What If I'm A President Or A Girl With Facial Hair?

What if I'm a girl with facial hair

My name is Claudia and I'm from India;
To know more about me go to Wikipedia.

I'm the best among all models
and famous you see coz
I appear regularly in different channels.

One day morn I see myself
In the mirror with all the facial hair;
A moustache and a beard
so gross oh shit!
Shocked I was that I hit the door
And that really hurts oh no oh no!

I went to the doctor and she said that I have some excess androgens.
I search on my encyclopedia and find its not that bad
That silly masculine hair I have.

I decide to fool my friends so
Off I go to my dressing room;
Taking all those makeup shit and trying all the masculine stuff.

Trimmers, Scissors was all I need
to make my beard and moustache look perfect indeed.
I disguise myself as that handsome guy by trying my brothers' merchandise.

Oh what fun it was to be a man!
Twirling that moustache and that facial beard.
"Should I have been born as a guy?" I thought;
But the feminist in me held my horses tight!

I drove my car and reached the bar where all my friends were partying hard;
I looked at myself in the mirror and went to the place where my girls had gathered.

I winked at my friend Gloria and started giggling as she stood surpised
As if she had man-o-phobia,
I offered a drink and held her hand
Tried mimicrying my brother's masculine tone;

Started flirting out all nonsense in my mouth,
And she was really impressed as i saw her smile with that sparkling tooth;
As I laughed at her twirling my moustache,
She grabbed my face and kissed.....
Oh my!

As I started to feel strange
confusing over myself whether
My masculinity took control of me,

I opened my eyes and realised
That it was all one goodie bad dream!