True North

Detrans, misgendering, and orientation play for consenting adults. 18+ only. I'm 32M.

[reorientation]

18+ only. If you're a minor, please leave now. If you're an adult, please make that clear somewhere prominent on your blog, or I'll likely block you.

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I'm a 32 year old cis male dom, and this is a kink blog about orientation play - AFAB trans people being misgendered and/or detransitioned, and lesbians being "converted" or "fucked straight". It'll also have a lot of rape, breeding, and pregnancy. See here on my other blog (@fulfillpurpose, for everything that isn't orientation play) for more.

This is all fantasy, and not at all reflective of my real beliefs - I made this blog because of, and mostly for, the many trans people and lesbians who vocally enjoy this kind of content. (If you're wondering why I'm into detrans stuff myself, see here.) That said, these kinks are very unpleasant for a lot of people; if that's you, I encourage you to block me. Also remember that if kink play starts feeling more painful than fun, you can always step back or stop entirely. And finally, if this kink is a form of self-harm for you, I'd prefer you not interact.

I do my best to respect DNIs and other preferences; let me know if I step on your toes. Feel free to send me asks or DM me (more about that here), either in or out of character. I use stoplight safewords by default.

Tags I use consistently: #ftm misgendering kink, #ftm detransition kink, #ftm breeding, and #lgetsd ("lesbian gets dick"). #reor: actual rape story is what it sounds like, if you want to blacklist that. Everything kinky should be tagged #reorientation writing, while everything out-of-character should be tagged #reor: reality and/or #reor: blog meta. My main tag for anons is #reor: anon ask, along with #reor: anon life story if it's something that happened rather than just something they've been dreaming of. See here for a(n intermittently updated) list of tags for my lovely returning anons.

[reorientation]

Hey, it’s the, uh, 3rd limb lesbian anon again? (There has to be a better name than that, I just fan’s think of it right now). Some stuff might have happened in the last couple days, & I wanted to vent again, if that would be okay.

I’m not so shy that I need Lara or whoever to talk me into things, I’m not a child. I don’t just do whatever the last person that I talked to tells me to. And like, I know how saying that sounds, especially at the top of this, but cut me some slack here, my ego is on thin enough ice as it is right now. I’ve been giving all this some thought the last couple days, & decided to just rip the bandaid off, to get it out of my system as quick as possible so I could just stop daydreaming of this shit. I’m lesbian, I had my first crush on a girl when I was what, 10 or so? I do not like guys, & I’d remember that when I tried one, right?

I took the day off work, trolled around on a dating site, & found a hookup. I was pretty clear about what I was looking for, even if I didn’t tell him that I was lesbian. We met up, & he had me blow him after some over the pants action. It . . . wasn’t very good? At least, I probably wasn’t very good, felt like I was choking on the damn thing. It was warm, & slaty, & kinda uncomfortable. But the thing about it, you know how if you hold your breath for a while when you’re swimming or whatever, the air tastes sweeter afterwards? Almost intoxicating. There was a little bit of that, on account of me not know how to suck a dick, apparently, but I bring it up because it felt kind of similar on the whole, a kinda unpleasant exercise with the promise of something sweeter afterwards, even if I didn’t quite get there? I’m not sure I’m making sense, so I’ll lay off the metaphors. The experience was unsatisfying, & didn’t scratch the itch.

But I still had some time to kill, so I figured I’d try again. And fuck if I ain’t glad I did. I met a different guy at a bar, & after a few drinks, went back to his place. We were tearing each other’s clothes off before we even got in the door, but when I tell you I felt like I couldn’t even breathe right when he put his hand on my chest & pushed me into the bed, like, fuck. I know I was making noises when he fucked me, but I could not for the life of me tell you what I said or if they were even intelligible words. It was rough & hot & filling & I didn’t even realize he finished in me until he had me finger myself with it ‘cause he said he wanted to make sure I got off.

