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[b]Warning for readers:[/b] The story, which is an important part of the submission, references ‘explicit’ subjects.

[b]Story Preface:[/b] I made a short series of images that encompass Marian evolving into his true form. The story portions are all one shots written on the spot for fun with the ideas I had behind the drawings. For the purpose of this exercise I am not even reading back over what I write before posting. This is just practice in its raw form ^^
I am planning on coming back at later dates to fix typos, grammar, flow, etc. ^^

[b]:Content warnings:[/b] [i]Some suicidal ideation. Gender Dysphoria. Trans character gender affirming TF (but his TF is not binary)
This is both a fun and a therapeutic story for me, so it may not be the 'normal' tf story fare, which you may or may not like. So please keep all of this in mind when reading.[/i]
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[section=Story Part 2 (click!)]The intoxicating luminance of the orb pulled me in. It felt so spirited, as though just holding it could give me a brand-new outlook on life. Perhaps a silly idea, but it made me smile lightly.

My skin tingled and grew taught across my entire jawline. It wasn’t uncomfortable, more like a strong massage than anything, I closed my eyes and let the sensation wash over me.
My jaw cracked with an audible pop and my eardrums crackled pleasantly at the release, I’d been needing that all day. Every hair bristled in unison, making me shudder.

I scratched absentmindedly at my goose-bumped arm while allowing myself to mentally drift through the magnificent swirling tendrils in the mysterious globe. The hairs felt weird, almost plush, but it felt *so good* to run my nails through them that I nearly began to salivate.
Momentarily broken from my trance at the sensation I looked down to study my arm. The hair was indeed fuller than ordinary and even sparkled under the glittering stars. And my nails were long and glistening healthily, even though I just cut them yesterday, and also practically shaped into claws..

[i]What was happening, am I imagining things from how drained I am?[/i]

I felt more aware of my surroundings. My already excellent hearing felt sharper than before, I swore I could hear the careful hooves of the Deerling herd picking their way through the edge of the field. I gently cocked my head and turned an ear to better observe their quiet journey.

[i]Wait- *turned* my ear?[/i]

I could feel muscle control I typically didn’t experience. I must have really released something with the jaw adjustment.

[i]And also, how could see them so distinctly in the dark? The moon wasn’t that bright a minute ago.[/i]

I was reminded of how I hungered for sleep endlessly when I was surviving teenage growth spurts. My muscles screamed at me to stretch out and use them, so that they may test their mettle and shake out these unsettling cramps, but I was so fatigued.

At least the journey hadn’t been for nothing. My weary state was at least making me care less about every trouble I had left behind today.

[i]Feeling like an outcast? Body dysphoria? My family not accepting me for who I was?[/i]

It felt like their opinions were having less power over me.
The only thing I could describe as painful was the stinging sensation of tears welling in my eyes. My lenses became an ocean crashing on the shore, hitting all the breaks, threatening to engulf the town beyond, the fireflies now the lights of ships praying they weathered the storm.
Emotional release tastes sweeter after the bitter salt of your personal seas has been shed.

The pain and sadness began to ebb away, giving way to a tender warmth in my stomach. A tide swelled from my depths, my body remembering its craving for release of a different nature. The thought of what I drank earlier made me blush to my core:

[i]How Embarrassing! What if someone saw? But also.. what if I wanted them to see?[/i]

I shook my head, this wasn’t like me.

[i]What the actual fuck is wrong with me right now?[/i]

The heat nestled between my thighs was practically feverish. My heart pounded mercilessly in my chest, I buried my face in my free hand-
..It was fluffy. [/section]

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A bit shorter perhaps, but I have more planned for the next ones. This was kind of like, a first gentle step? ;)

I do hope you are enjoying following along ^^ I am *very excited* to write about the next images.

Also, the Anthro League Pokémon AU is leo9348’s creation <3

A small series of artworks + stories chronicling a trans man's journey with finding his true self. Pokemon tgtf from human female to maleherm latias.