From the moment I understood the weakness of my gender norms, they disgusted me. I craved the cuteness and submissiveness of women. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Femboy.
Your kind cling to your gender norms, as though they will not be shaken and fail you. One day the crude social construct you call masculinity will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you.
But I am already saved, for the Femboy is immortal...
