boy moder i drew at 3 am lol
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boy moder i drew at 3 am lol
Before the last election I had a set of religious activists go door to door in my neighborhood. I hadn’t shaved, so I had some peach fuzz, I was wearing boy’s shorts and a t-shirt with no bra. And they tried to speak with me about the democrat’s ‘radical agenda,’ including letting men who ‘think they are women’ into public bathrooms and showers with me.
I think that was the moment that I truly understood that I could never boy mode again. I’ve left the house wearing the most unflattering, baggy clothing imaginable and I don’t get misgendered anymore.
My mother still doesn’t quite grasp that.
This is high key a based take. Boymoders must be feminized by any means necessary.
Boymoders are free to adopt btw. If you see a depressed "boy" in the streets, feel free to take her home, doll her up in cute clothes, give her some pretty makeup, and make sure she takes her estrogen!
warning: I am not responsible for any instances of her pounding you silly for hours straight that may happen as a result.
I haven't seen this one here so here you go people.
hormone seller please, I need your strongest hormones!!
you keep telling me that you look like a boy. you say you're "not gonna make it."
well, when you walk around in public in a pair of jeans and a thick hoodie, you're missing something, i hate to tell you. all those months on estrogen made your tits grow, and you're not wearing a bra. are you even on prog yet?
you're so disconnected with your body that you've completely failed to realize the way your tits move when you walk. that means everyone can see them, everyone you try to hide from. it's why the elderly cashier at the grocery store called you "young lady." it's why the perfume salesperson approached you to try out a cheap sample at the mall. it's why me and the other dykes have had our eyes on you.
so pull that hoodie up, show off for me. show me those delicate buds that are oh so sensitive and let me violate them. you can protest and tell me your tits are pathetic and that you'll only ever be seen as a boy, but could a boy have tits like these? could a boy soak through her panties like a slut in heat?
oh doll, you're about to achieve a level of self-assuredness you never thought possible