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Wow....As Almas grew older, he began to realize that his body was changing in ways that didn't quite align with who he felt he was inside. His voice deepened, and he noticed the first signs of hair sprouting on his face. Panic seized him as he faced the specter of masculinity encroaching upon his femininity. Determined to hold onto the essence of himself, Almas sought out a solution.
Unable to find support from traditional medical channels, Almas turned to the internet in search of a remedy. Through clandestine online forums and underground networks, he procured hormone replacement therapy (HRT). With each dose of estrogen, he felt a sense of relief wash over him, as if he was finally reclaiming ownership of his body.
For a time, Almas flourished. His skin softened, his features retained their gentle contours, and the threat of baldness seemed like a distant nightmare. He embraced his identity with a newfound confidence, navigating the world as the person he always knew he was meant to be.
But as the years passed, doubts began to gnaw at Almas's resolve. What if he was missing out on something by suppressing his natural testosterone? What if he could find happiness by embracing the very thing he had fought so hard to avoid?
In a moment of recklessness, Almas made a fateful decision. He ceased his HRT, eager to explore life without the artificial barrier that had shielded him from the ravages of testosterone. At first, the change was imperceptible, a subtle shift in the rhythm of his body. But then, like a storm gathering on the horizon, the effects began to manifest.
Almas experienced what was known in certain online communities as "twinkdeath," a colloquial term for the drastic physical changes that can occur when someone stops taking feminizing hormones. Hair fell from his scalp in clumps, leaving behind barren patches of skin where once there had been lush locks. His once full head of hair receded until he reached a Norwood 7 level of baldness, leaving him nearly completely bald. His voice deepened to a growl, roughened by the abrasive touch of testosterone. His skin, once soft and smooth, became rough and weathered.
Each day, Almas felt himself slipping further away from the person he used to be. He tried to reclaim his femininity, but it felt like grasping at smoke, elusive and intangible. He looked in the mirror and saw a stranger staring back at him, a distorted reflection of the person he once was.
Regret consumed him, a bitter taste that lingered on his tongue. He longed for the days when he had embraced his true self without reservation, when the world had seemed full of endless possibilities. Now, he was trapped in a body that felt foreign and alien, a constant reminder of the irreversible mistake he had made.
In the quiet hours of the night, Almas would weep bitter tears, mourning the loss of the person he once was and the future he would never have. He searched for solace in the embrace of others, but found only emptiness and longing.
And so, Almas lived out the rest of his days in a state of perpetual anguish, haunted by the ghost of a decision that had shattered his world beyond repair. The boy who had once danced with the grace of a butterfly was gone, replaced by a hollow shell of a man who could never escape the prison of his own making.
Doesnt sound good. I read others with eye issues on RU like floaters/worse eyesight and red eyes. Ru dont give me a single side effect. But I still wont use it anymore.Strange, I have a slight allergy in the form of itchy eyes and a sweaty nose. I don’t even know what component of RU can cause such a reaction. The allergy is not severe, so I will tolerate it. Maybe it will go away on its own.
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