I feel like the problem with the waking up as a different gender is that people just detach from it and see it as spawning in as someone new. So I would kind of just explain it as a slow change something some of us would dream of and something some of us see as horror.

Nsfw, potentially dysphoria inducing: >! (For the cis women) Close your eyes and imagine that is Valentine’s Day, you just went into the bathroom and are completely naked in front of a full length mirror. You take a deep look at your body, and think about all of your insecurities, all of the parts that you think are inadequate, all the negative comments people have said about your body. Now imagine your body just starting to get more and more masculine. Hair starts to inch out all over your legs, your chest, your arms. You look into the mirror and see that hair is starting to grow out of your face. Your partner is waiting in the next room, it’s Valentine’s Day. You look into the mirror to see body hair all over your body, all over your chest, your… now beard. The horror seems to have stopped progressing so you decide to quickly clean up in the hopes of having a good night with your partner. So you start to shave, you start with your legs and start to feel to relief of getting rid of all that hair, the euphoria of finally feeling clean of it. You work your way up to your stomach and feel the relief again as you rid yourself of that hair. You finally get to your chest and slowly start to shave off that hair, when you notice that you don’t really feel any sensitivity there. You take another look in the mirror to now see that your chest is pretty much flat, your shoulders and ribs are wider, your chest area now forms a V shape. Surely it’s not that bad though, you look again at your face, and you still have the beard, so you start to shave it off, the more you shave off the more you start to see your now chiseled jawline. You finish shaving it off, and look at your reflection, except you don’t even recognise it, all you see is some guy in the mirror. You decide that maybe you could hide them now very masculine facial features with makeup and it surprisingly goes kinda well. Then you hear your partners voice call your name, it’s still you, you look into the mirror again and actually see yourself, a wave of relief and euphoria washes over you as you can finally see yourself again. Your partner calls your name again and after the relief you just felt, you get so excited to just be with them. You start to feel yourself getting aroused, except it’s not how you normally feel it, you start to feel the blood pumping to your pelvic region as you feel yourself now getting an erection. You look at yourself in the mirror again, and you can only see the man, your body is fully masculine. Do you still want to leave that bathroom? To be with your partner? What if this was everyday? !<

That could probably be worded or written a lot better, and maybe it’s not that good. I feel like this might be better though, I kinda just explained a lot of my dysphoria. Maybe it will work, maybe it won’t. Im sorry if it’s just terrible.