I was in like a palace or similar large structure. There was some sort of dining function going on with lots of people. I was bored so I started exploring. I found some stairs going down so I went down. The only light in the room was coming from the stairway. It was a large room with what looked like many tables. There was a barely visible figure in the corner. It looked human but something was off. It glanced up with glowing eyes and I noped out back up the stairs.

I found myself in maze-like hallways covered in green mosaic tiles. After a turned a couple corners, I saw a spirit. Ghastly white with white eyes and black lips with dried black blood running from her mouth. She was floating towards me with one hand outstretched. I spun around and ran, somehow finding my way back to the group in the dining hall. They looked concerned at first then someone screamed; the ghost had followed me. She touched someone else, who lost all their color, floated off the ground and began to bleed black blood from their mouth. This new ghost floated to someone else and repeated this transformation. I tried to escape as more and more people around me were ghostified. Then I turned around just in time for a ghost to touch me. I lost control of my body, my arm outstretched, and I began floating towards someone, which is when I woke up like wtf.

I’ve gone almost 3 years now without telling him, because he’s a transphobic techbro dipshit. He tolerates gay people, but thinks trans people are all mentally ill and just need conversion therapy or something. I really don’t want to do this, but I can’t delay it any longer. It’s obvious that I’ve become much more feminine over the past few years, and lately he’s been questioning my parents about what’s up with me and if I’m gay or something. If I don’t say anything he’ll just force an answer out of my parents. Currently he’s in another country, and won’t be returning for probably another few months, but I’m still really scared of how he’ll react.

I fucking hate this shit so much. I can’t handle conflict, yet I have no choice here. And it has to happen now, when I’m pretty much at my lowest point in terms of confidence and self-worth. Why can’t I just exist? Why does this have to be such a big fucking thing that I have to announce to others? Why can’t other people just mind their own fucking business and let me come out at my own pace?

He’s also taller than me and way stronger, so that’s fun. I’m not comfortable with the fact that he could beat the shit out of me if he felt like it, even if it seems unlikely that he’ll do such a thing.