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yea my mom. she was and still is to this day my greatest bully. I know I was a shit kid but I don't think how she went about parenting was right. I remember the first time she went through my phone at 14 and found out I was gay and questing my gender. she screamed at me in front of my entire family for hours and later took me aside and told me my identity was endangering my siblings and I should be ashamed. I ended up repressing my feelings till I moved out which I regret because I was fairly effeminate as a boy and I probably would have made it but now I'm an ugly manmoder.

>be me
>24 year old tranny
>around 3 years of hrt, i finally look decent (never kill yourself)
>talking to my therapist
>briefly mention some upcoming dance run by my city's queer group
>so you're going right nona?
>goddammit, i guess
>fast forward to the dance
>dressed kinda fancy, finally brave enough to try makeup
>it's just light eyeliner but i feel pretty at least
>get inside
>basically no one, but i got there pretty early (why are gays always late?)
>get a drink at the bar, find a table by myself and people watch for a bit
>i don't plan on talking to anyone, i'm too autistic and anxious for that
>i'll just sit in the corner like a weirdo and get drunk, go home and cut myself
>that's what i was thinking anyways
>and then they walked in
>two fucking vampires
>one is in a dark red victorian era dress, full outfit, including a black fancy hat
>holding on to her arm is a goth girl who looked like she just got back from her husbands funeral (who died in mysterious circumstances)
>both of them are stunning
>i watch as they walk around and socialize with the other couples
>damn they're hot
>they'll never talk to me though
>i look away and keep sipping my cocktail
>looking around, everyone here is happy and absolutely gorgeous
>still alone at the table
>basically everyone here is with someone else, makes it harder to even think about socializing
>wallowing in my misery and drinking
>someone sits at my table
>IT'S THE VAMPIRES
>nervously compliment their outfits
>they're more than happy to yap about how everything works (corsets and petticoats type shit)
>thank fuck, i'm too retarded to think about talking to these girls, just looking at them makes me nervous because they're so pretty
>after a bit of talking they suggest we move to a comfier spot
>i agree and we end up sitting on a couch together in the back of the venue
>victorian dress is in the middle, goth girl on one side, me on the other
>they start cuddling (1/many)