In a flash and covered in cold sweat I shoot up, breathing heavily. It was just a dream Jay, just a little dream.
I lay back down, scowling at myself for being so pathetic. To check my reality I lift my tee shirt just a bit and look down. No surprise, it's still there. The blobs of tissue that spread dysphoria like a cancer in the blood.
I look out the window and see that it's still dark. Saturday Jay, you can lie in. I tell myself, although I feel wary about sleeping, afraid that I will see Caitlin again, like every night. But eventually my body gives in to the fatigue and enters a restless slumber.
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Trapped (my gender dysphoria)
RandomThis is about me and how it feels to have my life.