I chose vampires. Sure, they're creepy monsters and everything, but at least I could be a vampire. Sooner or later they'd come to fit into the society, you know? Being a vampire would be like having a tattoo. You would go to a special little shop with a weird name and some guy would clean off his fangs and bite you. Some employers would have rules against vampires, of course.
As long as I didn't have to dress like vampires in pop culture, I'd become one. No corset, no Victorian dress, no goth makeover.