When I was in high school, I was a relatively popular kid, friends with everyone, had gf, invited to parties, etc. This he, who was me, even bullied people (completely idiotic).
One day, after a swimming lesson, While changing in the locker room, I accidentally dropped my towel and everyone saw my genitals. Not all, but a fair number.
And then came that “WTF FELIX YOUR DICK IS HUGE” moment. And I had to pretend I was proud of having a big penis. But god, good god, how I hated that thing and its size.
I spent my entire high school years hearing jokes about how I was a centaur, a titan, and that my girlfriends must suffer (I had a reputation of having two girlfriends, But I only had one girlfriend and one great girl friend.).
This is so bizarre. I ran into those boys the other day, and they respected me, at least to my face.
Yeah, I remembered that today while washing the dishes.
Total jock turned trans… well… seems the whole “I knew since I was six and I was always so feminine” fairy tale is just that… a fairy tale… but how do you deal with it… remembering yourself as having been so utterly hypermasculine and chudish and all…
Because doing that myself makes me wanna die.
Knowing that I wasn’t myself, just a caricature to please others.
That makes sense… 🫂