#raginglesbian

I then feel gender dysphoria when I remember I have to put my hand between my legs and touch it to make sure it goes in the bowl.

I feel gender euphoria when I wear a cute skirt or dress, or some cute pants that make my butt or thighs look good.

I then feel gender dysphoria when I remember I need to buy new underwear to wear that dress outside the house or everyone can see the bulge because I tuck so often all my underwear are stretched.

I feel gender euphoria when I take my shirt off to shower and see my cute boobs sitting in my bra, my cute butt and lovely thighs.

I feel gender dysphoria when I then take my underwear off and I’m no longer tucking.

I feel gender euphoria that I’m a lesbian and I’m a girl dating girls.

I feel gender dysphoria when girls turn me down because they want “a real girl”

I feel gender euphoria when I go shopping for clothes and bags.

I feel gender dysphoria when I get to the change room and I see my face in the mirror.

I feel gender euphoria when I speak because I love all the effort I put into my voice and how lovely it sounds.

I feel gender dysphoria when a cis-girl speaks to me and her voice is that much smoother and flows so much better and she didn’t need to work for it.