#boymoder kink

[blxxxp]

"Heeey, guess what I found?" Your roommate greats you, her voice more lilting and playful than you've ever heard. Her posture dripping with languid sensuality that you've never seen on her. She lifts her hand, displaying a small vial pinched between her thumb and forefinger.

Panic shoots through you. "I-It's not-"

"It's not what it seems like? Honey it's labeled. Estradiol Valerate, I know what that is."

"I-"

"It's not yours? Really? Then you should tell whoever labeled the little box I found it in."

Your stomach sinks. She knows. Part of you wants to run but your legs are frozen.

"I'm not mad, did you think I'd be mad?"

"I-I didn't... I didn't know."

She carefully transfers the vial to her other hand, then to the side table next to her. "A few months ago I noticed you smelled different." With a lazy grace she lifts herself off the couch and steps toward you. "My sense of smell is pretty sensitive, but I assumed it was nothing and you'd go back to normal in a day or two." She steps toward you again, then again, then again, and now she's only inches away from you." But then you didn't go back to normal, and that new scent just got more and more apparent." She places hand on your shoulder, leans into the crook of your neck, and inhales deeply through her nose. Her body trembles as she pulls away. "So, I started watching you. I noticed that you started shaving, I noticed that you grew your hair out, and of course I noticed..." Her hand falls to your thigh, her fingers prss into your soft flesh through your pants, then slide upward over your hips, your waist, your ribs, and finally your breast.

"Mmhf!" A sound jumps out of you as her fingertips press through your shirt to your nipple.

"God... I'm just..." Your roommate brings her hands to the hem of your shirt and begins gently pulling it up. "...I'm just so, so fucking glad I was right about you."

[dykesis]

grope that girl through her baggy dysphoria hoodie. pull the collar of her boymoding sweater down and leave kisses and hickeys wherever you can. she deserves it

[crestfallencadavers]

depressed boymoder is saved by a group of women who see right through her disguise immediately. they kidnap her, dress her up in the cutest clothes they own, then all take turns fucking her brains out as she deserves~

[blxxxp]

Hey, check in: When's the last time you wore an outfit that gave you gender euphoria? Has it been a while? Okay, change that.

[blxxxp]

"I see you looking at my closet whenever you come over, you know you could borrow some stuff if you want."

"Seriously, we're about the same size, and it's all like, thrifted, you don't need to be worried about damaging it or whatever."

"Well then what is it?"

"No, cause if you were actually married to that whole masc style you wouldn't be looking at dresses with like that."

"Like, you look forlorn, you look like a mermaid looking up at the surface, it's like you're watching a straight girl you're in love with."

"Then what's stopping you? If you wanna dress that way you can just do that."

"Bullshit, you'd look great."

"You absolutely have the body for it. Here, put this on, I'll show you."

"No, I'm not gonna 'forget it', put it on."

"No excuses."

"No. Excuses. Strip."

"Boxers too, they'll ruin the shape."

"Ok, now put the dress on."

"There, good girl."

"Here let me zip it."

"Turn around for me."

"Ooh, wow, yeah that's really nice."

"Here, over in front of the mirror."

"See? Look how it hugs your waist, isn't that nice? And your tits, look at these, and I love what it does to your shoulders here."

"You see it right? How pretty you are."

"Good girl. Now, get on the bed."

"That should be obvious, I'm fucking you in it."

[blxxxp]

"Hey, quit fucking slouching, let me see your tits. We're not at your job, we're not even in public, you are not boymoding here. Matter of fact take off the damn hoodie."

"Forcefemming you? Honey it's a bit too late for that." I reach over and squeeze one of your tits. "I didn't force you to grow these did I? You did that all by yourself, and I'm not letting you waste them."

[blxxxp]

Thinking about hanging out with a boymoder who keeps talking about how she'll never be a beautiful woman. How she should just give up, throw her estrogen in the trash, and detransition. I try to suggest things she could do to look more like the girl she wants to, get new clothes, try makeup, get a haircut, but she just continues to insist its pointless.

"No one thinks I'm a woman, you don't either, you're just saying this cause you're supposed to."

That crosses a line. I stand up from the couch and loom over her. "Don't you fucking say that." Before she can process what's happening I put a hand on one of her shoulders to pin her and grab the hem of her hoodie.

"What are you doing!?" She sputters.

I yank the hoodie up revealing the t-shirt underneath. "I'm showing you how much of a woman you are." Holding up her hoodie with the thumb of the hand that pins her I grab one of her growing tits.

"S-stop, what the fuck."

"You're a woman now, this is what happen to women when they're alone at a strangers place." I squeeze her breast, letting my fingers squirm into it.

"Mmhmf," despite the circumstances the boymoder lets out a whimper.

"Sensitive aren't you? Looks like estrogen really is doing something." I keep squeezing and groping. Adjusting to chase the spots that make her whimper harder.

"Wh-Why."

"You're a girl and I like girls. There's nothing to be confused about." I pinch her nipple through her shirt and she lets out something between a yelp and a moan. I twist it in my fingers and she whimpers harder. Her legs start to curl in on her torso. I pull my hand away from her breast for a moment to yank off her hoodie, then her t-shirt.

Her arms limply comply as I pull her clothing off of them. When I finish she lies back against the couch, waiting for me to continue.

"Wow, these really are growing, people are gonna notice if you don't hide them. What were you planning to do in the summer? Just swelter in that baggy hoodie?" As I speak I grab both of her tits and begin to knead them in my fingers. "Jesus these are soft, I don't know how you keep yourself from touching them all the time."

"Mmh. mmh. mmmmm." Her mouth is far too full of whimpers to respond to any of my prodding.

"Those are some really womanly noises you're making. Listen to how high your voice gets when I play with you." I pinch both of her nipples and begin to twist.

"Aaah! Aah!" Her moans are nearly screams. Her back arches toward me.

I release her nipples and let her fall back onto the couch, breathing heavily. Her eyes quiver and slowly begin to focus again. I wrap my hand around the back of her head and pull it towards mine meeting her soft lips in a kiss. She melts into me, kissing me desperately, like she's afraid something is going to take me away. I gently pull away from her, still grasping the back of her head.

"Don't worry honey, I'm not going to let a pretty girl like you get away from me."

[blxxxp]

"Here, try these on first." She passes a bundle of clothing into the changing room.

"Black jeans and a tank top?" You look them over incredulously.

"What, don't like them?" She quirks her head at you, daring you to challenge her taste further.

"Um, they're nice, I'm sure they'd look good on you but like... are people gonna like, know I'm a girl in these? Like, I could've worn this before I came out."

She grins wolfishly, "Trust me, they'll know you're a girl."

"O-okay." Your doubt folds to her confidence. You nod, close the door and begin to change.

"What?!" The word falls out of your mouth when you check the mirror. The girl staring back at you is at once the most and least "you" thing you've ever seen. You run your hands over your waist. Over the curve your tank top makes plainly visible. "When did..."

"Clothes that fit are nice, aren't they?" Her voice comes smugly through the changing room door.

"I-I, um, I g-guess so." You can see yourself blush in the mirror as you stutter.

"Try jumping." You can hear her grin, which means she can definitely hear your blush.

"Huh? J-jumping?"

"Like, just bounce a little, on the balls of your feet. Trust me, you'll enjoy it."

You follow her instructions, lifting your heels in a hop that doesn't fully leave the ground. "Ah!" You give a little yelp seeing your tits bounce. "Th-they can do that!?"

"Of course they can, they've probably been big enough for awhile, you've just never shown them off properly. Speaking of, open the door. I'm dying to see those on you."