I’d like to pretend I was unfazed by this, but to be honest it was just a lot? I kinda broke down afterwards. I felt good & I felt bad & I’m pretty sure there were big fat crocodile tears in there somewhere, but he held me & he combed through my hair until I calmed down. I’d like to blame going back for seconds on the fact that he was holding my head in his lap, but to be honest I just wanted to see if it would be like last time. It was hot & uncomfortable & salty, but also a little sweet, & somehow kinda fun to bob my head on once I got the hang of it? To the point that I powered off my phone when it started to buzz cause I wasn’t finished yet. I could keep going, but it’s really just more crappy erotica, & you already get the picture.

I initially didn’t want to send in another ask, as much to avoid giving the satisfaction as to avoid admitting any of this to myself. But I’m doing it because when I got home, I checked my phone, & I saw that call I ignored earlier was from Lara. She left a voicemail, she was nervous, saying she wanted to talk with me about something, & asking if we could meet for coffee when she’s back in town on Sunday. Neither of us like coffee. I think you can put the pieces together. And the fact that I ignored her, hung up on her, just so I could. Fuck. Fuck!

So yeah. Feeling a lot of things, right now, you can probably see why I wanted to vent. Sorry this is stupid long, felt like I had a lot to get out & it just kept going on forever. Thanks for listening, if you’re still around. Well wishes & all that.

(Previously)

Oh oh oh, perfect. I'm so proud of you, sweetheart.

For being brave, obviously. For being resilient, when your first time sucking cock didn't give you what you were looking for.

And, of course, for being a good little bareback whore for the first time. For losing your gold star by getting your brains so thoroughly fucked out that you lost thought and speech. For coming, at his instruction, with a pussy full of his sperm.

Do you know how pleased I am, that you missed that call from Lara because you were too busy sucking off the cock that had just filled you with seed? You didn't do anything wrong, by doing that - it doesn't affect her any differently than if you missed the call for any other reason, and it's not like you could have answered it - but I love it, and I'm sure there's going to be girls reading this and coming to the thought of being in your place. (Some of them to the thought of being in hers, too.)

This went as well as it could have possibly gone. You did finally get what you wanted, and at just the right time - if you'd waited a single day more, you wouldn't have been able to bring yourself to do it.

And when you get coffee with Lara on Sunday and she confesses, you will still have that man's sperm alive inside of you - swimming deeper into your little dyke womb.

[reorientation]

I wonder how Zyn anon is doing. She's due later this month, I think - at 36 or 37 weeks now, if all went well. Her last ask was when she was at 20.

If you're reading this, Zyn anon, we'd all very much like to hear from you, whatever you feel like sharing. (And if it's something you don't want to make public, I'd welcome a DM, perhaps from a throwaway account.)

[reorientation]

do you fuck with cis lesbians? I want you to make me take a call from my wife with your cock down my throat

Did you notice my #lgetsd and #lesbian breeding tags? Yes, of course I do.

That would be fun. Having you worshiping my cock while she tells you about her day. You making little "mmhmm" noises so you don't have to say anything, and because you know the vibration will feel good for my cock. Looking to me for permission to take my cock out of your mouth when you can't avoid replying.

And once I cum in your mouth, maybe you can take it home and knock her up with it.

[reorientation]

Another first time anon because your previous asks made me think about submitting my experience and see if you have insight .

FtM here, but I won’t go long about my identity cause I consider what you said before, and so let’s take for a given that regardless of how I identify, my female body is genetically programmed for breeding and child bearing. My issue is that as much as I can recognize the desire to breed, I can’t get into the pregnancy part.

Pregnancies feel so alien to me and every part of it such a process I would never want to go through, I can’t even conceive my body having the ability to do that and some parts of it might feel neutral while some others almost bring me disgust. On the other hand receive cock and being bred feels like fulfilling my purpose, it’s something I distinctly feel my body crave, the sensation of those last thrusts as cum fills my vagina is so fulfilling and maybe because of how stark this contrast is, I feel confused by how pregnancy doesn’t feel the same way.

I’d love to hear your thoughts on this, I find your takes insightful and I love to follow your work!

Oh, sweetheart, do you really not understand? Wanting to be pregnant is strictly optional.

I've touched on this elsewhere: evolution doesn't make you like pregnancy - the concept or the reality - because it doesn't have to. Just like it doesn't make you like kids in general, or the idea of having them. Many girls do, certainly, and that's a reproductive bonus - but that's not what it relies upon.

