Hello, irl I am a mostly passable trans woman so this is a space to explore my taboo kinks, especially regarding detransition. For me, detransition is hot because it affirms the fundamental and precious femininity of trans women, which is taken away in the most humiliating and erotic way. As such, I do not really respond to content that asserts trans women are not women, but much prefer to see a beautiful and passing t-girl have her womanhood ripped away from her. I also enjoy the mental aspect of detrans, not so much identity death, but the reforging of a new masculine social identity that takes root despite the subject's resistance.
I will be exploring my own masculine identity and writing about it. I will also engage in a healthy degree of misogyny, which should be understood as performance. If you genuinely are an anti-feminist, fuck off. It's all id here.
Anyways, my dead real name is Mark, I am ready to put my delusions aside. He/him pronouns only. Learning again how to be masculine, help make a man out of me
Out of kink: asks/reblogs/etc welcome but I will block you for actual misogyny or transphobia, or promotion of creepy behavior (stalking, jerking off in public spaces, non consensually perving on friends, etc) that is not specifically marked as kink. If this kink is actively compromising your values in real life, you need to take a break and log off
Been going to the gym to focus on weight training and itās really nice to build camaraderie with the other guys. Itās what I was meant to do: get strong, build up an all male friend group, and check out girls
the fetishization of "getting worse" has been a disaster for the human race and my controversial mtftm kink take is that if mtftm kink makes you worse, you should delete the account, deinstall the app and never return.
Out of character: somehow this kink has brought back the early transition joy at seeing a woman when I look in the mirror. Itās still hot to pretend to be a boy but damn transitioning really is magical
Your hot cis girlfriend encourages you to embrace a more expansive view of womanhood, until you become indistinguishable from a straight man.
The older dolls warned you to avoid dating for at least the first few years of transition. But Jessica was so aggressive in her pursuit of you that you finally acquiesced. She was a bisexual woman who told you that you'd be her first "lesbian" relationship, which made you proud.
You had thought you'd be dating men as a woman but you couldn't complain: Jessica was strikingly beautiful, with a natural, conventionally feminine beauty you sought to emulate but could never quite get right. And while it made you feel distinctly unfeminine to focus too much on her body, you could not help but notice her hourglass figure, perfect heart shaped ass, and C cup tits breasts.
When you two went out, you tried applying makeup but you felt frustrated at your inability to mimic what she made look effortless. "It's okay baby, lots of women don't wear makeup," she told you gently. Soon after, she added all your supplies to her own routine. She was right, you weren't using them after all.
When it came time to get her your hair cut, Jessica encouraged you to get a real short dyke haircut like Ruby Rose. You hesitated, after all your beautiful long hair was your most feminine quality. But she cried and complained this would be important for her queer identity. So you did it, for her, and every time you looked in the mirror, you ignored the voice that said you didn't look like a dyke, you looked like a man.
As your other t-girl friends started getting deeper into their own transitions, you started speaking to your girlfriend about the surgeries you wished to get. "You really don't need FFS," Jessica said, "you don't want to ruin your naturally pretty face with that."
When you told her you felt dysphoria about your small breasts and hoped to get a breast augmentation she got angry at you. "Womanhood is not about having big breasts," she said, before accusing you of being a misogynist.
You asked how you could make it up to her. "I think you need to embrace a more expansive view of womanhood," she told you. Why did you even need laser hair removal if women naturally had stubble? It was your AMAB socialization that said you needed to change your body into a barbie doll's in order to be a woman.
So you cancelled your laser appointments, and in just a few weeks, your natural dark stubble returned. "It's genderfuck," Jessica said, but this of course did not stop waiters, bus drivers, etc from calling you "sir", "bro," or young man."
When you went out with your friends, even your trans ones started to slip up. "He, I mean 'she'" they would say or accidentally refer to you as Jessica's boyfriend. Eventually it became too much effort to correct them.
After six months together, Jessica complained your sex life became dull. You had made clear at the beginning that your... front parts were off limits, but this did not stop Jessica from grinding against your crotch and giving a knowing smile when she felt you get hard. "You know baby," she told you one night, "a lot of trans women use their cocks."
