Hewwo 🏳️⚧️Im 23 mtf🏳️⚧️ this is just a blog where I post my silly thoughts and ideas.| My previous one got terminated | NO MINORS WILL BLOCK!! | asks should be open.
Im a good girl. I don’t need a partner to tell me im a good girl. I am lovable. I got pretty thighs and an ass that anyone would love to smack. I am not unlovable. I am pretty and I have people that love me. 😞❤️
Rumi goes to a gay bar alone, Mira and Zoey show up and hit on her at the same time they talk, flirt for a while and talk about their past then they figure out they studied together in high school and zoemira dated Rumi back then (they didn't recognize Rumi bc she transitioned
They keep flirting and kiss by the end of the night and then they start to develop their romance as a polycule
Rumi took a deep breath and pushed the door open. The sounds of a busy bar greeted her, and she took a few brave steps inside. Rumi wasn't usually much of a bar-goer, finding the general ambience to be very rowdy to the point it could be overwhelming.
But one of her friends had recommended she needed to celebrate 3 years post-surgery in style, and Rumi had agreed to it.
Then said friend had a work emergency, which meant Rumi was going to be celebrating alone.
Such was the way of life.
She showed her ID, and got a green wristband, before being marshalled to the next area, where she got another wristband, one that showed off her pertaining pride flags.
Seeing the trans colours on her wrist made her heart skip a beat. She was finally living her life authentically, and as she sat down at the bar, she told the bartender: "I don't care what drink it is, but make it pink!"
After living her teenage years being told that she couldn't have pink things because they were girly, she would always take the opportunity to have something just because its colours were girly or frilly.
The bartender's nod was understanding in a way that spoke volumes without a word.
As Rumi waited, she looked around at the bar, wondering if there were any groups that looked friendly enough to hang with, and who wouldn't just pester her with questions on her vitiligo.
And then, she locked eyes with someone standing by the dartboards. They looked familiar in a way Rumi couldn't quite put her finger on it.
They had black hair that went past their shoulders, and their sleeveless shirt was showing off some subtle muscles. Rumi spotted the turtle print, and she had a nagging suspicion she knew this person. But from where?
The familiar person nudged someone who had been throwing some darts, a significantly taller person with bright pink hair. As the latter turned towards her, Rumi's breath hitched.
She'd recognize those eyes anywhere. Mira.
Then...was that Zoey?
Oh.
And they were walking towards her.
Oh no.
Belatedly, Rumi realized she was gaping a bit. Her two exes were somehow still together? Were they going to question Rumi? Ask her why she left like that?
"Hey cutie," Zoey greeted with a wink. "I'm gonna be a bit cliche, but we saw you from across the bar..."
Mira groaned good-naturedly. "Zoey, please don't finish that sentence."
That familiarity...it made Rumi's heart ache.
But wait. Did they not recognize her?
And then she remembered: she didn't look anything like the person they had dated.
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Back in high-school, Rumi had tried to date girls, but she always balked when it came to more intimate stuff. At first, she thought it was because of her self-esteem issues due to her vitiligo, but even after one of her partners reassured her a gajillion times that she loved Rumi as she was, so far as to kiss every inch of skin she could reach, Rumi still panicked when her shirt had ridden up.
So she tried to secretly date a guy, but that had also not gone anywhere.
Then she met Mira and Zoey. And for the first time, she felt loved. Truly loved. But that didn't stop her aversion to getting more intimate.
"Maybe you're ace, like me," Mira had theorized.
Zoey had added, "Or maybe it's gender dysphoria?"
But Rumi had quickly shut that conversation down. What would her aunt say?
After Rumi's parents had died when she was a child, Celine - a friend of her mom's - was all set to adopt Rumi as her own. But then, her mom's sister had swooped in. She had no interest in kids, and had no parenting skills whatsoever, but she swayed the courts that it'd be horrible to break the family up.
Of course, her only interest was to prevent Celine and "her queer lifestyle" from getting through to Rumi.
So she went to live with her aunt, and Rumi maintained the perfect image of a good kid, who would never step out of the box her aunt had drawn for her.
As it was, her two girlfriends were just "two very good friends who might have a crush on me," and it was accepted because that meant that Rumi was attractive and desired.
But one night, Rumi had had an epiphany after falling into a rabbit hole of too many wikipedia articles and online quizzes. It made her realize what she was missing from her life.
Much to her chagrin, for her to find what she was missing, she had to run away and leave her girlfriends behind. She was about to turn 18, and her aunt was ready to kick her out when the time came, so Rumi took the opportunity to find Celine, who welcomed her with open arms and an eagerness to help.
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Now, Rumi was thriving as herself, she'd dyed her hair purple and let it grow, so it was easy to see why Zoey and Mira wouldn't realize who she was.
With a smile, she brought her attention back to her exes.
"Mira, you're wearing a shirt with a pair of scissors, you don't get to question my pick-up lines."
