Being friends with someone transitioning MtF as a closeted transmasc is such an insane experience it’s like:
Wow we can trade clothes! I want to get rid of the parts of myself that you are working to gain for yourself. I can teach you how to braid! I wish I could cut off this long hair and give it to you. Someone called us “you girls” and you’re so happy you’re passing and I’m happy for you too! I want to tear off my skin. That’s a beautiful name you’re going by now! I would rather people call me by your old one. Seeing someone start to experience girlhood is wonderful! Let me out let me out let me out.









