I was back in the real world, it seemed… whatever had just happened to me. I could go as fast as my body’s pleasure throughput allowed. Pornhat On my crotch. Where was I? “Must’ve been just me,” I thought as I lay back down in my bed and closed my eyes again. I always did pay extra attention as they walked around the house, to make sure none walk into my room. I’d poured out so many core memories into the pages of those notebooks that there was no way I could part ways with them now; they were part of who I was, they helped me figure out I was trans and I could love anyone irrespective of their gender.
