Normal human interactions

Ah that's it. You're some sort of normal sociable human being who speaks words at people and goes on dates.

You are decently handsome and quite good at many sport-tivities with good grades to boot. Your heart is full of motivation and dreams for the future, and fortune has blessed you with the tools to achieve those dreams. You have a natural charisma that's attractive to people and a close friend group that includes a few cute girls. One of which has taken a shine to you and made the first move. You both couldn't be happier, and nothing related your sister fucking her could go wrong.

Truly this life of yours would be perfect if it weren't for the fact that your penis is so small that you should have been aborted in the fourth trimester. To this day your birth certificate still says that you're a girl. Unfortunately all efforts made to rectify this have resulted in the medical examiner refusing to believe you (and you crying and running away).

You really have been given just enough to make it incredibly disappointing that every ounce of effort you put into life is worthless because you are an unlovable subhuman mutant and genetic dead end. This nihilistic despair at your fatelessness is somehow hot. I promise.