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Douglas wanted to throw the remote against the TV.
Why did this always creep up on them like that?
One moment they’d be fine, just enjoying whatever was on TV. Using it more as background noise in the empty house than actually watching whatever drivel the afternoon brought.
The next moment something caught their attention, they’d look up and were greeted by the sight of someone they didn’t know the name of nor cared about in any way.
But the way the person looked that would burn itself into Douglas’ mind.
Wave after wave of what they could only call jealousy rolling over them.
Today it had been some rich woman that was shown in her ‘distressing’ life as someone who had lost her fortune or whatever it was.
They’d never have the curves, the femininity. They’d never be able to wear those clothes without looking ridiculous.
There’s no way anyone would ever be willing to accept them fully when that was what they wanted. No one they had tried to tell before had even tried to understand.
They managed to turn off the TV instead of throwing the remote.
Time to do something productive. Get their mind of the jealousy.
They shouldn’t feel like that.
Their body was fine.
This is the way things are.
No point in poking a bee hive.
Too many repercussions they always told themselves.
Things would be better when they stayed as they were.