The tears that I shed now emotionally,
Release the pain so I can be,
The twin-sister who’s inside of me,
I feel it within my heart you see.
Throughout my life I’ve been a male,
Raised three children, that’s quite a tale.
I worked hard to support wife and family,
Cross-dressed only very occasionally.
Then when the andropause hit me,
My body did strange things you see,
After endless research on the Internet,
My research showed me what I might get.
How would I make this new gender break?
For to get it wrong I sure couldn’t take,
Do you think I need psychiatric aid?
I can’t afford what those shrinks get paid.
I know that my marriage would not last
It’s fragile now and nearly past.
To whom do I turn to ask for help?
I know so little that I could whelp.
Except that the cost is beyond my reach,
So it looks like I’m stranded on the beach.
Crossing would be a desirable state,
Do you think I have left it too late?
I know what I’d like but it cannot be,
So where do I go, oh please tell me?
To wallow in self- pity would do me not a scrap of good at all
It would not help to get me out of this mood and go and have a ball.
So I’ll simply go and meditate for I know it will help me,
To be a woman in my mind and you can’t take that you see.
I think I’ll stay contented therefore, with my lot in life,
Cross-dress as frequently as I can and help maintain my wife.
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