Things I shouldn't tell you, but are too funny to keep to myself

I should preface this blog post with giving you an "R" rating. It is most definitely adult content. *wink wink*

Let me give you some explanation into the world of body dysphoria. When you are born in a body that doesn't match how you feel in your head, it causes a lot of stress. I think that most people are aware of binders and how to a lot of trans men can make their chest seem flatter and more masculine.

However the lesser, more touchy subject of lower dysphoria, and how it is dealt with is not talked about as much. I mean outside of the rude people who think that all trans men are "professor cross dresser" (I'll leave that for another day)

I promise I am trying to be informative as possible before telling you about a funny and horrible moment in my life.

Most trans men wear, what is called a "packer"  This is a prosthetic leg if you will for your downstairs "junkcal region" (i made junkal up, totally not a word) A lot of trans men will just wear this item in a pair of compression boxer briefs. You can buy harnesses, but they are cumbersome and don't feel as natural.

Ok so here goes my story....
I should start by telling you I have neglected to do laundry because I have been a bit under the weather. So, of course I was down to my least favorite briefs, but I thought "Hey, they are clean!"

My work had a big event this morning. The event is not important to the story. What you need to know was there was a lot of "group participation" and everyone from my company was there. At one point they were playing "The Cupid Shuffle" and with a little encouragement from my employee's, I ran out and joined in. So there I stand "To the right ×4 To the Left ×4, Now Kick ×4" Well I was about 2 kicks in, when I felt my d!ck fall down my pants leg. I panicked. Like, this wouldn't just be embarrassing, it also would be me outting myself in front of my entire company.

So I start to try and walk to a private place where I can rectify this problem.... Finally I get to an empty corner and I start to search for "my junk" Much to my horror, it wasn't in my pants leg any more... Or my boot.... Or anywhere. I start to look around on the floor. Where did it fall out and did anyone see it. I panicked. Like the kind of fear you feel when you left the bathroom door unlocked and someone walks in. So I am freaking out, just as two women from Admin walk by and I see my junk, on the floor about 4 steps from where I was. I run and grab it and put it in my pocket. Worst part is, I had to leave it in my pocket for the rest of the day, because I could not trust my underwear not to betray me again.

Any ways, needless to say it was a tough 12 hr day for this trans man. I am grateful though. Could have been worse, but I am still a bit in shock from the whole events.