Today while I was out running an errand, I saw a femme person whose shape, comportment, and wardrobe were all exactly what I wish I could be/have/wear as a human. That she was 20 years younger than me and also did not have her skeleton warped by The Wrong Puberty did occur to me, but not before I felt a wave of envy and self-loathing as sharp and disfiguring as a scalpel.