LogFAQs > #966464998

What it says on the tin. This probably won't even get as far as most of mine do (which is, not very far at all).

My recent days off were as dichotomous as possible. On Thursday, I got some blood drawn: my blood is drawn regularly to keep track of my hormone levels, so I've gotten it drawn plenty recently without incident. This time, I was holding the gauze to the injection site, and I just straight up blacked-out. The lab techs were super freaked out and roused me. I was all woozy, nauseous, dizzy, hot, sweaty, and deathly pale. They applied ice packs to my forehead and the back of my neck and got me water, and let me chill in the room for as long as I needed to feel better. All in all, they took great care of me, but I was basically dead the rest of the day.

And yesterday? I was with my girl. I wore a bathing suit for the first time, and went to the beach with her. We talked for hours. She's poly, which was a bit of a bomb, and not very driven to have sex(obvious), but I was texting with a poly friend after while she was making her food about it, and they talked a bit about how that works and that it's hard sometimes, but then added, "But you love her, right?"
And I texted back, as I was checking out her ass, "No one I would rather be with, no ass I would rather be checking out right now." Then I went to the bathroom, and came out and found her on the couch she literally never sits on. And we just talked about our bodies and some touching occurred. She told me one of her friends is getting married and asked if I would go, so...uhh...might need to get a dress LOL.
And no bathing suit pics, sorry. Maybe pics of the bathing suit, but not of me in it. Just remember: trans girls with bulges belong at the beach! And so do trans men without them!