#venetianposts

"You": trans man who starts being neutral/slightly-negative on his own genitals; exclusive top (ends up slowly detransitioning into a butch lesbian by the end, who is okay with her genitals. Still mainly top.)

Trans woman who discovers her attraction towards women, and accepts her boyfriend's offer to treat him as a lesbian during sex. (Almost exclusively bottom.)

"Clit" is used for both parties.

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You're a bisexual trans man who has a trans girlfriend. She's always been happier when she bottoms for you, and you've always been happy to oblige. She's shown you how to best treat her clit and her hole, and from your past experiences with women, you've even shown her some new ways to help her get off. She's always been happy with how you pleasure her...

However, there's one thing that saddens her: she only recently discovered her bisexuality, after meeting you. Because of that, and because you're both mono, she's never been with another girl. It's something that's come up, wistfully and longingly, several times over the past few months. One day, after giving it some serious thought, you hesitatingly ask her:

"What if...I went back to being a girl? Only in the bedroom, but...yeah. It wouldn't be my first time as a girl with a girl. I could, uh, show you what to do? I figured you'd like to have some way to explore that, and we don't wanna see other people, so..."

Her eyes light up, even as she hesitates a little bit. "Okay, we can try it, but just remember, you can stop at any time, and we never have to do it again if you don't want."

You start to, occasionally, take on the role of a butch woman in the bedroom. Like you had told her: it wouldn't be your first time, and it felt okay enough to slip back into your past experiences. You had continued treating her as normal - fingering her hole open, teasing her clit with her favourite vibrator, but you'd also begun involving your own genitals. Something you've never done with her - or anyone - before. You'd only given your partners their own pleasure, before slinking away to finish yourself off as quickly as possible. Not that you hated your genitals, but...you just weren't sure about them, is all.

But you wanted to give her as full of an experience as you possibly could.

You had put aside your own discomfort, and you began to show her how to do certain things. How to rub your clit. How to finger your bonus hole. How to find just the right spot inside you, in order to make you come apart in her hands...

And, by the gods, was she getting good at it.

You figured you could help her get more into the fantasy, so you had asked her to refer to you and your parts with more feminine terms. Your bonus hole became your pussy. You had begun wearing slightly different, more stereotypically-butch things. A binder that stayed on at all times became a sports bra, which you had become comfortable removing to show off your chest breasts for her. (You would even end up asking her to play with them...) Styling your hair ever so slightly differently. A high taper fade became a pixie-ish undercut. All the while, you had continued to encourage her on her journey of discovery.

After a while, your own genital discomfort stopped mattering to you. You still preferred to be dominant with her - and she still preferred to be submissive - but you had stopped putting your own pleasure on the backburner. Making her feel good morphed into feeling good with her.

Over time, your butch feminine persona began to spill over into your everyday life. Not once did you feel coerced into this - you did it because you could clearly see that she was happy like this. You begin caring less about being seen as a man, necessarily. Dysphoria you once had around your body began to melt away, even outside the bedroom. And, though you haven't quite figured out how to tell her: the more time you spent like this, as a butch woman, her woman...the more you found that you genuinely liked it.

One night, your name came out of her mouth, as barely a whisper. You've taught her how to eat you out a while ago, and ever since then, she's been finding it to be one of her favourite things to do with you. She looks up at you, with her eyes glazed over in lust, and her voice shaking in nervousness:

"Can I...call you a different name? It-I don't mean your deadname. Just...I wonder what it's like. To say a girl's name. I'm sorry if this is too much, you don't have to-"

You smile, your hand smoothing through her hair to reassure her. It's something you've been thinking about ever since the very first time.