Part of me, want to scream I'm not a girl. Yes, physically I'm one, biologically one, even genetically I'm one. But I still feel like I was a guy still well sorta. Part says yes, and no at the same time. I'll never get use to it.But I think I can fake it.
I like the shift babies concept, not enough stories focus on the years afterward of such an event and the massive repercussions it would have for decades
It is what it is. I wish it had never happened to me but I finally realized that Tim loves me and does not treat me any differently than he did before, once I had some time to accept the truth.
Without Tim, I shudder to think what I might have done to myself. Last night he asked me to marry him, for the third time. He is so patient and so understanding. I told him I needed some more time, again but this time I gave him a deadline and a "challenge".
I asked him to make love to me like it was the first time. I still remember every time we have made love but I also remember making love to my former wife. I haven't had sex since my memory came back. I didn't even tough myself until my therapist advised me to explore my body. She was male pre shift but she went from a 34 year old man to a 27 year old women. She had treated a lot of shift babies and she assured me touching myself isn't wrong or perverse, it can actually be healing.
Last night, I did that. My body was aching for release and her suggestion was welcome to be honest. It was conflicting, I recalled climaxing as a man and being in charge and thinking about being submissive to Tim. But Tim was a gentle and generous lover. He always saw to my needs and never asked me to do anything I didn't want to.
Tim accepted the challenge and he recreated out 5th date to the minute. The fancy restaurant, the same great table, the short stop at the local club for a few dances and a single drink each. The one thing we changed was going back to my apartment. He wanted me to have the option of telling him to leave, just in case.
The next morning, I woke up in Tim's arms and I have never been happier. I waited for him to wake up and then kissed him, long, deep and passionately.
"Yes, I will marry you." I said softly when the kissed ended.
"You said that last night sweetie, in fact you screamed it out loud right after you said it was the best time ever."
"It was, it really was. I just wanted to make sure that I hadn't dreamed accepting your proposal."
Katie heard a knock on the door, and got up to answer it. Before her stood a short, well endowed woman who looks around nervously claiming...
Part of me, want to scream I'm not a girl. Yes, physically I'm one, biologically one, even genetically I'm one. But I still feel like I was a guy still well sorta. Part says yes, and no at the same time. I'll never get use to it.But I think I can fake it.
ReplyDeleteI am really liking this new "shift baby" concept.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to seeing more!
I like the shift babies concept, not enough stories focus on the years afterward of such an event and the massive repercussions it would have for decades
ReplyDeleteIt is what it is. I wish it had never happened to me but I finally realized that Tim loves me and does not treat me any differently than he did before, once I had some time to accept the truth.
ReplyDeleteWithout Tim, I shudder to think what I might have done to myself. Last night he asked me to marry him, for the third time. He is so patient and so understanding. I told him I needed some more time, again but this time I gave him a deadline and a "challenge".
I asked him to make love to me like it was the first time. I still remember every time we have made love but I also remember making love to my former wife. I haven't had sex since my memory came back. I didn't even tough myself until my therapist advised me to explore my body. She was male pre shift but she went from a 34 year old man to a 27 year old women. She had treated a lot of shift babies and she assured me touching myself isn't wrong or perverse, it can actually be healing.
Last night, I did that. My body was aching for release and her suggestion was welcome to be honest. It was conflicting, I recalled climaxing as a man and being in charge and thinking about being submissive to Tim. But Tim was a gentle and generous lover. He always saw to my needs and never asked me to do anything I didn't want to.
Tim accepted the challenge and he recreated out 5th date to the minute. The fancy restaurant, the same great table, the short stop at the local club for a few dances and a single drink each. The one thing we changed was going back to my apartment. He wanted me to have the option of telling him to leave, just in case.
The next morning, I woke up in Tim's arms and I have never been happier. I waited for him to wake up and then kissed him, long, deep and passionately.
"Yes, I will marry you." I said softly when the kissed ended.
"You said that last night sweetie, in fact you screamed it out loud right after you said it was the best time ever."
"It was, it really was. I just wanted to make sure that I hadn't dreamed accepting your proposal."