I was gunna transition, but I realized I was going to look like Willem Dafoe in drag. Not that alone would have stopped me, he just kinda looks like my mom there, and I hate that woman.
I just don't want her specter staring back at me from reflective surfaces, as I carelessly cast my unfocused gaze into darkened rooms as I pass by for the rest of my life.
Although, if anyone would come back from the dead to torment me from the shadows for the rest of my natural life, it would be that woman.