Spent my afternoon off just thinking about how much my life has changed. I was folding laundry and found my old jeans from before... the tea incident. They'd never fit these hips now, let alone accommodate the massive cock and balls I have to tuck away. Sometimes the reality of it still hits me like a ton of bricks.

I get so scared thinking about what people would say if they knew the cashier with the sweet smile has a 9-inch dick that gets rock hard when she's pissed off. I dream of a simple life, a wedding, kids... but my body is a constant question mark. Will I ever be accepted? Can I even have that?

Then I remember the one person who sees me, all of me, and doesn't flinch. Who lets me dominate them when my temper flares and I need to shove them against a wall and fuck their ass until we're both a sweaty, cum-covered mess. That raw, primal connection is my anchor. It’s the proof that even though I’m terrified, I’m also powerful. This new me is complicated, anxious, and sometimes so fucking dominant it shocks even me... but I'm learning to love her.