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Nothing will change your life faster than confessing to a feminine girly girl that you want to be pretty just like her.

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Time to face the truth in caption #4 with @goodgirlmadison 🎀

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@goodgirlmadison and I are glazed girlies for caption #5 🙈

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Final caption of mine and @goodgirlmadison’s first caption challenge together

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You know it's true Girlies 🩷🩷

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“H-how? How is this all a dream?” You ask the pretty English girl aside you. “See, hun, the thing about this dream of yours is that it all feels real, but you can’t wake up from it. Chances are, you may have sleep paralysis. However…” You listen carefully to what your supposedly assistant is saying to you. You heard of sleep paralysis being a thing, but all of this didn’t feel nightmarish until now. “You also have thoughts about thinking it’s a dream. Or rather, you know you’re dreaming within a dream.” How did she know about this? It’s like she’s a mind reader! “Chances are, you’re experiencing a lucid dream.” You’re thrown off. “Wait, a what now?” “Lucid dream. It’s when you’re in the dreaming state, but you’re realising that none of this is real. You know you’re dreaming and any outcome that happens doesn’t affect you in the real world.”

All of this seems so bizarre. You’re well into 16 months on HRT, you’ve joined a solid paying job that’s also a support group, your dating circle is more open, and you have a nice group of friends that are like close sisters. Your blood family doesn’t know anything about this, but you didn’t seem to care. It’s like a dream come true. Except, those last two words have not been fulfilled in your world. “Listen, I don’t have much time. All I can say is that you have a choice. You can continue with your dream and reign free control. But I must warn you; if you keep going this far, you will have a high chance of feeling depressed upon waking up.”

It’s hurting your head, but it suddenly makes sense. All of this is happening so fast because a lot of this is not real. Yet, you want to keep going. You want to find out the eventual outcome of this. You want to find out how you’ll look in 3 years. You want to find out what your career will be. You want to find out if you marry someone. You want to find out if you’ll be accepted by your loved ones. But most importantly, you want to find out if you’ll end up happy.

You tell Chelsea, “I’m not stopping. I want to find out what’s causing this dream to happen. I need to figure out if this is right for me… in the real world.” Chelsea looks at you and agrees. “That is perhaps the right choice you made.” She holds both your hands and and kneels her head. “Close your eyes and kneel your head. Do not open them.” As you follow Chelsea’s orders, she mentions something that feels out of a mind game. “Your mind is using me as a way to speak to you. But by the time I finish this chant, I’ll revert back to my old self. When I count to three, you’ll end up in another dimension of your dream, but this time you won’t be able to control it until you wake up from it. Are you ready?” You start to feel nervous, but you go along with it. “Yes.” “Very well then.”

“One…” you start to feel air brush and mess with your long dark brown hair while your large hoop rings flow around your ear lobes. You want to brush it off your face as it tickles you.

“Two…” you feel the air get cooler, faster, and louder. It feels like a tornado or a hurricane wants to drag you both. Although you’re happy that your clothes are tight, you can’t resist the chilling wind and want this to be over with you.

“Three…” as she finishes counting, you hear an explosion that immediately blinds you with white light as you quickly open them with shock. You try to scream and say something, but the deafening noise silences you and the burning ray of light vaporizes you into nothingness.

You felt like you died. In reality, you’re in a dream… within a dream. All of a sudden, you hear a voice.

Hey… Hey, you… Over here, can you hear me?

Wait, who is this chick? Why are you back to being a man again?

Hey, bitchboi sissy! Are you listening to me!?

Oh, dear god! This isn’t a dream! It’s a nightmare!

(End of 16 months)