Evolution makes you need to get fucked full of cum, and love your baby when it comes out.

Because until very recently, "getting fucked bare" and "bearing a child" were essentially the same thing. There were no decisions you could make, before or after sex, that would break that link. You crave a man's cum filling your cunt because for almost all of the existence of humanity, that would result in you giving birth.

Now, there might also be some little mechanisms evolution put in you that you just don't know about yet. Even in the modern age, there's been many a girl who thought she didn't want kids but found that it just didn't feel right to end her pregnancy in any way except childbirth. And there's the "biological clock" that changes women's minds, too.

But at the core of it is this: you don't have to want the inevitable result of a man fucking his cum into you. You just have to want to be bred badly enough that you stop thinking about the consequences, and do what you were meant to do.

[reorientation]

Absolutely incredible situation playing out in my DMs tonight. Two conversations happening at the same time, each one with a fakeboy who started it by sending me nudes (one of her amazing childbearing hips, the other of her enormous binder-busters) and confessing that she was a virgin who was terrified of being pregnant but couldn't stop thinking about being fucked full of cum.

One of those conversations just started today: I got to follow along in real time as the big-titted one gave into the needs the T gave her, and found out just how quickly you can go on Grindr and find men willing to empty their balls into you. She's probably getting fucked bare as I write this.

The other one, though... we've been talking for a while, and she already lost her virginity a couple weeks ago - to a man she met on Grindr. In the fourth message she ever sent me, a few months ago, she told me "i can’t even imagine getting pregnant." She was messaging me to tell me she was pregnant, and might keep it.

Isn't it perfect? One frightened little "boy" who can't control herself going off to spread her legs for a stranger for her first time, and another seeing the natural result. Cause and effect; present and future. One girl after another finding her place in the world.

[reorientation]

Update: the birthing-hips one decided to keep it, and the one with the udders thinks she might have been ovulating - and is arranging to be gangbanged bare, so there'll be plenty more chances if she wasn't.

Happy first weekend of Pride Month, girls. Wouldn't it be so easy to spend it becoming just like them?

[reorientation]

Hey, first time anon here, who stumbled upon this blog from your other one.

I’m non binary and very much secure in that identity though over the years I’ve been clinging less to the specifics of any one kind of non binary label and more comfortable just being my own kind of non binary, whatever that means specifically.

I‘m definitely into the fantasy of being bred and potential pregnancy that could come with that and really love the way you talk on your other blog about these things.

I‘m not a girl or a woman, like I said, I’m very sure of my non binary identity, but you also seem very good at convincing people otherwise. What would you say to someone like me to make them see what their real place and purpose is in this world?

(I apologise if this is a little awkward, first time anon here after all)

"What would you say to someone like me" is one of the most common asks I get, often in almost exactly those words and with just about these specifics: "this is my identity, and I find it really hot to think about being bred."

It makes sense. Even when you don't have anything to say about yourself that isn't a negation - "I'm not a girl or a woman" - you want my attention on you, specifically, not just on the category that includes you. Everyone wants to be special.

You're not, though. Special.

This isn't a judgment on your whole life, of course. I'm sure there's something that distinguishes you from the next girl. But the way you imagine yourself to have an "identity" somehow disconnected from your natural purpose - but secretly touch yourself to my posts about how girls are built to be bred, and imagine your belly swelling - certainly doesn't.

So it always seems faintly ridiculous when a girl comes asking "what would you say to someone like me". Because the whole point is that your idea of what it means to be "like you" is a paper-thin decoration over what you are: a fertile female of the species Homo sapiens, a mammal meant to be impregnated and bear live young and give milk to feed them. Or, as we say more briefly, a girl.

Just like every "child-free feminist", and "lesbian", and "transmasc non-binary", and "trans boy" who's rubbed herself stupid thinking about a man holding her down and making her bear his children. All those things you could call yourself - all those "identities" - don't change what you need, or what you're for.

[reorientation]

i wanna dm you but im scared toooo -scared fakeboy with a breeding kink

What are you scared of, girl?

