If being her turns me on this much… does that mean I am her?
Am I trans, and just too scared to admit it?
I googled it a hundred times. Half the answers said “you’re definitely trans, welcome”. The other half used scary words and argued with each other. None of it sounded like me.
The test that finally answered it
One question changed everything: when does it show up?
Almost always when I’m very horny. Or after holding back for a long time. Much less when my life is full: gym, work I love, people around me. And never, not once, on a normal Tuesday at the grocery store.
When I’m not aroused, I don’t want to live as a woman. I’m a guy. And I’m fine with that.
The minute after
Here’s the part that took me years to notice.
Every time I was holding back, it got louder. Bottom fantasies. Being trans. Being her. And real plans with it: okay, I should at least try a dildo once in my life. I should shave everything, fully, just to see. It felt urgent. It felt like the truest thing about me.
Then I’d cum.
And it was gone. Not quieter. Gone. Nothing left. The plans that felt like destiny ten seconds before suddenly felt like someone else’s idea.
That switch told me more than a hundred Google searches. Something that disappears the moment you cum is a turn-on, not who you are.
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