Whenever I see another trans person in my small city, I, an egg, want to be like “I’m just like you!” but instead I just stand and stare like a deer in headlights, and mumble a sorry for existing if we have to cross paths. I’m pretty sure I just look like I’m staring to be rude or am a chaser or something.
It honestly wouldn’t be impossible for them to guess that you’re jealous rather than bigoted or fetishizing them. I’ve occasionally noticed eggs that later hatched; not to the level of being able to predict it, but enough to not be surprised.
Whenever I see another trans person in my small city, I, an egg, want to be like “I’m just like you!” but instead I just stand and stare like a deer in headlights, and mumble a sorry for existing if we have to cross paths. I’m pretty sure I just look like I’m staring to be rude or am a chaser or something.
It honestly wouldn’t be impossible for them to guess that you’re jealous rather than bigoted or fetishizing them. I’ve occasionally noticed eggs that later hatched; not to the level of being able to predict it, but enough to not be surprised.