Sure, one of the other fakeboys I'm talking to just got pregnant, and another just took a stranger's cum. Sure, there's a dyke who DMed me a few months ago and now can't come to the thought of anything except having my babies.

But what am I, an incubus? All I have is words. (And in some cases, remote-controlled sex toys.) I can't make you do anything you don't want to do.

So... Are you just going to want it too much? Are you going to give up your sense of self and your future because you can't resist your needy pussy?

If you won't, then I don't see the problem. And if you might, then you're barely hanging on to your "identity" by your fingertips already - you might as well let go.

[reorientation]

Absolutely incredible situation playing out in my DMs tonight. Two conversations happening at the same time, each one with a fakeboy who started it by sending me nudes (one of her amazing childbearing hips, the other of her enormous binder-busters) and confessing that she was a virgin who was terrified of being pregnant but couldn't stop thinking about being fucked full of cum.

One of those conversations just started today: I got to follow along in real time as the big-titted one gave into the needs the T gave her, and found out just how quickly you can go on Grindr and find men willing to empty their balls into you. She's probably getting fucked bare as I write this.

The other one, though... we've been talking for a while, and she already lost her virginity a couple weeks ago - to a man she met on Grindr. In the fourth message she ever sent me, a few months ago, she told me "i can’t even imagine getting pregnant." She was messaging me to tell me she was pregnant, and might keep it.

Isn't it perfect? One frightened little "boy" who can't control herself going off to spread her legs for a stranger for her first time, and another seeing the natural result. Cause and effect; present and future. One girl after another finding her place in the world.

[reorientation]

I heard that starting T can do a lot of things but one thing that isn’t talked enough about is the clitoris growing so fast and in such a way that the nerves just can’t keep up. My clit feels dull now compared to how it used to be, but in exchange the branches of clitoral nerves that grow around the inside of my cunt seem to have been magnified tenfold. I never used to be able to cum from penetration, only clitoral stimulation… but now it’s the opposite… it kind of looks like I can only orgasm from having my hole filled from now on. Not sure how to feel about that. I’ve never taken cock before, or really had anything inside my vag, but of course this whole ordeal makes me curious. My cunt is hungry like it’s never been before and my clit is failing me and yet Jesus Christ is the T making me horny, worse than when I was a teenager masturbating three times a day, and dildos just aren’t hitting the spot anymore. You can’t get pregnant if it’s the first time, right? I just want to try it out. Getting fucked in my dripping, fertile pussy while my hugely engorged clit just bounces uselessly… protesting that I’m a guy and not just some cumdumpster even as I’m actively getting impregnated….. fuck fuck fuck…how long can my rational brain hold out while I deny my fantasies?

It's amazing how often a girl taking testosterone because she wants to be a man just ends with her taking a man's cum, doesn't it?

I hadn't heard that particular explanation before, but it's far from the first time I've heard "I never wanted to have a cock inside me until I started T, and now it's all I can think about." It's as if Mother Nature has a backup plan, for girls who won't do what they should. The hormone of masculinity just makes you want to have your legs forced open.

Your "T-dick" being numbed is just the cherry on top. You wanted to be like a real man, with a real cock - but a man's cock matters. Your clit doesn't. And trying to be a man just gives you a useless lump of flesh that doesn't even give you pleasure.

You should find out what it's like, to get fucked like a girl is supposed to get fucked. You should open up your pussy and take a man inside you - in the hole where cock goes in and babies come out. You can say whatever you want about yourself, while he empties his balls into you - it really doesn't matter. As long as you take his cum, and earn your reward.

[reorientation]

i’m a stone butch dyke who’s been on t for a long time buuut i took my first cock the other week from a guy 20 years older than me … always thought i was too tight to even take fingers but i got sooo wet from him grinding his cock against my pussy that it slipped in. i was on my back with my legs spread, whining and calling him dad the whole time. he grabbed my ass and lifted my hips up off the bed to hold me right up against him and i wrapped my legs around him as he was grinding his cock deep inside. i felt so small pinned under him and so full stretched around his thick cock. the feeling of him cumming so fucking deep inside me made me squirt so hard i was shaking. went home with his cum leaking out of me and staining my boxers, then went back to him a week later to get bred again. it’s only been 2 weeks since then so i don’t know if i’m pregnant yet but the mix of disgust/shame and overwhelming horniness i feel at the possibility of getting knocked up by the first cock i’ve taken is driving me crazy …

Absolutely gorgeous. A "stone butch", whining and squirming and helplessly stretched around an older man's cock. "Too tight" to take a woman's finger, but so soaking wet for him that he didn't even have to try to push inside of you.

