matching with a trans lesbian on a hookup app. she agrees to let me dykebreak her as part of a dom scene, but when I show up and we start kissing, it’s immediately clear she doesn’t see me as a man.
I try giving a few commands, but she just giggles and keeps kissing me… by the time she calls me “good girl”, I’m too wet to correct her, and she completely takes over, taking my shirt off and complimenting my feminine curves… she just loves cuntgirls, she says. I’m so fucking embarrassed, but it’s so hot. :( she ends up fucking my pussy raw with my legs up in a mating press. she ignores my protests and cums inside, giving me a toe-curling orgasm.~ afterwards she tells me she can’t wait to see her new girlfriend (me) again 😵💫
imagine receiving flowers and chocolates and a letter from a "secret admirer" and being all excited but all the letter says is "i'm going to get you pregnant no matter what you say <3"
You know what's hot? Pinning a tboy down an encouraging him to fight like his life is on the line. Sure you might get some scratches and bruises but it will all be worth it when you see the realization flash across his eyes that he cant win. Hold down that tboy and breed him stupid, he is yours now.
So let’s say someone invents a pill that reverses the effects of transitioning completely within like a few hours. It makes your tits swell to even bigger than before, even if you had top surgery! Your hips get thick and wide, your voice raises back. and all the body hair goes away. Now lets say this pill got popular for being easily slipped into drinks to try and find out who is really a girl and let’s say it’s irreversible and then let’s say a group of guys slipped it into yours and they grope your new tits and ass and they start to use you as a cum dump and then let’s say
ftm girls have you ever felt a deep ache in your pussy, like your walls are squeezing and your cervix is begging for a pounding? find yourself a cock and take care of that right away!
thinking about being paid to detransition, without really realizing it
sure, you’ll send pics of your tits to some guy. it’d be nice to have some extra spending money. so what if he calls your chest girly?
fine, pussy pics too. after all, he’s offering you a lot and it’s been nice buying yourself things you want. he talks about breeding you a lot, and maybe the thought turns you on a bit but that doesn’t mean anything.
you run into car troubles and find yourself needing a little extra, so he offers you more money in exchange for learning your deadname. that’s such an easy thing to share, even if it makes you incredibly dysphoric, so you can’t say no. when he starts slipping it into conversation, calling you by your feminine name, you don’t know what to think.
soon enough, he starts misgendering you, too. it starts small - a “she” while talking about you, once in a blue moon. but it progresses; when you send him pics, he starts calling you a good girl. he calls you beautiful and feminine and everything that you don’t want to be. but he’s been helping so much, wouldn’t it be stupid to stop seeing him all because of your dysphoria?
he starts buying you clothes, too. nice clothes, out of your budget. dresses, skirts, lingerie. a girl’s dream closet, really. you know that you are obligated to wear them, and doing so makes you both dysphoric and a little wet. people stop gendering you as male out in public. why would they, what boy looks like you?
eventually, your rent increases beyond what you can afford. in exchange for him paying the difference, you agree to start sleeping with him. you make him agree to always wear a condom; you aren’t on birth control, after all. he treats you like a girl when he fucks you, but can you really complain? your bouncing tits and girly moans don’t do you any favors.
when you lose your job, you really don’t know what to do. to your surprise, he offers to fully support you financially, and let you move in with him. you’ve been to his place many times; it’s nice, way nicer than anything you could dream of affording. however, there’s a catch. you have to let him breed you, and you have to keep the baby.
you’ve gotten so used to his help, and you don’t know what other options you have. you fear that if you say no, he will cut ties completely. so you agree.
it doesn’t take long for you to get that positive result he wanted so badly. he’s ecstatic, but you’re confused as you watch him walk to the medicine cabinet.
“i guess you won’t be needing these anymore,” he says as he grabs your testosterone and dumps it into the garbage.
he returns to you, and places a gentle hand on your stomach. you get butterflies.
if you're a fakeboy reading this > you are obligated to reblog this and reply so that all the real men and chasers here can easily find their next target to detransition ♡
yeah being called "good boy" makes me feel nice and affirms my gender but being called "good girl" will have me bouncing on your cock and begging for you to get me pregnant soooo take your pick
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