ever since my best friend turned… boyfriend… a month ago, it’s still been like UEHRUGYEEEEEEHJHOWDIDTHISHAPPEN

…and greater than I ever could have expected. we still get excited and talk about the same stuff we used to. we tell each other cutie lovey things and send each other messages and cute stickers and message each other good morning and goodnight and “I love you” whenever we can. when we’re on the way home on the train and we both run out of endless things to say or show to each other or I’m just tired I just get to huddle up really close to him and rest my head on his shoulder. touches. hugs. kisses. makeouts. lots of makeouts that lead into more… we don’t have to suppress anymore because we think it’s wrong or something the other didn’t want. I love it… we love it… even without prog idk how I’m this crazy for him… 😵‍💫

yet I still worry about things at the back of my mind… especially when we’re… doing more… we almost always try to talk out anything that’s on our minds beforehand and not during or after, and that’s always worked out super well. I really enjoy taking charge and telling him what to do… and he enjoys that as well (trans girl dom??? someone put this in the record books hehe). but with my position… I always worry that I might pressure him into doing something he doesn’t wanna do… mostly on me… so I’m almost always doing things that pleasure him, and don’t get me wrong I still love that a lot, especially with me in control… but whenever I have new thoughts that have to do with me and especially having to do with what’s down… I get worried about how that would make him feel. with the fact we’re both 18 and kinda dumb, never had any extensive relationships in the past, and the fact he’s straight but just never ever had his eyes on a trans girl until now… I’m afraid of messing things up.

when we’ve talked, he’s noticed that I haven’t asked for too much in return, he’s open to me asking, and that he doesn’t actually mind how I am (which surprised him as well). especially when I’m excited there’s no really hiding it… and he’s always expressed that he really likes how I look… so I believe him… but I can’t stop worrying at the back of my mind and I can’t turn to anywhere else for support/advice/something/whatnot/whaterevreurgwer… guwhguwghuwguhuggfffffh