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Let's see now. She's on T. And topical E. (Presumably for atrophy?) PrEP. (Of course, every T&H gay trans man must be on that now.) Gotta a dose of Flagyl. Who knows what else is percolating in her body, probably some psych meds or possibly some wacky pooner-only natural supplement that she's not disclosing? And yet with all that green goo horror going on she still can't swing relaxing enough to enable her doc to crank her open and get a good look in there? FFS. "Show me on the doll where the green goo comes out, Honey. There's no need for you to experience discomfort here. I mean, maybe your uterus is green too, but we'll work around your (manly) terror."Down in the valley was a chemical spill: after a roll in the hay with a new beau, trouble brews south of the the belt line as a li'l dood begins constantly oozing odorous green slime from her vagina to the point where even after only a few hours of being upright, she has to change out her soaked-through pants - and that as she puts on fresh clothes, the discharge runs down her leg in a steady stream. If that wasn't bad enough, she has a frightening rash across her belly, and her doctor is completely at a loss as to what to do next. The kicker? Supposedly, she has tested negative for STDs.
Spider On The Ceiling Pooner and Green Goo Pooner remind me of those delicate Victorian gals who needed fainting couches because they were laced too tight.
And it's funny too, that Green Goo Pooner expects her gyno squeezer to know everything that could possibly come from her dosing herself with cross sex hormones. I mean, men with vaginas are common now, right Doc? You learned absolutely everything about us in gyno med school, right? You know what to do about this bizarre condition, right? All I need is a pill or suppository, right? Right?
And since her Doc is at a loss, the brilliant minds of Reddit are asked for their expert help.














