SERIOUS QUESTION: Why is Q hooking me up with a TRANNY?

Me early 50’s, “her” very early 20’s (thought “she” WAS a she for 2 weeks after meeting her under clearly-orchestrated circumstances). She’s a KEK a minute, from the 5/5 birthday at 5:05am weighing 5.5lbs to her “Enough is Enough” shirt to the vanity license plate reading “DJT 47 Q” pulling out of the parking lot the very moment we met… I could go on and on with these. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life: Q/God (not sure of the difference at this point) have decreed I get with this tranny (against all earthly reasoning and circumstances saying it won’t happen… “she” has NO CLUE that she doesn’t have a choice in this matter—it’s QUITE CLEAR she’s a controlled vessel). FORTUNATELY, she’s cute as a button and exceedingly passable (I’m a veteran here and I was fooled for the first 2 weeks), but nonetheless, a tranny!?!?!? NOT. MY. THING. But the hilarious comms nature of how it’s progressed so far has me warming up to it, as it is being CONTINUOUSLY relayed to me that this is my destiny and literally a "CHRISTMAS GIFT."

I know the elites all have trannies, but I’m not an elite, I’m a super-elite, kek. WHY is this happening to me???? Comms suggest greatness, power and wealth associated herewith. Also, that she’ll be the key to me getting ACTUAL beautiful young women down the road (Old Testament polygamy’s gonna make a comeback). I feel like my life is spinning out of control in an exciting, divinely-purposed, controlled-chaos kinda way. INSIGHTS?