OWIE! MY TIDDIE HURTS! 🤕
So I'm still experiencing breast growth four years into transition and it hurts like a bitch. At first I just kinda held my tit and whined about the pain like a normal bitch. I then committed to a thought exercise to work though the pain. I thought of my delusional ex girlfriend torturing me with nipple clamps and how good it felt to be in tit pain. I've always enjoyed having my tits tortured. I sometimes hit myself in the boob just to remind myself that there real. "I've come this far" I think yo myself "nobody can stop me". I sat in my bed as my legs shook and I muttered and whimpered for more torture. The progesterone in my body swiftly answered by sending a sharp pain to my left nipple. I gripped my pillow from the sharp sting of progress and the overwhelming stimuli of the mammoried girlmeat shifting and expanding. And then calm. Peace. I sighed to myself and as quickly as the oversexualized demented shameful mechanism fired every system in my brain the excitement ceases. The feeling is replaced with peace. I am still myself. my body is a space to occupy the totality of my sexual psychology and spirits of my ancestors pushing me forward to be more dyke. More butch. More queen. More black. More trans.
