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"just who are you anyway?" A question the girl can hardly answer.

"Lily" she'll reply, but a name is all she has, but who or what identity belongs to such a name, died a long time ago...

Hi all! Sorry for the lack of recent posting here. But today, I hit another major achievement in life: reaching Veteran rank in Pokémon GO for the first time!

This is the team I used to push for Veteran. Claydol is the lead, Mandibuzz is the safe swap, and Gardevoir is the closer. To all other Pokémon GO PvP enthusiasts on Tumblr: I recommend this team for climbing ELO, so good luck using it!

Movesets:

Claydol: Mud-Slap, Scorching Sands, Rock Tomb.

Mandibuzz: Air Slash, Foul Play, Aerial Ace.

This is the hard for me but I can’t take this anymore.

My name was, and is again, Hailey.

I am a woman. And this is my story

This is me when I when I first met my girlfriend.

This is me a few years into our relationship. (she has me binding my breasts here)

I was raised in a strict religious environment and I’ve always been a tomboy and often had crushes on other girls. I had assumed this meant I was meant to be a man and when I told my parents this they reacted really badly and after some traumatic events I ended up running away.

I was living at a shelter for teens and the only people who weren’t homophobic were deeply into gender identity and transgenderism. There was a girl (she says she is nonbinary but she is definitely a girl) whom I fell for immediately (I believe this was due to her being the first person not to shun me) and i ended up moving in with her. Very early into the relationship however she told me I was a transman and basically i was straight. i believed her because I felt it made sense with everything I was taught about strict gender roles and my same-sex desires.

This was going fine for awhile until she started to tell me I needed to make some changes, she started to supply me with testosterone she had got from her other ‘queer’ friends. I didn’t really want to but she would get angry with me if I said anything so I thought fine, I mean i am a  straight guy but then the effects came. My body became hairy, my boobs become saggy and I have never felt so awful.

After we moved I met more gay people and I learned that I still could be a woman and love woman, and dress how I want and I didn’t have to be a man so I could be straight. I told her I wanted to stop and I don’t want to be graphic but afterward I felt so disgusted with my body. I stopped bringing it up because of how badly she reacts but I want out.

I was able to meet some women who would let me stay with them despite the mistakes I made but I need some help getting out, I am not taking anything with me (although very little of it is mine) because I plan on leaving when she is not there which is rare because she lives of her friends.

But because of all this I don’t know how I’ll be a woman again, I don’t have any clothes plus I don’t even look much like one anymore. I don’t know if I’ll need surgery or hormones to make me look normal again.

I don’t want to suffer for mistakes I made when I was a teen for the rest of my life.

Please help. I want my life back.

my venmo

Die meisten kennen K.o.-Tropfen als Vergewaltigungsdroge. Ahnungslosen wird der gefährliche Stoff heimlich ins Getränk gemischt. Die Wirkung: benebelte Sinne bis hin zu Bewusstlosigkeit. Der oder die Täter:in kann dann mit dem Opfer machen, was er oder sie will. Im schlimmsten Fall führt der Rausch sogar zum Tod. Doch es gibt auch Menschen, die sich den Wirkstoff freiwillig einflößen. Die MOPO sprach mit einem Norddeutschen, der das macht.

„Ich kenne K.o.-Tropfen als Party- oder auch als Sexdroge“, erzählt der 31-jährige Tim M. (Name geändert). In der Szene spreche man allerdings von Liquid Ecstasy. „Ich habe mich eine zeitlang mit einer Gruppe von Leuten in Berlin getroffen. Die waren alle super reich“, sagt der junge Mann. „Wir waren dann öfter bei einem Typen in der Wohnung, eine heftige Bude. Und dann haben wir alle eine kleine Menge K.o.-Tropfen genommen“, so M.