I can’t stop smiling. Not because I need to, but because this all feels so good. Just three days ago I was still a nineteen-year-old guy, another name on Good Gurls Rehab’s intake form. Outwardly, I told everyone it was about the tuition. Free college, a stable future. That was true enough. But in the back of my head? I wanted this. I wanted to know what it felt like to walk through the world as a woman.
Now here I am, strolling through the fluorescent chill of the grocery store, dressed in cutoff shorts and an oversized tee. No bra. My choice.
And...wow! The first time I drift past the coolers, the air conditioning brushes against me and my nipples tighten instantly. The sensation is sharp, electric—so much more intense than anything I knew before. And it’s obvious. Two little peaks pressing right through my shirt. I hug my arms across my chest at first, instinctively embarrassed, but then I catch my reflection in the glass door... I don’t hate it. Actually... I love it.
It’s like my whole body has become a new language I get to learn, one breath, one step, one shiver at a time. The boy I was used to crave sensations...touch, adrenaline, anything to remind him he was alive. The girl I am now doesn’t have to chase it. Just walking past a row of sparkling waters makes me tingle.
People glance at me, some quick, some lingering, and instead of shrinking, I roll my shoulders back and let them see. Not because I want their approval, but because I want my own.
Three days in, and I already know: this isn’t rehab for me. It’s freedom.
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