First it was normal porn. Then normal porn stopped doing anything.
Then trans porn. And something lit up in me that normal porn never had. For a while that was enough.
Then it wasn’t. Sissy content came next, the stuff about guys being turned into girls. That one didn’t just turn me on. It hit the exact thought I’d been carrying since I was a kid.
And then it wasn’t about watching her anymore.
It was about becoming her.
The harder I quit, the harder I crashed
Here’s what nobody told me. Every time I tried to quit, it came back stronger.
I’d white-knuckle it for days, sometimes weeks. And when it broke, it broke harder than before. Fantasies I would never have imagined showed up exactly when I’d been holding back the longest, anal stuff included. My brain went looking for something stronger. Every. Single. Time.
Each step felt like a terrifying discovery about who I really was. Looking back, it was mostly the habit moving on to its next fix.
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