What if a gender confused girl goes to a feminist event, and she's too fat to hide her tits or curves, and she has that not-even-trying look, colored hair and tight shorts. What if she says something offhand about dysphoria, and a fatherly ally dude offers to talk to her about it. He gets her some orange juice and they sit in a quiet corner, and she talks all about how unfair it is that fat is gendered, how dysphoric she feels, how painful it is to be catcalled AND misgendered, how she's so sick of people assuming she's a woman, how her body is stereotyped. He listens sympathetically, making points of his own whole she drinks the juice. She's happy someone's listening. She's so relaxed...
...and when she wakes up the first thing she can feel is her nipples and clit. Naked, splayed out on an unfamiliar bed, brand new piercings through each nipple and her bulging t-altered clitoris connected with chains that are just a bit to short, tugging whenever she tried to move. She looks up and the ally is there, his cock held just high enough above her face that if she bent up to reach it the chains would hurt her.