The obvious choice, of course, was elf. Not only would Taylor not have to adjust to not being a bipedal humanoid, but female elves were remarkably beautiful. And although she didn't the faintest interest in visiting her family again, being able to go outside the park was nice to have as a possibility. The pay wasn't great, but it was more than adequate and Taylor wasn't really interested in the money anyway.
And yet. Taylor wasn't nearly as interested in being a beautiful woman as she was in being a woman, period. And she wasn't at all interested in being eye candy for men. She didn't really know what her sexuality would be as a female, but years spent with men in locker rooms and other male environments had made her really unenthusiastic about being the object of male sexual interest. There were good guys out there, but they could see past the physical. And sexuality was low on the list of her reasons to transition anyway.
She looked at a squat, muscular figure with small but perceptible breasts and a colorful red cloak ornamented with gold thread. "Dwarven Female" read the legend. Something about the way the woman stood with her feet planted, solid and unafraid. . .
"That one" said Taylor, pointing at the Dwarf woman.