Locked in this prison

Locked in this prison I'm stylish and slick, so why'd I remain like some chick with a d*ck,
There's a femme fatale in here just yearning release, as the odds they get lower the needs they increase,
I'm a blank, empty canvas on which I create, a most feminine vision I'm sure you relate,
To the woman within there is really no doubt, as I'm locked in this prison and cannot break out,
But I'll dress for my public in leather and lace, of a male chromosome you'll be finding no trace,
With my lashes, and lips crafted carefully so, the fact I was born a boy you'd never know,
With seamed stockings, stilettos, and alter neck dress, I'm the lady in red, out for fun, more or less
Still I'm locked in this prison and ever will be trapped in this male body but a woman you see.