I rationalize many problems in my life with the idea that I'd probably have a really great woman’s body

If I Were A Woman

I rationalize many problems in my life with the idea that I'd probably have a really great woman’s body. Perky C tits. Nice rounding hips. Supple ass, but not too big to fit into a flashy pair of designer jeans. However, each time I think of this alternative universe I get equally depressed knowing that I’d probably have only a mediocre face at best. I'd be one of those girls that men say they'd love to fuck with a paper bag over their head. Or the classic, “just do her from behind and you won’t have to see that butter face.” Though seemingly demeaning, I'm nothing if not an optimist and I believe I'd take it as a compliment. Not to mention the fun I’d have making fun of how small his penis was with my girlfriends.