About experiencing my first period after detransitionig | Detrans female
Five years of testosterone left me begging for a hysterectomy—until my first period back showed me the organ I wanted gone is actually keeping me alive. Transition sold me a cure; detransition gave me my body back.
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MacKenzie Wells reflects on her second period since detransitioning, describing how the once-dreaded monthly cycle now feels normal and even welcome. She recalls the early, heavy periods that fueled her desire to transition and how testosterone’s aftermath left her unexpectedly calm and accepting of her body’s natural rhythms.
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MacKenzie Wells, speaking from the passenger seat of her truck on a quiet Colorado back-road, opens the video by marking the end of her most recent menstrual cycle—only the second since she stopped taking testosterone and detransitioned. She notes that her periods now last three-and-a-half to four days, shorter than the four-and-a-half to five she experienced while living in California, and muses half-seriously whether the high-altitude, lower-gravity environment might be responsible. Whatever the reason, she welcomes the brevity as a sign her body is “way healthier” now that it is no longer under the influence of cross-sex hormones. Looking back, MacKenzie recalls how violently she once reacted to menstruation. She began puberty early—breasts at nine, first period at twelve—and remembers seven- to eight-day flows so heavy she felt trapped in “adult diapers.” The discomfort was compounded by cerebral palsy and by the sense that everything was happening “too quickly” for a child to process. She frames the distress she once labeled “dysphoric” as a predictable, almost universal response to early puberty rather than evidence of an innate transgender identity. After five-and-a-half years on testosterone, she expected restarting her cycle to be traumatic; instead, the first post-T period arrived “practically normal,” with manageable cramps and no emotional upheaval. The absence of anger, resentment, or panic surprised her: “It was like all that time I spent running away… I feel nothing. There’s inconvenience, irritation, but no hatred.” That emotional flatline, she says, marked a turning point. Where once she had wanted a hysterectomy and top surgery—convinced her uterus was a disposable “baby house”—she now sees the organ as an “anchor” essential to pelvic integrity, memory, and long-term health. She cites statistics about increased risks of dementia, stroke, and prolapse after hysterectomy, and vents frustration that healthy women who identify as trans can obtain the surgery almost on demand, while women with debilitating gynecological conditions are forced to “jump through hoops.” The rant underscores how radically her perspective has shifted: she now “fully embraces and even enjoys” her period, celebrating it as proof that her body is “healthy and meant to be this way.” MacKenzie attributes her ease in detransition partly to age and maturity—“I grew out of my pain”—and partly to the lingering, leveling effect testosterone may have had on her hormones. She feels fortunate that she did not suffer the prolonged bleeding, hot flashes, or mood swings some detransitioned women describe, and she wonders aloud whether testosterone deserves partial credit for making her periods lighter even now. Yet the psychological payoff eclipses the physical: she likens the moment her brain flipped from dread to acceptance to “a switch” being thrown, leaving her free, relieved, and grateful. She ends the video acknowledging that she has no detrans friends in real life and that speaking into her phone on an empty road is her only outlet, but she promises more “word-vomit” videos soon.