#tranny problems

So there’s this cis dude (WRECH) that I’m lowkey interested in, and I can’t help but look at myself differently in the mirror when I pass by shirtless.

I can’t help but wonder: What if he found out I’m trans? How would he react? Would he lose interest? Would he be disgusted?

And then I realize: Wait. Why the fuck do I care? I’m HOT!

Some guys were like I thought you were a girl for a minute and a few people were like you look more and more like a girl every time I see you! But that’s not the real funny stuff.

So this drunk guy comes up to me while I’m catching up with some old friends asking me if I know any single girls. He was nice and everything, introduced himself and was like are you gay, I’m not, but it’s cool with me. So he was like I’m 15, starts talking about his hair, blah blah blah, then it’s starts getting weird. He puts his hand on my waist and starts going up and down, and he’s like sometimes I feel like I have a small dick, do you feel like that sometimes and that he doesn’t wanna fuck anybody, he just wants a blow job, he’ll even settle for a hand job. In my head I’m just like “LAWD JESUS! It’s only been 2013 for 30mins, what a great way to start a new year!” Then he was like anybody you wanna get with here, I’ll be your wingman and you can be mine. I’m like no I’ve known everyone here for years and it’d be too weird, not to mention everyone here is straight. One of the people I’ve know literally all my life walks up and the dude ask him if he wants to make out with me and obviously he was like no, I’m straight and it’d be weird I grew up with him. While he’s saying this the 15 year old isn’t looking at me and I’m like making faces to everyone around me like *help me! Get me out of here*. So the friend walks off after explains that to the 15 year old and luckily he tells me he has to go pee. On the outside I’m like “oh okay, it was lovely talking to you”, but on the inside I’m like “YES JESUS! THE TORMENT IS OVER!”

So thats how I spent part of my New Years.