there is something about this person that you may not know.

its something you may not be able to tell just by looking.

be careful when you look at this person, friends, because thine eyes may deceive you.

this is a man.

in his line of work, he is very very famous.

but famous as a woman.

in fact, you may have seen him before in his line of work and thought wow, that chick is really hot.

great body.

piercing eyes.

great tits.

oh, and wow, what a pretty face.

but alas, none of it is true.

this is not a woman.

yes those are breasts. a relatively cheap operation worth years of false identity and a lifetime of stares and the wrong kind of attention.

likewise with rhinoplasty,

and adams apple removal, which only takes twenty minutes.

it just so happens that he is so famous in his career that he has an bodyguard to ward off the hoards and hoards of screaming and adoring fans.

just in case one of them would want to hurt him or fight him.

you know, like if you found out your favorite woman in the world was really a dude, complete with penis and such, and you all of a sudden wanted revenge for you years of sick twisted homoerotic masturbation that you didnt even know was homoerotic.

but that logic escapes me.

i could never fathom why you would want to fight someone with more tattoos than clothes on.

the outlaw bikers that populate the local hooters fall under this category.

so do professional wrestlers.

and a lot of basketball players.

who happen to be a lot bigger than you.

people you know, yet people that are so far away that you dont really, really know them.

because the more you expose yourself by wearing less clothes, or the more you cover yourself with sleeves and sleeves of tattoos.

the more you have to hide.

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