You should be pregnant. It would only be appropriate. Just by fucking you once, he changed so much of what you believed about your pussy and your sexuality; now the seed he planted inside of you should change your body and your future.

You should tell him about that shame, though. I'm sure he'd love to hear it. That the whimpering little "dyke" taking his cum can't stop wondering if his cock has already claimed her. That you can't stop thinking about him being the first man inside you, and rubbing yourself to the thought of him changing you forever.

[reorientation]

Hey, um, I was reading through some of the other asks on your blog, (which were hella hot by the way, not that you need me to tell you that probably) and I figured I’d vent some of the horny nonsense in my head to a stranger on the internet, like all normal people do. (If I’ve misread something here , no worries, feel free to just delete this with my apologies)

So, for context, I’m 26, NB, & painfully gay since about minute one. I have this friend (let’s call her Lara for our purposes here) & she’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember, like she’s my third limb or some such. We came out together, we went to uni together, we moved in together afterwards. We fooled around together once, when we were both tipsy one night in uni, not that we ever talked about it, but we never actually got together. Doesn’t matter how obvious some things are, nobody wants to ruin a good thing, you know? Or maybe I’m just a coward in that respect. See, I think all the teasing from our friends has finally gotten to Lara, or maybe she just worked up the nerve on her own, or something, because she’s doing all the things she normally does when she working up to ask someone out, but she hasn’t told me about anyone she’s had the hots for lately, even when I asked she just kept avoiding the question. I think she’s going to ask me out.

Which is damn inconvenient.

After a few, or let’s be honest, way to many nights spent horny & up too late, I might have fallen down the orientation play / gender fuckery / whatever we’re calling it rabbit hole. Just a little bit. I swear, I never once gave a boy a second look & never felt particularly feminine even if I’m not the most androgynous NB, but something about this kink man, it just punches my ticket. At least the damn impregnation kink can go back in the box when I’m not actively being a horny mess. After lurking at the fringes for an embarrassing amount of time, I figured I’d actually try it out, since maybe that’d cure me of it. I’d wait until pride month, chuck my gold star in the trash for the whatever nothingness it’s worth, all the stuff. And just when I’ve almost worked up the guts to actually do it, Lara seemingly starts thinking about asking me out. Of all the bloody things.

I dont know if I’m asking for advice here or whatever, I think I’m mostly just whining to a stranger who I thought might get a kick out of it. Thanks for the time, I suppose, if you’ve gotten this far, & thanks again for the fun blog. Well wishes & all that.

Well, this has a straightforward solution. Just take cock sooner.

Your precious little third-limb lesbian hasn't asked you out yet. It'll be inconvenient once she does, since it might get in the way of you finally being fucked by men. You know, the merging of spirits and all that. It could make it quite awkward for you to go spread your legs.

But until she gets around to doing it - while she's reserving the U-Haul, perhaps - what's stopping you? It's Pride Month right now. You could buy some lesbian-flag panties, visit any bar, and find a man to pull them to the side. Do it a few times, maybe, to maximize the chances that there are still sperm swimming inside your womb when she confesses her crush.

You're on a timer, of sorts. Do you really want to go into this sweet little lesbian love story wondering? Do you want her to be the reason you didn't fulfill the fantasy you'd had for so long? Because if you don't, you should get a move on.

She doesn't even have to know about it - unless, of course, a man leaves more than memories inside you. But that's the risk a girl runs by standing around like a sheep, while her crush gets mounted.

[reorientation]

Hey, same anon again. I don’t want to clutter your inbox with these or anything but I just read your response to my last ask & after maybe getting off to it just a little bit I have a bit more whining for you, if you’re interested.

