116 days (16 weeks, 4 days)
First of all, I’m going to be talking about the weird shit thats been happening in my pants. So, if you dont want to read about my junk, don’t. If you’re family, I’d advise against further reading because that’s real awkward.
One of the things most affected by the influx of androgens in my body (via testosterone injections) has been my...downstairs?
Eh, that’s a weird term.
I have yet to come up with a word to use that feels right. Like, dick sounds weird and not right. Anything referencing female anatomy is def not right so, I’ll stick to junk, I guess?
Right, so, my junk has been going through quite the makeover in just the past 4 months.
Things are growing, smells are different, feels are different, hair is spreading down my thighs, I understand having boners now. Thankfully, having unexpected boners is not as big (lol) of an issue when in public or in non-boner appropriate places.
Within the first week, I noticed growth in my junk. (If you’re lost, google “ftm growth”)
To me, I feel super great about that change. It makes me feel like one of the most female things about my body isn’t as much so now. I also began having the best orgasms of my life. I am unsure if I can attribute this directly to the higher hormone levels or a higher sense of comfort with myself, but H O L Y S H I T.
Although, I have had to re-figure out how to masturbate; It is as comical as it is fun.
But, mainly, I just want to talk about how fucking uncomfortable it is wearing underwear/pants some days.
My junk is extremely sensitive now.
To help explain it: Imagine taking the most sensitive body part in the world and making it larger and even more sensitive. Now, imagine the seams of boxers irritating the shit out of it for an entire day. You might think that it could be enjoyable, but I assure you that it is not at all pleasant.
I don’t know how cis men go about their lives without this issue.
Or maybe they do?
I know other people have to do adjustments throughout the day, but this is practically unavoidable no matter how I arrange my underwear or wear my pants.
I mean, If some irritation is all I have to complain about with all these changes, I’ll take it.
Plus, did I mention I’m having the best orgasms of my life?