A Middle-Aged Man in His Forties Became a Worn-Out TS Queen Bee

Misfortune never knocks. It kicks the door in—all at once.

Infidelity. Divorce. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Unemployment. And a goddamn genetic disease that rewrote even my identity as a man.

I have to go back. I have to claw my way past the stranger I keep becoming—and return to the son who loves me, the one still waiting for me to come home.