this story started with me thinking about how most tgtf stories and art i've seen don't mesh with how i felt about being trans before bed, then waking up after 5 hours of sleep posessed by a muse to write one which does. it then turned into me writing 3000 words in a single sitting and pouring all of my feeling about my transition into it, with me only realising that i did this after i read it back to edit later in the day. a little while into my transition i learned to intentionally dissassociate to not be crushed by my dysphoria, and i wrote this just after i stopped needing to do that, i was finally at home in my body enough to imagine being intimate with another person and a week or so before i wrote this i experienced a warmth low in my tummy in reaction to something erotic or romantic for the first time ever and was completely unsure what it was, so i gave luna the same experience and that results in a section that (in my oppinion) feels like a teen fumbling their way through writing smut for the first time. i don't want to change it though, awkwardness is normal for people to go through and it's accurate to me at the time (i was sex repulsed aroace until a bit later)