort it out." "Alright, alright. But this isn't very funny." "Well then wrap him in a sheet & have him act like a ghost." "Eh. Say something funny, kid." "I have to pee."