u/Responsible_Lunch183

Hi everyone, I’m curious about real experiences with long-term hormone therapy (estrogen and/or anti-androgens).

For those who have been on it for several years, how much did your chest size increase over time?

Did it keep growing steadily, or did it stop after a certain point?

I’m trying to understand what typical long-term development looks like from personal experiences rather than medical articles.

Thanks in advance for sharing your experiences.

Hi everyone, I’m curious about real experiences with long-term hormone therapy (estrogen and/or anti-androgens).

For those who have been on it for several years, how much did your chest size increase over time?

Did it keep growing steadily, or did it stop after a certain point?

I’m trying to understand what typical long-term development looks like from personal experiences rather than medical articles.

Thanks in advance for sharing your experiences.

Doctor Strange opened a glowing portal and turned to Luna.

"Luna, Logan needs your healing. Go through this portal."

Without hesitation, Luna stepped inside.

As soon as she disappeared, Strange's expression suddenly changed.

"...Wait."

"The portal's destination... something's wrong."

He quickly raised his hands, trying to stabilize the spell.

"No... I linked it to the wrong dimensional signature!"

Just as he was about to reopen the portal and bring Luna back, a massive wooden arm burst through another portal behind him.

"I... am... Groot!"

"Groot?!"

Doctor Strange immediately turned around to defend himself as Groot charged at him. The sudden attack completely interrupted the spell, and Luna's portal sealed shut.

Meanwhile...

Luna stepped out of the portal into a world she had never seen before.

The battlefield was pure chaos.

The portal closed behind Luna.

She immediately turned around and reached out.

"Doctor Strange?"

There was no answer.

Silence.

Before she could process what had happened, the sound of explosions and shouting echoed through the air.

"Reinhardt! Push forward!"

"Sara, your Tracer is trash!"

Luna slowly turned toward the battlefield.

Everything looked unfamiliar.

The people...

The weapons...

The armor...

Even the buildings...

She had never seen any of them before.

Suddenly, someone sprinted past her at full speed, accidentally bumping into her shoulder.

He quickly stopped and turned around.

"Oh! Sorry! I was in the middle of a fi—"

He froze.

"...Huh?"

He stared at Luna for a moment.

"Who are you?"

"I heard rumors that a new hero was coming..."

"...but I didn't expect them to arrive this soon."

"Anyway, what's your role?"

Luna was still overwhelmed by everything around her.

The strange world...

The voices...

The battle...

She couldn't even find the words to answer.

The young man tilted his head.

"Hello?"

"I asked... what's your role?"

Luna finally snapped back to reality.

"Ah... I-I'm Luna."

He smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Luna."

"So... what's your role?"

"I'm... a healer."

Before anyone could say another word, a gigantic armored man stepped beside them, carrying an enormous rocket hammer.

"If I have to tell you one more time..."

"HEAL THE TANK!"

Luna jumped in surprise.

"O-Okay!"

She immediately began healing him.

A voice suddenly shouted from somewhere behind them.

"They're pushing us back!"

"Does anyone have their Ultimate ready?"

Luna slowly raised her hand.

"...I do."

Tracer turned toward her with excitement.

"Brilliant!"

"What does your Ultimate do?"

Luna answered with complete confidence.

"...I'll dance."

Tracer blinked.

"...What?"

Reinhardt slowly turned his head.

"...Huh?"

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I’ve been under a lot of pressure because of the society I live in. People constantly make comments about my appearance, saying I look gay or that I’m trying to look like a woman. Honestly, maybe I do resemble women in some ways, and I actually like that about myself — it’s one of the very few things that makes me feel happy in this life.

But because of the constant judgment and comments from people around me, it’s been hurting me mentally for a long time. There are weeks where I end up crying alone in my room because I feel exhausted and lost. Sometimes I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do anymore. I just wanted to say this somewhere people might understand

I’ve been under a lot of pressure because of the society I live in. People constantly make comments about my appearance, saying I look gay or that I’m trying to look like a woman. Honestly, maybe I do resemble women in some ways, and I actually like that about myself — it’s one of the very few things that makes me feel happy in this life.

But because of the constant judgment and comments from people around me, it’s been hurting me mentally for a long time. There are weeks where I end up crying alone in my room because I feel exhausted and lost. Sometimes I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do anymore. I just wanted to say this somewhere people might understand

I’ve been under a lot of pressure because of the society I live in. People constantly make comments about my appearance, saying I look gay or that I’m trying to look like a woman. Honestly, maybe I do resemble women in some ways, and I actually like that about myself — it’s one of the very few things that makes me feel happy in this life.

But because of the constant judgment and comments from people around me, it’s been hurting me mentally for a long time. There are weeks where I end up crying alone in my room because I feel exhausted and lost. Sometimes I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do anymore. I just wanted to say this somewhere people might understand