You asked what’s stopping me from just getting some cock in me sooner. And like. I could give the expected answers, “oh, but I’m 100% hella gay” or “but I’m not even a girl, or whatever” or even get a bit cheeky with “I’d need to find cute lesbian pride panties first”. Not that I’m agreeing to do that, of course. But to be honest, I’m just hella shy. It took me 2 months to convince myself to make trying cock a New Year’s resolution, & I planned on trying during Pride Month as much for the kink of it all as to give myself a firm deadline so I wouldn’t keep putting it off.

I’d usually go to Lara with these kinds of things, she was always the extrovert & good giving pep talks to help me get my head out of my own ass & actually try the things I was interested in. Except, how do you think that would go? “Hi, Lara hon, I know you’re planning on asking me out soon, which is the kind of thing I used to daydream about, but I’ve been getting off to the idea of pretending to be a straight girl for the last year or two, so could you put a pin in that & give me a pep talk so I can go get my back blown out like a floozy & make sure my womb is as stuffed as humanly possible? You’re the best!”

And that’s the other thing! Just the idea of “the chances that there are still sperm swimming inside your womb when she confesses her crush”, as you so intoxicatingly put it, is another mindfuck. How would I be able to say yes to her, or focus on her or really anything else when I’m actively leaking jizz? How would I explain it a couple months later? If anything, part of my brain is trying to spin that as another reason to wait, so at least I wouldn’t be a bad partner from the start or some such.

I’ll stop whining there, since I don’t want to go on for too long like this, but I clearly have some dilemmas to face. Or just the herculean task of just not being such a baby about these kinds of things. Anyway, thanks for listening & for the advice.

Oh, this is very cute. A New Year's Resolution! "This year, to be the best girl NB I can be, I'm going to let a man empty his balls into my womb."

It's just tough to do this kind of self-actualization without your little lesbian lady-love, isn't it? You're used to having her help you open up, so to speak. You might have to display some courage if you want to be fucked before she musters her tremulous heart to confess to you.

But that's what resolutions are for, aren't they? You commit to doing things that are hard for you to do, so that you can become better. Are you never going to need to be brave without her? Does she have to convince you to do everything you crave?

In fact, wouldn't you be a better partner for her, if you got fucked full of cum first? So that you can get it off your mind, certainly - before you start sharing that cute little domestic fantasy with a girl who'll never be able to give it to you - but also because you'll be stronger and more independent. If you proved to yourself that you don't have to rely on her, wouldn't that be a stronger foundation for your relationship?

[reorientation]

Hey, um, I was reading through some of the other asks on your blog, (which were hella hot by the way, not that you need me to tell you that probably) and I figured I’d vent some of the horny nonsense in my head to a stranger on the internet, like all normal people do. (If I’ve misread something here , no worries, feel free to just delete this with my apologies)

So, for context, I’m 26, NB, & painfully gay since about minute one. I have this friend (let’s call her Lara for our purposes here) & she’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember, like she’s my third limb or some such. We came out together, we went to uni together, we moved in together afterwards. We fooled around together once, when we were both tipsy one night in uni, not that we ever talked about it, but we never actually got together. Doesn’t matter how obvious some things are, nobody wants to ruin a good thing, you know? Or maybe I’m just a coward in that respect. See, I think all the teasing from our friends has finally gotten to Lara, or maybe she just worked up the nerve on her own, or something, because she’s doing all the things she normally does when she working up to ask someone out, but she hasn’t told me about anyone she’s had the hots for lately, even when I asked she just kept avoiding the question. I think she’s going to ask me out.

Which is damn inconvenient.

After a few, or let’s be honest, way to many nights spent horny & up too late, I might have fallen down the orientation play / gender fuckery / whatever we’re calling it rabbit hole. Just a little bit. I swear, I never once gave a boy a second look & never felt particularly feminine even if I’m not the most androgynous NB, but something about this kink man, it just punches my ticket. At least the damn impregnation kink can go back in the box when I’m not actively being a horny mess. After lurking at the fringes for an embarrassing amount of time, I figured I’d actually try it out, since maybe that’d cure me of it. I’d wait until pride month, chuck my gold star in the trash for the whatever nothingness it’s worth, all the stuff. And just when I’ve almost worked up the guts to actually do it, Lara seemingly starts thinking about asking me out. Of all the bloody things.

