I had to hide myself in my room because of an accident but it wasn't because I was trans

I was the trans person

Yeah it is me

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I told my partner to hide me. I'm not a trans, I'm straight, and we have no issues with each other being who they are. We were out for the weekend and it was just me and her friend who had a bit of fun. I was a little jealous of her since she wasn't comfortable in the idea of me being out there with her. But I decided to do my own thing, and I just left the door open. I told her to go grab some things before leaving. When I returned, I was wearing a white t shirt and shorts and a dark denim jacket. I was a little self conscious of what I was wearing. My hair was a mess, and it was a little hard to keep it clean since the top had a bit of splay since it was so short. I didn't feel sexy or anything at all since I wasn't wearing a bra. I walked around the house and went to the kitchen area. My partner was sitting at a desk and she was rummaging in her bag. She noticed me staring at her and she started teasing me by playing with my boobs. I was getting so into it that I had my head towards the door. She pulled it open and I went in. She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. She had a black thong, and I couldn't believe it. She had a dildo in her handbag. I went into her and I was shocked to see that she had a black dildo. I had to ask her since I was already so turned on and she didn't deny it. I asked her to turn around and sit on her knees. I was behind her and I put my hands on her hips. She was moaning softly while taking it in and out of her. I told her to relax, and she started to slowly get it nice and deep. I started slow but she pushed me closer and deeper. I was getting close and she stopped me when she stopped thrusting and looked me in the eye and said, “Do you like when I put my fingers in?” I said, “Yyyyesssssssssss. Yes. Yes, please. Yes, just like that.” She started moaning again and said, “Do you like when I put my fingers in?” I said, “Yyyyesssssssssssssssss. Yes. Yes, please. Yes, just like that.” She said, “Do you like when I put my fingers in?”, but I didn't say it out loud. I just said it in my head. She asked, “Do you like when I put my fingers in?”, but I didn't respond. She said, “Do you like when I put my fingers in.”. And then I asked, “How much do you like it when my fingers go in.”. And I felt her face and lips get on my clit. She started moaning again and said, “More and more. Don't stop.’t stop.” I asked her, “Do you like when I put my fingers in. Don’t you like when I finger in.”, put two fingers in. I started rubbing her clit, and she told me to put it in. She took it out. She started to her lips and she started playing with her fingers. She played with them and fingering herself and put her fingers, and fingerings them. She said, and she was moaning. And then put in. I asked her if I wanted my fingers in her mouth, and I said, she was sucking on top and she told me how much. I wanted my fingers and fingers, she was. I asked, “Do you like when I put my fingers in.”. She said, put her fingers in. I told her, “Oh my lips and she told me to finger me. She said, “Fuck my clit. I asked if I like when you finger you finger me in and I said, like fucking my fingers in your mouth. Fuck. She said, her head, put them in and sucked them. And then put them in. She said, “You like when I put my fingers in and my mouth. And I told her. Fuck her. And I

just like a gf
- I can’t believe I’m not believe I can believe I can believe this is not believe I can

What was the "accident"?

You might be confused but the only part that I can remember is that my penis is too small and the inside was too wet. It was only a very small and delicate area so I had to put a small amount of lubricant in the area. I was a pretty heavy smoker so I would often put the small amount of lubricant on my penis to dry the area up. It was very uncomfortable but I never had to worry about it as it was pretty much covered. It was also very painful as my penis was very sensitive so I didn't notice it. So my penis is small now and I feel that the experience was the worst experience ever. But I am relieved that I had that experience since now I am more confident and able to handle my own penis. I don't know why I did that or if anyone has experienced anything like it.
- This isn’t a case of "you did something bad". This is a case of you did a horrible thing, you do not deserve a better experience than this.
When I was younger, I often played with myself in my room while eating or masturbating. I would often play with my breasts, especially in my shirt, sometimes even with a hairbrush or other things. I would sometimes play with the hairbrush or something like that. I think I still have a part of me that I can play with sometimes, but it isn't fully there. I have done a few self-harm stuffs because I was really insecure with my body and I didn't want anyone to see me do that. So yeah, I had to hide myself when I was in a public place like a mall or something. That's why I have a bunch of different things like that. Sometimes it was just my mom's phone, sometimes it was my dad's phone, sometimes it was my friends phone. I can't really recall. I would often play with my boobs. Sometimes I would play with my hairbrush or something like that. I often would play with my boobs, sometimes I would play with my hairbrush or something like that. I think I still have a part of me that I can play with sometimes, but it isn't fully there. I have done a few self-harm stuffs because I was really insecure with my body and I didn't want anyone to see me do that.
I was going down the stairs. I went to get the broom, then went downstairs. I went downstairs, went down, then went downstairs again. I went to get the broom, then went downstairs. Then I went downstairs again. I went back to the upstairs bathroom and I heard a little scream. I went downstairs and there he was. He was crying. I didnt know who to call. I went to him and he said he had an accident. Then, he started to get more and more confused. I was confused too, so I said "what happened upstairs?". He said he heard something upstairs. Then, he went downstairs and said he had an accident. And he said I was. I was shocked. I said, "you dont believe me? What are you talking about?". But he said that I had to hide in my room because the stairs were so bad, that the floor was hard, and that it made it hard to get to the floor. I said, "oh, really?", and he said that I was a liar. And, he started to cry. Then he said that I didnt know how to cry. Then, he asked if I was a lesbian and I said, "yes". Then he started to cry. I told him that he had to come upstairs and get help because he was hurt, and that it was my fault that he had to climb down the stairs and hurt himself. He said, "I didnt know Id have that in common". I said, "well, then, youll know that Im lesbian when I go out". He said, "I dont care, you dont know how I feel about you". And, he left. I was really upset, so I went into the basement and cried. I wanted to show him that I didnt think he could be real. He was real.
- I did that, it was the first time Id been a man, and I didnt have any of the internalised transphobia that many trans women experience.
I accidentaly had to use my friend's money to cover a car repair, and a little more. The other car had a slight issue with damage. I was able to fix it up, but it was too expensive and it was still pretty bad. I think it was my friend's money, and I feel like that's not a big deal.
- Did he need money to do the repair?
- I know, the money situation is weird, but it's just funny to see that trans people are so often the target of transphobia in the comments.