Rumi snorted. It was so easy to think back to all those sleepovers so many years ago, as the trio broke down in a fit of giggles together. "Zoey's got you there, Mir."
And with that simple nickname, Zoey tilted her head slightly as Mira narrowed her eyes.
"Ah, yeah, sorry - didn't mean to make this awkward. I can see why you wouldn't remember me," Rumi admitted with a slight wince. "I go by Rumi now, but the three of us kinda dated in high school before I up and disappeared?"
Zoey gasped, eyes widening, while Mira looked dumfounded, shocked into silence.
"Oh my goodness! You look amazing!" Zoey immediately said with a grin. "I'm so happy you were able to figure yourself out Rumi."
Rumi smiled softly at Zoey's reaction, and when she looked at Mira, who still hadn't said a word, she saw tears in her eyes.
"Can-" Mira faltered a little as she tried to fight her voice breaking slightly. "Do you mind if I hug you?"
Rumi's heart melted and she opened her arms wide. "C'mere."
Mira's hugs were always the best, and as long arms surrounded Rumi, all she could think of was how much she had missed this.
Missed them.
"I'm so happy to see you Rumi," Mira murmured against where her face was burrowed in Rumi's neck. "I was so worried something had happened to you."
Rumi moved out of the hug a bit so that her hands could cup Mira's cheeks. "Hey, I'm okay. I'm really sorry I left like that, I just...I couldn't handle all that anymore. I needed to get away so I could become myself."
Zoey brought their hand to Rumi's cheek, getting her to look at them. "You're here, that's what matters."
Feeling her own tears threatening to fall, Rumi pulled them both in for a fierce hug, letting that familiar feeling settle deep in her soul.
Eventually, they parted, and Mira ordered drinks for herself and Zoey, sitting down on either side of Rumi. The stools had been scooched closer, as if they both wanted to feel closer to her. And truly, as they talked, Rumi felt the wonderful sensation of two hands caressing her back.
She caught them up on what she'd been up to lately, having found her place as a social worker for queer youth.
Meanwhile Mira and Zoey explained their latest, where Mira worked as a pediatrician, and Zoey was a professional skateboarder.
"Ah, so that's where the muscles came from?" Rumi pointed out, letting a finger caress the bicep teasingly.
No one missed Zoey's shiver.
"Yep! I also found out I'm genderfluid!" Zoey announced with a shy smile, clearly trying to distract herself from how tempting Rumi looked.
"That's great Zoey! What're you identifying with right now?" Rumi asked.
"She/they," Zoey announced, puffing her chest out proudly. "But that might change. Mira called me handsome the other day and I dug it."
"Well you are very handsome," Rumi said, eyes raking over Zoey's figure. That got Zoey to blush and look away.
Rumi turned to Mira, who just busied herself with her beer.
"What's wrong Mira? I don't recall you being this shy," Rumi teased.
Mira chugged some more of her beer, as if she was looking for some luck in the drink. Once she put her beer down, she met Zoey's eyes for a moment before she settled on Rumi's eyes and said, "Look, as you can probably tell, I haven't even spoken about this with Zoey, but I think she's on the same page as me: I want you. I- we missed you, and I think I'd like it if we could pick this back up? I'd really like to get to know Rumi better."
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes," Zoey prattled, head nodding vigorously. "I want this...if you want this too, Rumi?"
Rumi put her drink down and reached around to bring the hands Zoey and Mira had been caressing her with in front of her. In turn, she kissed the back of the knuckles. "I do. I want you both. It was my biggest regret and...I want to show you all of me."
Zoey was practically vibrating with excitement by this point. "Would it be okay to kiss you?"
"Please." Because Rumi wanted nothing more at that very moment.
And Zoey's kiss tasted exactly how she remembered them, tender but still meant to be grounding, as if reminding Rumi that she was there, and wasn't going anywhere.
Mira's kiss was slow, as if she wanted to commit this to memory, and like always, she would never end the kiss first, as if she were happy to stay like that as long as Rumi wanted.
But they did need air, so Rumi pulled back, noting how pretty Mira looked right then.
Zoey wrapped her arms around Rumi's waist, resting her head on Rumi's shoulder. "Want to get out of here? I remember you were never a fan of loud music at parties."
"Still not a fan," Rumi admitted with a laugh.
Mira held her hand out for Rumi to take. "Then come on princess, let's go somewhere quieter."
And Rumi discovered she really liked being called princess.
It’s so interesting being trans and still being in close proximity with men. I work in an office and yeah you are overlooked by men, men steal your ideas, men disrespect you, and say “wow you look like shit” and don’t think about what they’re saying. I heard them say she looks like a man (not to me but to another woman) all that disrespect for them to still have the horrible expectations of me to look like a perfect Barbie doll and keep their feelings in my mind. What load of bullshit, and this why they hate trans people because I as a woman won’t be subscribing to the “I need to be unrealistically skinny, attractive, patient, docile, quiet, small.” And for that reason my existence directly attacks the patriarchy and the insecure men at my office who look up to this narcissistic fuck and gargle on his nuts for a glimmer of praise. I find it so fascinating and interesting and probably don’t have the intelligence to speak properly on the subject so please take this as more of a rant. Fuck the patriarchy and fuck gender roles, and fuck men.
