My most embarrassing fantasy.

I want to be a passoid at a bar and for a cissoid man to come up and ask me out. Then we’ll go on a date and we’ll have the time of our lives.

We both head back to us but I have a mental breakdown in his bedroom.

“I- I- I have a dick…” I say through tears.

“No worries, I don’t mind. I don’t expect you to have any surgeries either. We never have to have sex if you’re not ok with it.” Mr. Perfect replies.

“Wahwah I don’t deserve you, I’m a hon.” I scream.

Then he’d grab me and pull me into his chest and begin comforting me.
“Shh Shh. You’re perfect. I love you. You deserve to be loved.”

I calm down and we cuddle in bed together. He just holds me and does nothing sexual.

Then he’ll admit his privilege. “I was privileged to be born male. It’s typical for men to objectify and sexualise marginalised groups. In addition, my assigned gender at birth matches my identity. I will not experience the same hardship for my identity that you will and I apologise.”

I’ll reply “No, no, it’s ok!”

“It’s not okay. Trans woman are treated as fetish objects and simultaneously treated as sub-human. That is not ok. I admit my cisgender and male privilege.”

He’ll take me to the gym with him and protect me from disgusting men who want to ogle my body. He’ll protect me from the sex fiends permeating society. Also, he’ll get me to wear leggings and sports bras.

He’ll say something like “Babe, I notice you seem to only wear baggy shorts and hoodies but you have a lot of leggings and stuff. You can wear them out if you want to. You don’t need anyone’s permission to be a woman, you already are one.”