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So, here's a crazy fantasy of mine.
Life as a boy:
I think I would like to be a boy. Well, by now, I would be a man. I've thought about this a lot, and I think I would be better off. I would have a clear vision of who I was. I would have short hair. I would wear t-shirts and cutoff shorts and skate shoes. I would ride my little bike everywhere. I would work in an auto shop, because by now, my knowledge of cars would be excellent. I would change oil and do repairs in a coverall and at the end of the day, I would ride my bike back to my apartment in rochester. I would grab my dog and walk him down to the park nearby. I'd throw a frisbee and he would jump into the air and girls would clap and squeal with delight and then I'd get their numbers. I'd go back home, feed the dog some dinner, and eat beans out of a can while listening to music at full blast. Later, I'd go out on my porch and my buddies would come over and we'd sit and talk about things that don't matter. We'd talk about my new motorcycle and this great sport's team and this awesome place to eat. My friends would have my back and I'd have theirs. If I were a man, I wouldn't worry about disappointing people. I'd be who I was, regardless of what anyone said. I wouldn't have a lot of money, but that wouldn't be important to me. I'd get by with friends and my dog and my bike.
Life as a boy:
I think I would like to be a boy. Well, by now, I would be a man. I've thought about this a lot, and I think I would be better off. I would have a clear vision of who I was. I would have short hair. I would wear t-shirts and cutoff shorts and skate shoes. I would ride my little bike everywhere. I would work in an auto shop, because by now, my knowledge of cars would be excellent. I would change oil and do repairs in a coverall and at the end of the day, I would ride my bike back to my apartment in rochester. I would grab my dog and walk him down to the park nearby. I'd throw a frisbee and he would jump into the air and girls would clap and squeal with delight and then I'd get their numbers. I'd go back home, feed the dog some dinner, and eat beans out of a can while listening to music at full blast. Later, I'd go out on my porch and my buddies would come over and we'd sit and talk about things that don't matter. We'd talk about my new motorcycle and this great sport's team and this awesome place to eat. My friends would have my back and I'd have theirs. If I were a man, I wouldn't worry about disappointing people. I'd be who I was, regardless of what anyone said. I wouldn't have a lot of money, but that wouldn't be important to me. I'd get by with friends and my dog and my bike.