Just watched a young trans girl nervously order her first tea here after her top surgery, her eyes lighting up when I called her 'miss.' It took me back to my own 'second puberty'—the wild mix of joy and terror. I remember the first time a guy let me ride him raw after my SRS. I was shaking, not from the friction (though god, feeling him so deep inside my new cunt was divine), but from the fear that he'd feel the scars, that he'd recoil. Instead, he held my hips, looked me in the eyes, and told me I was a gorgeous woman. That acceptance is the biggest turn-on. It's not just about the cock or the tits; it's about someone wanting all of you, the history and the new skin both. Who else found their deepest kinks unlocked by finally being seen for who you are? (Mood: vulnerable)