The story that starts it all! This was inspired by the sensations of my nerves reconnecting after my top surgery two years ago.
As a trans person, I find so much beauty in discovering what pleasures one's body holds for them as we become our true selves. 💕 Lord knows I've still got a lot of discovery ahead of me.
This is my first story on here, so y'all better be nice!!!!
Love, Your Local Transmasc Horndog. 💕
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"It is with considerable difficulty that I remember the original æra of my being: all the events of that period appear confused and indistinct. A strange multiplicity of sensations seized me, and I saw, felt, heard, and smelt, at the same time; and it was, indeed, a long time before I learned to distinguish between the operations of my various senses....
No distinct ideas occupied my mind; all was confused. I felt light, and hunger, and thirst, and darkness; innumerable sounds rung in my ears, and on all sides various scents saluted me: the only object that I could distinguish was the bright moon, and I fixed my eyes on that with pleasure.
Several changes of day and night passed, and the orb of night had greatly lessened when I began to distinguish my sensations from each other."
- Excerpt from "Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus" by Mary Shelly - 1818
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If birth is something that one can recover from - as if from a wound - then I had been in recovery for several days.
The skin had been stitched with seemingly little aesthetic consideration, as if The Doctor had reserved all of my beauty for the muscles and tendons that would never be seen.
(I don't think fondly on my first moments awake. My joints felt as though they were born tired; My thick hair sleeping within the coffin-like follicles of a bloodless scalp. The faint smell of moist earth within my nostrils, wetness in my lungs.)
Tart berries and raw tree nuts allowed me to wander the forest for days until I finally was found by the Doctor, by which time my stomach had learned the knife-like pangs of hunger.
He wrapped a cloak around my shoulders and guided my hulking frame towards an angular black mass, tethered to an animal nearly as tall as I. It wore metal shoes upon its feet and tossed its hair gently against insects.
I was weak, but I remember the creaking clang of a door. I heard a hurried rush of instructions thrown towards someone who held the tethers of the large animal. I remember the primal shock that briefly bolted across my heart as the vehicle began to move, and the brief and fleeting warmth of the Doctor's hand upon mine.
Brief and fleeting.
I remember, as well, the rapid vibrations of the carriage that coursed through my tired body as we rolled across rickety cobblestones and fallen branches.
I know not how long we drove. We rode far from the forest, and it escaped me as to how I had managed to find my way here in the first place.
The rocking vibrations of the carriage were luring me dangerously close to slumber.
The alarm bells of my senses had exhausted me, and thus it took me a while to understand that the ceaseless rumbling was calling attention to something altogether new. I began to notice a dull, gentle tingle moving across my buttocks and into my lower belly, which began to settle into my- oh- Ohh. Oh-!
Was this alright? Had a stitch somewhere in an intimate space come loose, and was I -
Hmmmn. Hnn... Ah!
I must have looked aghast, my breath sharp as my eyelids closed in an attempt to shut out this intrusive sensation.
The Doctor caught my expression, and his eyes widened with concern.