You insisted she use different words for it- princess wand, gock, etc- which she did at first. But as you fucked her perfect cunt from behind, she yelled in pleasure "your dick feels so fucking good, baby," you decided there was no point correcting her. You knew what it was and so did she.
All the while, while your body had originally seen great early results from HRT, you found that your body hair, impossibly was getting thicker, you were putting on muscle, and your already small breasts got even tinier. Jessica however leaned more into her identity as a queer femme.
She brought you to a queer picnic meetup where she introduced you to her non-binary friend, who, without thinking you referred to as she instead of they. You overheard them gossiping later, "I hate always being misgendered by the bi girl's boyfriend," they said. Jessica had just quietly suggested you stay home from now on, to avoid a future incident.
During June, she posted a picture of you two on Instagram. The caption read: "to other bi femme girls with boyfriends, I want you to know that you are so valid and not the slightest bit less queer for being with a man!"
You had gotten offended and confronted her about it. "It's just a post," she said. You insisted she take it down. Jessica cried and complained you were getting in the way of her exploring her bi identity.
Soon, it was your one year anniversary. You came home to a trail of roses, leading to Jessica in lingerie on your bed. But her breasts, while never small, were now DDs.
"A little surprise for my man," she giggled. You tried to protest, but you remained transfixed on her new tits. She straddled you, rubbing them against your hard chest, and grinding on your cock.
"You've gotten so fucking hot since I switched out your E for testosterone," she said, her mouth moving down your body to your crotch. You felt immediate fury for everything, seeing for the first time how this woman had sabotaged your entire transition, but her mouth on your cock silenced those silly thoughts. Instead, you fucked her hard as she screamed your name. Your true name, that you had only confessed in private.
"Cum inside me, Daddy," and you did, harder than you ever had in your life. Your mental clarity returned. Despite Jessica's protests, you left her without a word.
It was not unsalvageable. You could start HRT again, learn makeup, and get those surgeries you always wanted.
But a few days later, you returned to your apartment to collect your things. Jessica met you at the door, in a tight slip that you couldn't help but stare at, despite everything. Grinning, she held up a positive pregnancy test.
"Great news, you're going to be a Daddy for real."
The fact that I claim to be a straight woman in real life and yet my whole "For You" page is tits and ass. At first, I told myself I was looking at the most generic male gazy material for the performance of the detrans kink, but I catch myself developing new preferences in real time. It's like I'm watching my sophisticated female sexuality fade as I turn into a straight bro obsessed with big tits
Prison Detransition (An MTF Detransition Story) Final Part
Part 1 Part 2
warning: extremely dark, check tags
A trans woman is thrown into male prison for having an F on her ID and goes through a process of extensive physical and mental (re)masculinization
It was one year on state-mandated testosterone therapy for Vanessa. She had done what she could to mitigate the results: shaving body hair regularly, trying to exercise her glutes and hips, trying to walk with a feminine sway, but it was like swimming against a rushing river. There was no point denying the constant stubble she sported now (she was required by the guards to shave with the other men, but it did little), her deep voice, and thick arms that would have made her blush in her previous life. There was also her cock, no longer atrophied from HRT, returning to its quite impressive size, and, to her shame, nearly constantly hard after her daily sessions with Dr. Shoberg.
It didn't matter though. Her heart and soul remained female, and would remain so no matter what.
The sessions, despite their rough start, had been unpleasant, but it was a yet another indignity she'd have to endure to survive this place. He misgendered her constantly yes, but so did everyone else in this place. At this point, given how she looked, how could she blame them?
They had begun using hypnosis in their sessions where they had uncovered the lack of male role models in her early childhood. The doctor had provided her with some self-help books aimed at men her age, and while Vanessa had at first angrily rejected the gift, out of curiosity, she eventually began to flip through.
