#patrick bateman is QUAKING

[rdlain]

tbh I have a soft spot for that "color me beautiful/metamorphosis kibbe" shit: as a wee middle schooler entering high school with the outside pressure to be feminine having broken thru my asperger defense system (aka my mean middle school friends staging an intervention telling me I looked like shit not wearing makeup lol) , I found those books at my grandmas and was shook all "aHA! the rules of femininity written out! It's clear! categorial! concise! follow this and I'll be normie-passing! oh how my mean friends will be so pleased~" so took it home with me and memorized the shit out of them.

consequently spent first half of freshman year looking like an avon lady straight out of 1986 before realizing it was stupid and switched to my true style i.d.....alice glass expy, flannel nd docs

[zekhromss]

the gender euphoria of looking like Girl but your name being Boy. looking forward to that for the rest of my life. "oh sorry this is-"

"oh, for lukas?" i say in my versace 2006 silk blouson with the chanel boots. the arena goes silent. the CEO is quaking. he laughs and asks to see my government issued ID. surely this is one of those sjw feminists who identifies as an attack helicopter.

i slide my ID over effortlessly like patrick bateman. he picks it up with his sweaty hands. looks it over. his face goes pale as it hits the legal name. the gender marker M. he meets my fenty beauty beat face. he can see his own reflection in my glitter setting spray.

"this is you?" he says shuddering, but he already knows. this is government mint condition. the watermarks are too perfect. he hands it back and refuses to make eye contact with me. later he'll make a car rant video talking about how women are ashamed to be women and reference me directly. i'm too fucking sexy to be inaccessible as a Legal Man.