Riley Gendreau
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I Was Just Curious, Now I Know (Exclusive June 2024
🕑 Added 2024-06-13 21:10:32 +0000 UTCDoing a general lgbt theme this month, this story is about trans girls C:
So I’ve been dating this girl Sophie for three years and I can say I truly love her and support her, but what I can't say is that I fully understand her. See, Sophie is a trans female, meaning she was actually born a guy, but truly she’s the farthest thing from it.
What I don’t understand is why she’s like that, or how it feels to go through gender dysphoria as she does. I really don’t know what it’s like to be here or to go through all the things she went through, but I genuinely wanted to understand her.
So one day I told her about it and asked her if she could tell me more about what it’s like to be her. She was genuinely happy to hear that I wanted to know about her in that way, and she did try to tell me, but she found it hard to put into words that could make sense to me.
She stopped and apologized saying it was only really something you understood if you were going through it. I was a bit disappointed but there wasn't much I could do about it, so I continued to do my best to be there with and for her.
Then one day she said she had a surprise for me. She pulled out a ring. I turned bright red and asked if she was asking for my hand in marriage. She turned bright red and waved her hands saying no, that it was something else.
She said they were mood rings, and it was attuned to her feelings. So if I put it on, I could feel the same way as Sophie and learn more about what it’s like to be her. I was skeptical and I put it on, and I didn’t notice anything all that different, well maybe I felt a bit peppier.
Then I looked at Sophie, that's when I had a strange feeling. My gaze was drawn to her long soft hair. I reached my hand up and ran it through my hair which was very short, a bit flakey, and not soft at all.
I felt sort of bad about it all while I was slightly jealous of her hair. Sophie smiled knowing full well what I was thinking and told me that was one form of gender dysphoria she’d felt. I snapped out of it and met her gaze confused.
She mentioned me looking at her hair and described exactly what I had been thinking and feeling like she was reading her mind, but it was mostly because that’s how she would feel if she was suddenly in my body.
Sophie took my hand and we went to the bedroom. She had me get undressed and look in the mirror. As I looked at myself, that bad feeling came back and it came back and forth. It was so weird, and nothing like I’d ever felt.
I wasn't angry, I wasn’t sad, It was just a heavy bad feeling. Even though I had been in my body my entire life and it was familiar, it felt like someone else's body. I reached my hands up to my chest and pressed them against it.
I was a guy, so I had a flat chest, but now that felt bad. I found myself wanting to have breasts. The same goes for several other parts of my body. My hips felt too small, my waist was too wide, and my butt was much flatter than I now wanted it to be.
I was starting to feel overwhelmed by these feelings, but Sophie came over and hugged me from behind. She told me it wasn't all bad, and there were some good feelings, along with ways to make the bad ones go away.
She ran over to her closet, grabbed a few things, and came back. In her hands were a pair of her underwear with a matching bra, a black skirt, and a white blouse. She told me to put them all on. I looked at her for a moment.
I had a desire to put them on, and since I was doing this to understand her more, I put them on, even if it was embarrassing. I started with the panties. I slipped them up my legs and up over my balls. It was a bit tight, but the second they were around my waist I felt something new.
I felt the opposite feeling to the bad one I felt earlier. It was a bit like happiness but with a sensation of fulfillment. I got the bra on, and it was padded, so it sort of felt as though I had small breasts. The good feeling then increased.
After that came the skirt and the blouse. Both of which were a bit tight since I was taller and slightly bigger than her, but fit enough for me to wear for a few moments. Sophie looked at me and said I looked pretty good in her clothes, but there was one more thing I needed.
She ran over to her closet again, this time digging through a bunch of things. Eventually, she found a ziplock bag. She pulled it out, opened it, and grabbed the contents of the bag. It turned out to be a cute pink wig from an old cosplay.
She came over and put it on my head, securing it in place with clips that came attached to the inside. Then she had me stand in front of the mirror again. Now I got to look at myself dressed up as a girl, and I honestly couldn't believe the difference it made.
I felt normal, I felt happier, and the bad feelings were mostly gone. I felt cute, complete, and accepted because of Sophie being there with me. I told her I was starting to understand, and I’m really glad I got to try this.
She was glad as well, and then she said I could take off the ring and the effects should go away. So I went to remove it, but it was stuck. It wasn’t like my finger had swollen up and it couldn't come off, but it was like it was magically locked in place.
I tried a few times to get it off, and so did Sophie. We then tried everything in the house we could, like soap, butter, and even pliers, but nothing would work. The only choice we had was to go somewhere and have it broken off.
So I was about to get changed back into my regular clothes, which just the thought of made me feel bad, so Sophie convinced me to wear what I was wearing, assuring me no one would notice or recognize me, so we left the house as girlfriends.
We go to a ring shop and tell the employee our problem, and he says he can get the ring off, but it would likely damage the ring. We no longer had a need for it, so we told him that was okay. Then we followed him to the back.
He slipped something under the ring to protect my finger, then he used a small blade to cut the ring in half, then using pliers he pulled it apart and took it off my finger. We thanked him, paid him for the work, and returned home.
I immediately went to the bedroom and got changed back into my clothes, but that’s when I noticed it. I felt awful again, my male clothes felt bad, and looking at Sophie’s clothes that I had just taken off gave me feelings of longing and desire.
I wanted so badly to put them back on and get out of these awful clothes, and luckily this was my house, because I put them back on and awkwardly walked back out to the kitchen to talk to Sophie about the newest problem.
Sophie saw me and was confused, she asked me why I didn’t change, and I had to explain how I did, but the feelings hadn't gone away. Sophie was still confused, saying how that could be since the ring was removed.
I shrugged saying I had no idea, maybe it was because I never took it off and because it was broken off. Maybe that somehow kept the magic in place. If that were truly the case, that meant I was stuck with these feelings, just like Sophie.
Sophie started to tear up and cry, she apologized over and over again, saying she never would have done that to me, especially since she knew how hard it was. I held her and tried my best to comfort her, even though I was a bit worried.
I told her that it was okay despite my worries and that I had her there to help me and guide me, and in the end, it’s just another thing we can share and bond over. She stopped crying and smiled, she then kissed me, saying I was the best girlfriend ever.
Well in the months that followed, Sophie got me on hormones like here, she helped me get a whole new wardrobe and even come out to our friends and family. Now, here we are three years later in a hospital.
I’ve grown my hair out, grown breasts, and even look much more feminine, and even better than that, Sophie and I are about to take the next step in our transitions. In less than an hour, we’ll be on the operating table getting bottom surgery. I was merely curious about what it was like to be trans, and now I know, and honestly it’s brought me close to my girlfriend, and I don’t regret that, and I wouldn't go back and change it even if I could.
Comments
Riley
Very true that power could be very useful, but then again with the potential risks, they'd need to ensure they could actually take it off if they had any real intentions of using it.
last_of_workers
This is... really interesting... I’m not sure if I would have decided to wear such jewelry myself, especially knowing about the possible consequences, but the opportunity to understand exactly what another person is feeling is simply invaluable!