(To my trans brothers and everything inbetween and outside that lean to a more masculine side when I say fuck men I mean men who look like shit everyday and dare to comment on a woman’s weight, appearance, personality because she doesn’t fit the cookie cuter criteria. Or the men who creepily message the new hires and invites them to the gym even if she already has a boyfriend and HE IS MARRIED I say those men and please don’t ever be those men.)
I had the best thing happen to me today at work!!!!
So I usually eat at the break room some people at their desk and other places I usually talk to the person I started with cuz we’re the same age and have good vibes.
Today as we were preparing our food and a co-worker invited us for a little picnic/eat outside time, and we went out and it was so nice out! The sun was shining but not horrible, and as we were all talking I realized like wait I’m in a woman’s space and they aren’t kicking me out or asking questions about transness. I’m just existing with them, and it felt so safe cuz it was just girls and no stupid men, and yeah it felt safe and secure, and happy. I’m crying now, but I was so happy!!! Still am!!!
I don’t know if they’ve clocked me, but I just hope that I never get outed because I’m so scared that they will act differently if they find out. I’m never telling them. I want to feel safe just like I did at the table we sat, and just exist. 🥺
Rumi is trans, and is switching out her estradiol patches. On her legs there are red spots and scabs where the stickers were and where she scratched too hard with her claws. She thinks those scratches and redness make her look ugly which is why she prefers to switch them by herself, but Zoey and Mira are watching her change out her patches like the beautiful girl she is.
*might be a self insert. Those estradiol patches are a nightmare when they get itchy.*
She’s so hot *pun intended* I’m tired of pretending she’s not.
Just thinking of her title fire lord Izumi mmhhh I don’t know what it is about it I just ugh power dynamics i guess. Ugh I’m so down bad for this woman who had like 3 seconds of screen time! I need her!!!
I saw your family post randomly and I just have to say you are so strong for moving on from people who do not appreciate nor respect you. As a demigirl, YOU ARE AWESOME SISTER!!!!
Thank you! I’ve been crying these past two days, but I’m hoping tomorrow I don’t cry at everything. Thank you either way though really. 🥺❤️
So, I got off the phone with my brother who hasn’t spoken to me probably since I started transitioning. They know I’ve been transitioning and he gave me some basic boundaries he wants to have with me. Basically he doesn’t want to meet me in person, or any of my future partners, or come to my wedding (if I ever have one). He doesn’t ever want to let me meet his family (if he ever has one), and he won’t want to meet mine (ever), but at least I’m on speaking terms with my brother sorta. 😞
UPDATE:
I don’t have a brother and I’m moving on from my family.
Zoey slowly wakes up, her foggy vision slowly focuses on her two sleeping girlfriends. Feeling something stiff on her thigh she looks down. Mira’s cock is poking her. Mira shifts in her sleep facing face up, Zoey scans the bed and notices Rumi is also rocking a hard on. As Zoey is and will continue to be. She says, “Lord, have mercy! Am I in a cemetery or why is everyone stiff?” Slapping both Mira and Rumis dicks waking them both up as she cackles at the thought of her girlfriend’s dicks making the same sound as an American door stopper. (For reference)
I LOVE THIS FIC! I LOVE THE GIRLS BEING PERVS ESPECIALLY MIRA!!!!
Rumi tosses the boxer shorts at Mira’s face, startling the other girl for a moment. Zoey watches as Mira takes a deep breath in and visibly melts, reaching her hands up to keep it pressed against her face.
Mira moans into the fabric, eyes rolling back. Smelling Rumi and herself on it already drives her crazy, but adding in Zoey’s scent too? The musky scent fills her brain, shutting down any higher thoughts that weren’t about her girlfriends right now. The look on her face lets Zoey and Rumi know that Mira is gone, slipping into that headspace they loved bringing her too.
“Fuck, you’re such a pervert, Mira.” Rumi teases, no bite to her words at all. Mira hums, not even acknowledging the comment.
Today April 2, 2026. I proved not just to myself but to my fuck ass family that it doesn’t matter that I have long hair, or that I’m trans. I got the job of my dreams in a law firm!
BUT because I know that even as trans. I have privilege that some of my siblings don’t have, my first paycheck I will be donating 20% of it to Trans Lifeline because I know that a lot of trans people walked so I could be in this position, and I want to continue said walk so one day my trans brothers, sisters, and anyone in between and out of it doesn’t have to ask, “am I not getting hired because I’m trans?”
After my 20% I will continue to donate a fraction of my paycheck because I want all my siblings to have the opportunity to live happy and safe lives. I love every single one of you and want you all to be safe. 🥺❤️
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