Easy to love a tranny when she's polite, attractive, thin, quiet, proper, agreeable, orderly, sweet, nice, adorable and harmless
It's easy to love her struggles, until her thoughts tell her to kill herself, to cut off her hands, to hurt you, to lash out against you. You love her until her thoughts are scary to you and you think she should be beat up and locked up. Until you have to calm her down because she was in the dark for too long, because she heard something at her place, or outside, because she's too paranoid. Do you know what to do when she's convinced that everyone wants her to kill herself, when she can't trust you, when she freaks out and screams, when she scratches her skin until she bleeds, when she hits her head, when she cuts herself?
It's easy to love her body, until she gains some weight, until her stomach is bigger than her tits, until her dick is too small, until her scent becomes gross, until her hair is a mess, until her beard grows and she can't bring herself to take care of her body anymore. You love her until you have to touch her, until it's her time to sub or bottom, until you have to kiss her, until you have to get close to her. Do you know for how long she has hated her body, for how long she has been rejected, for how long she has felt undesired, for how long she has had to suppress her sexuality?
It's easy to love her assertiveness, until she won't top you anymore, until she won't initiate conversation, until she stops being agreeable, until she stops being useful to have her around. You love her until she's too scared to speak up anymore, when she feels used, when she stops being sociable, when she stops being talkative, when she's awkward. Do you know why she stopped talking, why she feels empty, why she feels like it's just a matter of time until people get rid of her, why she feels useless, why she feels like she should keep her feelings to herself?
It's easy to love her shyness, until she is passionate and talks to much, until she doesn't dress nicely with expensive clothes, until she is not small and thin, until she won't be your cute little toy. You love her until she won't let you walk over her and she argues too much, until her voice is low and raspy, until she needs to talk about her sexual trauma, until she has an opinion you don't agree with. Do you know how it feels like to not be heard, to not want to show people your face, to be ignored by everybody, to not have a home to call your own, to feel so lonely you stop trying, to be used and discarded so many times you give up?
There's a limit to your love for a tranny, and she sees it
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