Sex chating with layde

No, I don’t work toward vacations, or to go to the movies on a Friday night with my nonexistent boyfriend.

I work towards saving money for my surgeries, for my electrolysis, for my therapy sessions, or for my future surrogacy/adoption fund.

How crazy is it to think when you’re with someone and you both climax, and have that feeling of LIFE, ultimately, in that moment, you just physically created life with that person. Before my surgery, on average, I had to spend 20 minutes every morning cutting out strips of duct tape, wrapping my penis in toilet paper, taking that tape, sticking it from my shaft, pulling it all the way up into my ass and repeat. Yes, it’s nice to walk out my door and be identified as a woman by the public eye, but I had to see that for myself before they could.

A typical day for me might consist of shaving not only my face but entire body.

Plus, telling them later on always makes it come off as a “secret” and saves me the “I have to tell you something” spiel.

The reveal usually comes a bunch of questions, mainly physical.

But most of the time, they just end up congratulating me for them finding me fuckable.

That includes my arms, my cute butt, my knuckles, the back of my neck, etc. ) Then, if it’s due, I Inject myself with estrogen, which is something I will do for the rest of my life and has cost me thousands of dollars just in the last four years.

Then, after putting on makeup to conceal any little detail that hints “man,” I head to work.

I lay there thinking, “They better put me out good!

” I was convinced that I was so excited about the coming reality of waking up to a brighter future that the anesthesia wouldn’t work.

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