Cave boy?

You wish that you were strong. Or smart. Or at the very least that you hadn’t been born pathetic, scrambling at every turn for meager ends of meat and scraps of fruit and tubers you’d managed to gather for yourself. The world was a huge scary place, and like everyone has made it a point in telling you, there’s no place for a weakling in it. Someone like you, a mere burden who couldn’t kill even a lesser beast to save his own skin was only barely worth the food wasted on him.

It was hardly your fault that you’d been born with a womanly physique,