That stylist made me look the absolute bestest I have ever been (and probably will be) in my life. Have quite a few photos from the event, I still like myself in them.
Not all angular like Bea Arthur (which probably would be closer to a supermodel standard these days), more built like that strong girl from Encanto (forgot the name). Not bulging muscles, just extra-wide rib cage and shoulders / arms, no hips or bum. Topped up with E sized breasts too, which looks like I am wearing a stuffed bra or balloons under my top.
I have to have my work blouses/shirts tailor made, as the alternative option is to wear off the shelf size 18 on the top (just to fit in - neck, shoulders, upper arms, and it still sits weirdly) and 8 on the bottom. Or to wear stretchy tops, but then the effect of a guy wearing a stuffed bra is even more pronounced. 
Blessed with a masculine face too. Nothing alarming, but a very masculine jawline, low brow, and even male pattern baldness starting now. My brother, with the same features, is a very attractive man, and has absolutely no issue with female interest all his life. I have never been asked out or chatted up in my life by a man, I always had to make the first move and chase, chase, chase... and never had a long-term relationship, have always been left for a prettier woman very quickly.
I strongly suspect I might have had some sort of a testosterone glitch during the puberty, but now all seems to be within the normal range. I don't complain though, my life is pretty amazing. I do sometimes think about how would it be to live in a beautiful woman's skin just for a day, but then I often think how would my life be if I were my cat, so it is more a thought experiment than some burning desire or raging envy (I do envy the cat a bit though).