I dont know if I’m asking for advice here or whatever, I think I’m mostly just whining to a stranger who I thought might get a kick out of it. Thanks for the time, I suppose, if you’ve gotten this far, & thanks again for the fun blog. Well wishes & all that.

Well, this has a straightforward solution. Just take cock sooner.

Your precious little third-limb lesbian hasn't asked you out yet. It'll be inconvenient once she does, since it might get in the way of you finally being fucked by men. You know, the merging of spirits and all that. It could make it quite awkward for you to go spread your legs.

But until she gets around to doing it - while she's reserving the U-Haul, perhaps - what's stopping you? It's Pride Month right now. You could buy some lesbian-flag panties, visit any bar, and find a man to pull them to the side. Do it a few times, maybe, to maximize the chances that there are still sperm swimming inside your womb when she confesses her crush.

You're on a timer, of sorts. Do you really want to go into this sweet little lesbian love story wondering? Do you want her to be the reason you didn't fulfill the fantasy you'd had for so long? Because if you don't, you should get a move on.

She doesn't even have to know about it - unless, of course, a man leaves more than memories inside you. But that's the risk a girl runs by standing around like a sheep, while her crush gets mounted.

[reorientation]

You really could do it, you know.

Find a man to fill you. Feel what it's been like since the dawn of time, when a male mates with a female.

You could lose your gold star, or have a straight man call you a good girl as he pushes into your pussy. You could take cock bare for the first time, and take every drop of his cum.

It wouldn't even be difficult. It's not some elaborate scenario that requires props and preparation and just the right alignment of interests. It's sex. Sex the way that nature intended for you.

Have you been telling yourself that it's an unrealistic fantasy - something you'll always come thinking about, but never experience? That you couldn't actually do it?

Because it's not. And you can.

[reorientation]

I just recently turned 18 but had breeding fantasies for years already as an FTM and have faced now quite the dilemma of if I should finally fulfill them.

There's this one guy who I wanted to hook up with months on end but had no actual time (until now) that keeps me waiting on the edge of my seat. He and I both find impregnation really hot and constantly and have fantasies of him creampieing me.

I'm not on any bc at all and don't really want to be pregnant but just want to be bred (logistically doesn't make any sense lol). Therefore we talked about using a condom - but that need for raw dick made me ask him if we can do the whole 'just the tip' thing where he rubs against me and my hole/maybe insert it a few times.

He has already hooked up with a few FTM's on bc and with condom, which I am really jealous of. But now the real kicker - he knocked one up that was ON bc.

I'm still talking to him, still sharing those breeding fantasies but I'm pretty certain that if I were to hook up with him I'd get 100%% pregnant. We both really want him to creampie me even though I'm not on bc, We have already agreed on just the tip stuff and I feel like that's barely a step away of him actually impregnating me considering he can be this potent.

It's such a scary thought but part of me just wants to meet him and see what happens once my legs are spread and his raw dick is pressed against my crotch.. should I go through?

Oh, of course you should. You're just the right age to make reckless mistakes.

I mean, it could be fine. You could go meet up with a man who's hungry to fuck his seed into your fertile womb and knows that you want it just as badly as he does, who's already bred one cock-craving FTM, and ask him to rub his bare cock against your pussy and push it inside just a little, just to see what it feels like... and then have him stop, pull out, put on a condom, and safely fuck you through a protective layer of latex and finish by filling up the hollow tip.

It could happen.

So it'll probably be fine, right? You're an adult - old enough to take responsibility for your future. You're not just some stupid slut who'll get pregnant just because it felt like more fun at the time.

You're already imagining what it would feel like, if you weren't smart. If his breath caught in his chest as he slid the tip of his cock into you, and he just held you down and pushed the rest in. If you stopped thinking about the consequences, and begged him to fuck his cum into you - the cum that's already made another FTM conceive. If he just pressed his cock against your cervix and started to throb.

And imagination is pretty much as good as the real thing, isn't it? You won't need him to do it, when the time comes. He'll just play with you a little, and then you'll be responsible.

