Thank heaven for Google. If I hadn't searched on your name and happened to see those revealing photos, I would have embarrassed both of us terribly. You caught my eye the first day of my new job, with your sweet smile, lovely gray eyes, and fantastic figure—not to mention your chiseled facial features, broad shoulders, muscled forearms, and slightly unfeminine deep voice. Could this be happening, my very first transgendered office crush? Am I really finding your vestigial maleness sexy and your courage to change identities beautiful? I'm way too shy to approach you or anyone else about my feelings and I have to know more (pre-op? post-op?), so in desperation I Googled you, perhaps to find your blog. My jaw dropped at what came up: pics of you as a strained, muscle-headed, steroid-chomping PROFESSIONAL FEMALE BODYBUILDER! Call me a hypocrite, but the crush is definitely gone now and I'm relieved we didn't have that awkward conversation. My gender fantasies are obviously one-way only.

—Anonymous