With his assurance, I continued. I told him that when I was around 16, I started to feel an affinity towards femininity. By the time I was 17 or 18, I was uploading pictures on a website, coincidentally, the very site he was currently browsing. It felt safe and freeing to share my self-expression in a space devoid of harsh judgement, where most of the feedback was positive and encouraging.

As I turned 19, I began to share more and more pictures, flooding the site with my various poses and expressions. Each week was marked by a new set of images that mirrored my journey. Some of these pictures even contained explicit content, something I felt comfortable doing as I explored my identity further. All of this was done in privacy, without the knowledge of anyone in my life.

His interest grew even further, prompting him to ask whether the site still existed. I confessed that I hadn't uploaded anything there for about three to four years, but the site was still active. His next request startled me, he asked if he could see my pictures on the site. The surprise and fear mixed within me, causing me to wonder if he was trying to make a mockery out of me or if he was genuinely interested.

But with his reassurance that he simply wanted to understand me better, I felt a sense of comfort. I wasn't half a girl as he had assumed, I was a whole girl trapped in a man's body, a confession I hoped he would understand. The conversation would continue, with me navigating this unexpected terrain of openness and acceptance.