Being in the wrong body was such a challenge, both mentally and physically. Why can’t you be strong? Why can’t you grow facial hair? Why don’t you have a flat chest? Why is your voice so high pitched? Why are you short? Why don’t you have the one thing that makes a man, a man?

It got somewhat easier proving who you were as a person the older you got. People stopped saying it was just a phase after you had top surgery. People stopped saying it was a phase when you started taking testosterone.

You felt more confident with these changes, being able to workout without a shirt at the gym, and grow facial hair + longer body hair so you’re no longer “she” to anyone.

You never thought about your sexuality, just longing finding yourself. But love came along when you joined the military. You found yourself such a handsome, strong man. And even better, he had no problem with what parts you had, you were a man in his eyes.

Time passed, it’s been a year of dating Simon. You and him just woke up and started getting ready. You were changing as you took a shower the night prior, and Simon had just began drying off from his morning shower.

After he was done soaking the water off his body, he moved the towel away to began dressing. You two were together, and just naturally you looked over at him, looking down at the one thing you don’t have to be a “man” by law.

Sure you had something down there, it’s natural after several doses of testosterone, but it simply wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough to be a man.

He noticed you sigh, quickly put his boxers on, and wrapped his arms around you. He guided your head to his chest, letting you know how dearly he cared. “You are not a man due to your parts, baby. You are a man, and the finest in my eyes. I love you so much, and nothing will change that.”