You notice the way I'm holding my chopsticks and I tell you that I tend to hold things unusually. Pen, fork, anything. You say it's interesting

You notice the way I tend to look like I'm constantly watching what I say and how I smile, as if I'm trying to look a bit different than I naturally do.

So, you continue talking, hoping to get to know more.

I give you my @ on few social media. You scroll a while back. You see my pride posts, and stuff about transphobia in my hometown.

you ask about it.

I brush it off, saying that it was a phase, I'm not a weirdo anymore, I'm a cis girl. There's no way I could pass anyways.

you see my Alterhuman posts, but you don't comment.

I already think that the date will be over, I was feeling heavily insecure before going out, but now it just grew.

To make the atmosphere better, you ask, why did I come here

I say, to start a new life and see the world.

You agree, the nature here is actually amazing.

You offer to order a drink for me.

I agree, and totally did not see when you spike it.

I notice only after we go into the parking lot, and you offer to drive me to your place, since it's closer.

I cannot refuse as my mind clouds and my eyelids grow heavy.

I wake up in a different place, it seems to be like the old regional houses I saw in the city before. I'm laying on a bed, and you're sitting close.

The door is slightly open, and the fresh, warm wind is blowing in, caressing my face.

You smile, and ask if I'm feeling better.

I realise what happened, and immediately sit up, my head still hurting and looking for an escape.

You don't do anything, letting me jet for the door, but when I slide it open a bit more, I just see the absolute absence of any civilisation nearby.

I stand in the door, as the mountains open up before me, just after the balcony.

You come and pat me on the shoulder. It's alright, you say.

"I know you wanted just something like that"

You pull me into a hug from behind, and I can just feel the panic setting in.

A few days pass, and I discover that there's no factual way of getting out of here. There's no service even if I had my phone on me. The only person who has access to tech is you with your starlink connected laptop.

As I'm eating the (weirdly delicious) dinner you made, you creep up behind me, and just talk, making me stop in my tracks.

"I know youre not what you're trying to be"

You raise my chin, making me look at you with wide eyes.

"and I don't mind that"

You pet my head and leave the room. I'm left confused.

A few more days later,

You hand me my new clothes, as I put them on, I notice that they are cut for a guy.

When I ask about it, you just place the small container of testosterone on the table.

I gulp. I couldn't ever get my hands on that before, how did you do it?