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The video begins with the faint sound of rustling. The camera shakes slightly, as if someone is awkwardly holding a phone and trying to adjust it. Quiet taps of fingers on the screen can be heard. Her face comes into frame; she’s slightly frowning and looks tense, checking with her eyes if the recording has started. After a moment, she pulls back a little from the camera, trying to position herself within the frame, adjusts her hair, and looks awkwardly into the lens, taking a deep breath. It’s clear she feels very uncomfortable. Her face is practically marked with anxiety, and tension radiates from every movement she makes.
— "Um… okay, it seems everything’s working…" — she chuckles nervously and rubs her neck, as if trying to gather her thoughts.
She falls silent for a moment, seeming unsure of how to start. Then, as if forcing herself, she lets out a sharp exhale:
— "Well… hi. I, uh… honestly don’t know how to start this video."
Her gaze shifts to the side again, as if she’s wondering if she should even continue. But realizing there’s no going back, she slowly brings her eyes back to the camera, takes a deep breath, and begins to speak with more confidence, though there’s still a hint of shyness in her voice:
— "So… you know me, yeah… You definitely know me, because I’m posting this here, on my Patreon and DeviantArt pages… Yeah, I’m that GreenTG, the one who… um… Damn, I thought this would be easier… There’s just this ironic thing that happened…”
She nervously adjusted her strap, glanced somewhere into the distance, as if seeking support from someone, but she was clearly alone.
— "You remember my stories, right? The ones where I write about all sorts of… well, transformations. About men ending up in women’s bodies, and how it’s always strange, humiliating, funny. Yeah, funny… sometimes it was even really funny…”
She smirked, a smile appeared on her face, but there was a trace of despair in her gaze. It was noticeable. She obviously didn’t want to show weakness, but her eyes began to fill with tears, and despite all her efforts to appear strong, her emotions got the better of her. Her voice trembled, betraying her.
— "So, it seems I now find myself in one of my own stories.”
She laughed loudly, almost theatrically, but her laughter quickly turned into a nervous sob. Her eyes fully teared up, and a single tear rolled down her cheek. She quickly brushed it away, trying not to show vulnerability, but couldn’t hold back and continued, now with a slight, defiant smirk:
— "You remember that story, right? You probably read it, yeah? The one where a guy wishes to become a woman but then can’t change back? I wrote it just a few weeks ago, actually, exactly a week before I posted it online, and well… how should I put this… It’s kinda based on a true story."
She tries to smile, but it comes off more bitter than ironic. Her lips quiver, and her gaze drifts off to the side again, as if it’s unbearable for her to look into the camera.