50 Times People Were Served Either Really Good Or Really Bad Genes

I'm a guy that understands most (not all) of women's health problems just as well as they do, from a first-hand perspective. My genetic lotto winning was a body that can't figure out if it's supposed to be male or female.

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As a doctor once told me: a 'striking' case of Klinefelter's Syndrome. Male skeleton, male genitalia, female soft tissue (complete with F breasts). I started out fully male, and when I was in my mid-twenties, due to changes in hormonal levels, testicles atrophied. No kids for me, unless they can create s***m using stem cells or similar. I was actually s******l over that for a while. I developed both s*x's secondary characteristics during puberty, though it wasn't until mid-twenties I jumped from B to F cup.

In my mid-twenties, my estrogen levels skyrocketed, and my androgen levels plummeted. I now have a cycle that goes somewhere in the 45-60 day range. Originally the Dr thought it was something simple, but I was during the 'bad week' when I had labs drawn, and low and behold, PMS due to hormonal fluctuations. An ultrasound, two MRI's, and a cat scan later, and I found out I have an undeveloped prostate that reacts to hormonal fluctuation. The Dr asked me if he could write a paper about it, and I asked him not to. I have nothing to flush, but my insides decide it's party time for a week. I have yet to meet another guy that has 'a cycle'. Only upside is, I have nothing to flush, so no need of red boxers.

I ended up 'hyper-intelligent' as a kid; with a clinically tested IQ of 187 at 10yo. Inability to 'fit in' led to d***s, which burned out a lot of my intelligence, so now I'm just above average. Kids, don't do methamphetamines, no matter how much they make the pain of existing go away.

I still identify as male, however I get accidentally referred to as "ma'am" fairly often. Most recent was during my university transfer, in the immunities clinic. I corrected the nurse. She then wrote out 'what do I put for your gender' on a post-it, so she wouldn't have to ask out loud.

As a guy, I've actually said I'd never do a bra, but let me tell you... big-breasted women are NOT kidding about anything above a slow walk, stairs, speed bumps, and anything else that bounces hurting. I'm breaking down when school refund comes in and finally getting support (thanks to /r/ABraThatFits).

If I could trade my body in for a 'standard model', I'd do it in a heartbeat. I refuse surgery or hormonal therapy to correct my issues; wish I hadn't before, as it'd have saved my 'boys'. At this point though, I kinda-sorta consider myself my own lab experiment. I've gotten used to the under-the-breath-comments, snickers, downright staring, obvious questions from kids (my answer is 'boy), suggestions to k**l myself, don't get me started on christians, and all the other fun things it is to be me, so really don't care anymore.

This is my 'can't catch me' name, and it feels good to finally air my problems. Third time in a month I've talked about it on here. Until now, it's been between me and my Dr, or one friend.
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TLDR: I'm a dude that has chick problems, all because of a horrible genetic lotto winning.

I never went through the "squeaking" phase as a teenager. One day when I was 12 or 13, I talked like a little kid, the next day, James Earl Jones Jr. Scared the hell out of my dad when it happened.

Good spit, apparently.

Went to the dentist earlier this year and she asked me how often I flossed. I never lie to medical professionals - they're only trying to help you - so I said 'honestly, probably a couple times a year.' She replied with 'I guess you must have good spit!'

Cue me being confused as all hell. 'WTF?'

'Some people just have high-quality spit, and it keeps their mouth really clean.'

I've got a bunch of random things wrong with me, so being told I have Grade A spit was...IDK, I felt like 'about d**n time'.

I am 1/4 Japanese, 1/4 Irish, 1/4 Italian and 1/4 Mexican. I have a small p***s, an alcohol problem, a tendency towards anger and I love spicy food.

Win-win for stereotypes if you ask me.

I have struck the perfect race balance where I'm not dark enough to be actively discriminated against, but that I do constantly look like I have a tan, despite never going outside by choice.

My hearing is so good my brain can't keep up with it. I regularly shock people by overhearing what they're saying from extreme distances, but as a result of picking up every piece of ambient noise I often find it difficult to understand what the person in front of me is saying.

Third n****e, different sized pupils, immunity to poison ivy and mosquitoes, godly liver.

Really it's more like a genetic rummage bin.

Virtually invisible arm and leg hair.

I've been lean my whole life- I can eat anything I want and not gain weight. Most of my family on both sides are overweight.

I used to have a very active job but now I just work in an office. I was worried that I would put on weight especially since I'm getting older but I've only gone up 1 pound after being at a desk for a year.

My musical talent landed me my dream life. But I went deaf by my twentys. Thanks Grandpa.

I am a long redheaded(auburn/wavy), tall(6'3"), green eye'd man. I did some modeling and I've always been on the attractive side. I also have Multiple Sclerosis and very bad kidney function. Like borderline failing bad and I am 22. Win some lose some feeling in my foot I guess.

No acne problem. Even as a teen, I might have had a noticeable pimple once or twice. Other than that, smooth as a baby's bottom.

I'm a fat, balding, unattractive, ginger, and this thread has depressed me more than you know.

I look younger than I am (still get ID'd despite being in my 30's), and don't need to shave as often as most other men... basically I'm a baby faced assassin.

But I've ankylosing spondylitis, crohn's disease, osteoporosis, recurring uveitis, am losing my hair, and am all of 5ft tall because my back is collapsing (I was never tall to begin with, 5'5" peak height).

5-7, 200+ lbs., s**t eyesight, asthma, Dad died of heart, has cancer in his family, Mom beat cancer but died of ALS, but boy do I have a good sense of humor.

My voice.
I'm a short bloke who can't grow a beard to save my life, but g*****n if I don't have a great radio voice

I am considered to have gorgeous eyes, they are my best feature. However, I have absolutely terrible vision; near/far sighted with astigmatism. I cannot recognize my own mother from five feet away.

All four wisdom teeth are there without need of extraction.

If I was an animal I'd be fooked, but since I won the lottery to be a human:

Lack of gag reflex. Can down just about any alcohol, entertain drunk people at parties by sticking my fingers down my throat, and I imagine if I was a female/homosexual-male, it'd have....other benefits.

I still have a full head of hair - thanks Grandad.

But it's white. Thanks grandad.