The most humiliating part of the treatment was the presence of the CO Angelica Jones, whose impossibly perfect body was a reminder of everything this place had taken from Vanessa. Every morning, she would come to escort Vanessa to Dr. Shoberg's office, and she would not be able to forget the lewd dreams about this woman, of fucking her dick sucking lips, her cunt, her big silicone ass in every position imaginable, which had continued despite her best efforts.
Vanessa liked men, she still repeated to herself. She was a proper lady.
"Thank you Officer," said Dr. Shoberg today as Vanessa sat down. The CO nodded and turned to leave.
Vanessa heard the doctor snap his fingers. Her hand seemed to move of its own accord as it made contact with the CO's bubble butt, jiggling from the impact. She froze.
Officer Jones turned around, her face furious. Vanessa tried to defend herself, but no words came out. How did this happen?
"Officer, I am so so sorry," said Dr. Shoberg.
"It's not my first time dealing with these fucking animals," she said, but there was something else on her face. Want. Desire. She He should have known how much bitches like her liked to be put in their place.
Vanessa cleared her throat and tried to focus. She would apologize. But by that time, Officer Jones had already stormed out. Dr. Shoberg laughed.
"Bold move, Mr. Alberti."
"That wasn't me," Vanessa protested, "you...you did something to me. A hypnosis trigger."
"My friend that is not how hypnosis works," said Shoberg, "it's perfectly understandable that a young man like you who hasn't gotten his dick wet in over a year would get excited at the sight of an ass like that."
"It wasn't me," she said again. Right? She would never ever act in such a way. She was a straight woman. But she looked down at something undeniable: her hard cock. Slapping the woman's ass had made her excited.
"What are you doing to me?" Vanessa sobbed, "why?"
"Because, I know who you are, Jake," said Shoberg, "you're a man hiding from who you really are. A man." He snapped.
Vanessa felt herself become immobile.
"Strip," he commanded, and she did.
"You are going to tell me the truth," he said. Truth, Vanessa's mind repeated. She had to tell him the truth. Shoberg walked over to her with a handheld mirror.
He held it up to her face: dark stubble, short hair, and a thick jawline. "Is this a woman's face?" he asked.
"No," she said instinctively.
Shoberg angled the mirror down at her body, to her thick arms, broad shoulders, and hard pecs that had been honed by a year of testosterone and strength training. "is this a woman's body?"
"No"
Finally, he pointed the mirror at her hard, nine inch cock. "What is this?" he asked.
"A man's cock," she said, "my cock."
"Good job," he said, "now tell me about Angelica Jones. Tell me about what you want to do to her.ā
Something deep inside Vanessa tried to resist. Tried to say she was a woman, a straight woman.....
"I want her to gag on my cock," Vanessa said, "I want to grope her big fake tits and fuck every single one of her holes until she can't walk. I want to make her tattoo my name on her pussy."
"And what name is that?" Dr. Shoberg smiled.
Vanessa held on. Her body started to shake.
"Jake," he said.
Shoberg snapped his fingers. Vanessa felt her body release. She sobbed.
"Is all that," the Doctor asked, not unkindly, "the fantasy of a straight woman?"
"No," he admitted. There was no denying it: he was a man. A straight man. It was over. Her (his his his, it would always be he from now on) womanhood had been taken away forever.
But there was something new in him. Something he had long denied within himself that was now set free.
Once, Jake had thought his feminine body had been a marble statue chiselled out through hard work. But this was delusional. Vanessa was a coping mechanism, a strategy to repress who he really was at his core. But now, with Dr. Shoberg's help, he had become who he was always meant to be.
Fellow trans āgirlsā, look at her and be honest about what you notice. Her hair? All the time she put into her makeup? How long it must have taken to get a shot like this?
Oh, you just noticed her big fake tits? I bet it made your cock hard. Itās ok, boys will be boys after all
Thinking about how detransition kink is about creating the best possible counter argument in order to ultimately affirm one's decision to transition in the first place. Although, to be worth anything, you must admit that the counter argument may indeed be correct. Maybe you'll truly become a woman one day, or alternatively, the "it's just a kink" rationalization might fall apart, and you will actually detransition. Perhaps it will be too much and you and I will become men again (or we always were?)