After all, if you weren't responsible, you'd be pregnant. And you wouldn't just throw away your future like that. No matter how much you wanted to. No matter how good it felt when you did.

[reorientation]

Im the anon who was dating the guy who was really into detrans, fucked in a bathroom club and made me admit I was a woman, etc…

We messaged again for about a week (I ended it because outside of fun kinky stuff we’re really not on the same page about life)

Ofc after about 2 days of talking im sending him videos of a dildo in my pussy. Anyways.. I was a little tipsy and sexting him last week when he told me to go throw out all of the T I had left completely naked and send him a video.

I haven’t been on T now in about 2 months? I don’t really have a desire to take it anymore, but I still have some left.

I can’t believe i actually did it. Fully naked I posed in front of the camera and dumped it all in the trash. And sent him the video.

It was humiliating. I haven’t that cum so hard in years.

(Previously)

Humiliating? It sounds like self-actualization to me.

After all, this is the man who guided you. The one who helped you understand that the body you have is the one you were meant to have. The one whose work with you made you give up those silly plans of trying to be a "man".

Throwing away your testosterone is just the next step on the journey he set you on. It makes sense for you to show him your gratitude - and reinforce what he's taught you - by showing him your female body as you do it. It makes sense for you to show him the pussy that's going to bear babies because of him, even if they aren't his.

I guess your "girl brain" still thinks of that as humiliation, though, huh? Well, whatever gets you to come hard enough for the lesson to sink in. But there's nothing truly humiliating about rewarding a man who helped you become the subservient future-housewife you were always meant to be.

[reorientation]

I know it’s only been four days since I asked what I should do, but I have an update.

I’m unfortunately keeping it, I went to the clinic to get an abortion and I was too far past the cutoff to get one. So naturally I called him up.

An hour later he was cumming in me again and talking about how much my tits would swell up, and how he had “turned me back to the right path”. We haven’t used a condom since he found out I was pregnant, and he got rid of them.

I’m scared for what this baby will do to my body, I’ll never be perceived as a guy again. Maybe I want that? He finally let me sleep over after we fucked, I heard him call his mom about me and he told her I was “pretty and smart” and now I just want to be that for him (and for my baby now I guess?)

He wants me to move into his place, which is nice, but he also wants me to quit my job and take care of housework “so when the baby comes you’ll have practice” he said it’s where I belonged.

On a different note I feel the baby kicking every so often, I got an app that tracks the pregnancy and my baby is the size of a carrot. My stomach is definitely noticeably swelled up, and I’m not sure how I thought I’d be able to get rid of it.

I thought I was three or four months along but I’m actually on the later end of five months. I looked back at old pictures of myself and my hips have noticeably widened, he grabs at them often when we fuck and it makes me feel so horny despite wanting to be a guy.

He also made me stop pursuing a T prescription, he said it would make me less attractive to him and I really want him to like me, so that’s off the table.

The sex is really good and I don’t think I’ll be having just one kid if it continues like this.

(Previously)

I really couldn't have hoped for a better follow-up than "I'm more pregnant than I thought, so it turns out I don't have a choice."

You didn't even know how long you were growing a baby. While your body did the most female thing it could possibly do, you pretended to be a boy and put off doing anything and didn't pay attention. And your reward for that is the inevitability of a nine-month belly, and birth.

It's so, so funny that this is how you spent your very first full night of the future father of your babies (plural), though. Dripping cum and losing your choice. The second time you ever saw him, you got fucked full of his seed in a motel because he decided to take the condom off and you were too wet to object, but the first time you got to fall asleep next to him was when you failed to not become the mother of his child.

I'm amazed you even tried, really. Because I've hardly ever seen a struggle this feeble. You're so scared that no one will ever see you as a man again, but you've already decided that T is "off the table" because your baby daddy thinks it'd make you look too mannish. You get needy every time you feel his hands on your widening hips. You went to an abortion clinic, and when you found out it was too late, you took more of your breeder's cum and started thinking about the next child.

You aren't just three months along, as you thought - but there is a four-month belly in your future. A year from now, maybe. When you're at home, cleaning and feeding the baby and spreading your legs for your man.