Another Shed Skin

In my early 30s.

On T for 9 years, lived as a trans man for 10.

Off T since just before 1/1/2026.

Pronouns: she/he

In a longterm lesbian relationship.

Pro-trans rights, I think it just wasn’t for me after all. Not looking to dog on anyone, my experience is my own.

This is both a diary of sorts (I guess that’s what blogging is lol), and a nsfw blog.

Locked her cock up tight and tortured her for a long time with her remote controlled buttplug, and she was shaking and whimpering like crazyyyyy.

She begged me to use my strap on her, so I bent her over and pounded her. Her cock was soooo cute all locked up and was leaking sooooo much.

She kept trying to touch herself and kept getting frustrated. I loved it. By the time I was done with her she was on the verge of tears and still begging for more.

Told my doctor that I’m no longer on T. They had me do labs, my estrogen levels are perfect and I don’t need any supplementation.

Been growing out my nails and keeping them painted, doing maintenance on them every week.

This brand came out after I started transitioning and I was always kinda salty about it because the vibes were super up my alley.

I’ve been looking into those at-home IPL treatments, so might try that out.

Idk if it’s just perception or what, but it feels like my facial hair is growing back faster than ever, and I have NEW facial hair coming in. I haven’t been on T for MONTHS!

My gf was telling me how much she loves the sounds of them tapping on my phone, lol

Coworkers have definitely been giving me confused looks but I don’t care. I’m not out as detransitioning to them yet, but tbh I’m not in a hurry to tell them.

A man came up to me and said that he knew me from somewhere. Then he realized he recognized me from me being boy-mode at the gym. I could tell he wasn’t sure if I was a trans woman, or a detransitioning trans man. He kept looking at me with intense and hungry eyes.

I told him to fuck off, but he liked the negative attention and started getting flustered.

Desperately, he asked me to hurt him. Pissed off, I grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against a brick pillar in the middle of the club. “You’re such a pathetic piece of shit. You want me to fucking hurt you?” I hissed through gritted teeth. I kneed him in the balls and he begged again for more.

“If you want more, you’ll have to fucking pay for it,” I said, letting go of his neck and straightening out my dress. He frantically reached for his wallet and started pulling out bill after bill, handing me a wad of cash that I stuck in my bra.

My friends were so shocked but they couldn’t help but egg me on. They wanted to see what I’d do.

I kept hurting and wailing on the guy and he kept begging for more. I raked his skin with my long, blood-red nails. I kicked and stomped on his cock and balls again and again. Choked him within an inch of passing out. Yet still he wanted more. Trembling, gasping, crying.

While I was basically crushing his cock through his pants, he came, and this being a dream, it was an insane amount of cum and got everywhere. He was whimpering like a little bitch and I loved it.

I sent him packing, and because once again dream logic, took a shower at the back of the club while my friends and I made fun of the whole situation.

I can top just fine and take control of a situation, but I’ve never really been violent like that. I keep thinking about the dream and getting wet, it was so hot…