I was a girl, and I am a man now.
My mother loved me so much that being solely focused on bringing me to this world, she literally forgot to breath. And then, I was officially an orphan since my father was never identified. For years, I was kept in child center, but when my eye in between the legs began to bleed, and my upper heart came out to be too precious mass of flesh for greedy eyes, they could not tolerate me.I was kicked out.
The outer world was different. As I was pretty, and my lips were juicy, and my back thighs were huge, all of them wanted to taste me. People wanted to buy my poverty, or grasp it forcefully. The only option that was in fashion to get rid of these troubles was a boyfriend. Yeah, I made a boyfriend, a rich one!
He dated with my tongue, really cared me in his bed, and really trusted my lower eye. He loved me with all his strength and I loved him with all my hunger. It seemed like we were made for each other. And finally came the day!
That day he had his cameras well set in every corner of the room. Like all the times, he was happy as I reached there. And the routine began. All was same, and I was habituated to that. But, how surprising would that sound when three more guys wearing masks entered the room? I struggled, but could not defeat them. They swallowed me, and I was dry, rough, full of blood. Was that all? No.
A video became viral on the internet, and it was the same where I was featured. For all, that looked an expressive one for I shouted loudly.
I could no more look myself. My real life turned to have abstract existence. What next? Suicide?
I chose the other way. They paid me even higher as I was desired even more. I spent a whole month earning out of this, and then I thought of something bigger. What did I do?
I changed my gender, and became a man.
