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traaaaaaannnnnnnnnns
Welcome to /c/traaaaaaannnnnnnnnns, an anti-capitalist meme community for transgender and gender diverse people.
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Luna containment zone: typed out more than I thought
Going back in my journal is quite interesting. For a while I was very anxious about boobs, and not sure whether or not I wanted them. I had gotten to the point of looking into SERMs and such to prevent growth, but it seemed like too much of a hassle, and I didn't want to deal with the scary side effects (including the possibility of eliminating future breast growth lol). Got on E, realized that I actually wanted them, they started growing in, and I just wanted them more and more. It was quite euphoric lying down on my chest and sitting there, wondering why it was so sore and hurt so much, before I put the pieces together and realized they were finally growing in. Now I regularly sacrifice a lamb to the gods each day paired with an hour of uninterrupted prayer (something along the lines of "grow grow grow"). Interesting how I went from being anxious about boobs (growing) to being anxious about boobs (not growing enough).Anyway, wishing you luck on the boobs, they're quite great for reasons I can't quite explain