God, I'm gorgeous. Pouting lips, high cheekbones, defined lashes. Full, pert breasts slope down to a perfect valley on my chest.
My waist, curvy yet slim, makes me wince with pleasure when I see it. And my behind...believe me, you'd kill for an arse like mine. OK, I'm a whore for a mirror - I can't walk past one without admiring my shape. I don't let it worry me.
I get plenty of attention, of course. White van men are the worst, they're so vulgar. But I love it.
My name is Jason, and three weeks ago, I became a woman.