No wonder I've been feeling a lot better lately. My T is a lot higher than cis levels.
Maybe this is a sign about something.. If only I knew what...
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No wonder I've been feeling a lot better lately. My T is a lot higher than cis levels.
Maybe this is a sign about something.. If only I knew what...
Of course I'm a girl! Just because I own three fleshlights and a bunch of anime girl body pillow covers, and jerk off every single day, sometimes several times, and love cumming in those fleshlights and on those body pillows, and love my dick, and can't help but jerk off whenever it gets hard, and sexualise all of the real women in my life, and think about fucking a real girl's pussy, and desperately want to cum inside someone, and love when people talk about my dick or my balls, and have all the same needs and urges and thoughts as any other boy, doesn't mean I'm not a girl, right?? Right????
I need to breed someone rn..
All girls feel this way right?
it is /so/ easy to make fakegirls and fakeboys melt. literally all you have to do is get flirty with them and then say you'll stop if they don't tell you their deadname.
they'll give it to you just like that.
and then you've got something to call them that'll make them swoon every time. the secret is that trannies just weren't shown enough care before they started pretending to be someone else, so a little bit of kindness goes a long way. try praising them as their real gender; try saying "I love you, [deadname]"—they really need to hear it and they'll be in tears soon enough, thanking you for making it okay to be who they always were.
Gosh I hope no-one ever does this to me..
Woke up next to a lesbian friend the other day and all I could think of was how much I wanted to breed her while she was still sleeping.
Maybe next time I should just do it and fully live up to the predatory trans"woman" stereotype..
Your girlfriend held a spiral pendant in front of you. She had wanted to try hypnosis for a while now and finally convinced you to give it a try. You weren’t very convinced, knowing that there’s no way it would work.
“Okay babe, all you have to do is look at the spiral.” She said, gently swinging the pendant from left to right in front of your eyes. You stared at the pendant plainly, not believing this for one moment. However, as your pupils moved left to right, you started to feel lightheaded. Was it actually working? You started to feel like you couldn’t think straight and your eyes felt heavy. “Just keep on looking at it baby…” Your girlfriend said softly, continuing to swing the pendant slowly. She watched as all the thoughts left your mind and you were left completely stunned. “There we go…now…I want you to be a femboy instead of a trans girl. Can you do that for me baby?” You felt completely numb to what your girlfriend was saying. Normally you’d be outraged and confused, but instead you found yourself obediently nodding along. “Good boy…now when I snap my fingers, you’ll be a boy, my boyfriend, and that’s all you’ll think about…” Your girlfriend said seductively, gently moving the pendant away from your eyes and snapping in front of your face. You suddenly snap back into reality, but something feels different. You felt thoughts of being a boy flood into your mind. It felt wrong, like you were forgetting something important.
“Hehe…is my boyfriend confused? Feels like you’re missing something, huh? Well you’re not, baby…you’ve always been a boy, I promise.” Your girlfriend reassured, reaching out and cupping your face. “And you’ll always be a boy now…” You felt like a haze clouded your mind but you nodded along, accepting your new identity as a femboy boyfriend.
I NEED someone to do this to me //>_<//
I'm a disgustin pervy boy I just need something to cum to
I love the idea of being a E femboy, squishy chest and butt and soft skin to show I'm not a real man and a dick to show I'm not a woman, just something below both for the real men and women to use.
What if I told you I'm not interested in trans women but didn't let up on teasing you? What if I spread my legs and rubbed my cunt and said it's all yours as long as you accept your role as a man? What if I pinned you down and grind myself on you, letting you hear what a real woman's moans sound like, and begged daddy to claim me like a man? How long would I have to slide my warm wet natural pussy up and down the length of your cock before you give in to your biology and fuck me senseless, letting me call you sir and daddy? Something tells me not long.
Maybe a few minutes.. I just can't resist the smell and warmth of a wet pussy //>_<//
After that I don't care what you call me I just need to fill you, might even make me cum faster
Repeat after me:
I’m not a girl, I’m just a stupid boy
I'm not a girl. I'm just a stupid boy
I'm not a girl. I'm just a stupid boy
I’m not a girl, I’m just a stupid boy
I'm not a girl, I'm just a stupid boy
Im not a Girl, Im just a stupid Boy
I’m not a girl, I’m just a stupid boy
I'm not a girl, I'm just a stupid boy
I'm not a girl, I'm just a stupid boy
I've been having a bit difficulties with getting hard lately but reading all the misgender and detrans stuff here gets me rock hard immediately. (I miiight have also dropped my E dose a bit..)
A cis girl showing a fakegirl that all that voice training can be undone minutes
stroking his cock until his feminine whines and whimpers turned to deep masculine moans of pleasure and frustration.
Every new octave dropped sends a fresh wave of shame over him.
With each firm pump along his shaft, that high, practiced pitch fractures and cracks, splintering into lower, rougher sounds. His throat works, trying to swallow them back, to maintain the delicate illusion he’s so carefully constructed, but it’s useless.
His hands grip the sheets beneath him, knuckles white, as a particularly deep groan rips from his chest. It’s a sound he hasn’t made in years, activated by his manly desire to breed.
His hips buck, seeking more, demanding more, and with the movement comes another low, guttural sound.
She slips his cock into her wet pussy and lets out a moan of her own, but unlike him, her moan is delicate and undeniably feminine.
"Oops," she purrs, leaning down to whisper in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "Did you lose your pretty little girl voice?"
He shakes his head, trying to clamp his lips shut, but the pleasure is too intense. His body is betraying him, each thrust of her hips coaxing out more of those deep, masculine sounds.
"Look at you," she says, her voice a mixture of amusement and arousal. "All that effort, all that practice... and all it takes is a little bit of pussy to bring out the real you. What a perv.”
A fresh wave of shame washes over him
"Maybe we should record this," she continues, her voice a low, conspiratorial hum. "A before and after. All those high, breathy moans, and now... this. So much more honest, don't you think?"
The idea sends a jolt of pure terror through him, a cold spike of fear that momentarily cuts through the haze of arousal. He wants to protest, to beg her not to, but the words catch in his throat, strangled by another deep, involuntary groan as she clenches around him, her inner walls milking him with practiced precision.
"You're so much more attractive this way," she whispers, her lips brushing against his ear. "Real. Not that fake little girl you pretend to be. Just a needy, desperate little boy, desperate to cum."
“I-ahh ‘m a girl” he whines out in a pathetic attempt to regain some control. The feminine lilt is forced, thin. He’s fighting a losing battle.
She laughs, a light, airy sound that contrasts sharply with the deep, primal noises he's making. "Are you? Then why does your cock feel so good in my pussy? Why are you leaking so much precum, hmm? Girls don't do that, do they?"
He whimpers, the sound a pathetic mix of high and low, a battleground of wills and wants. His hips buck again, a frantic, uncontrolled movement that betrays his desperate need for release.
"You wanna fuck a baby into me, huh? That's what these sounds are for," she says, her words a deliberate, cruel twist of the knife. "Is that what you want, pretty boy? To breed me? To fill me up until I'm dripping with your cum?"
The image floods his mind, He can see it, feel it, the thought of her, round and swollen with his child, a tangible proof of his masculinity. The thought alone is enough to push him closer to the edge, his cock throbbing, a desperate, pleading pulse against her walls.
"Answer me," she demands, her voice sharp, cutting through the fog of pleasure. "Tell me what you want."
He tries, he really does, but all that comes out is a choked sob, a broken, masculine sound that's all need and no words.
"Use your words, boy," she says, "Tell me what a pervy man like you wants."
"I... I..." he stammers, the words catching, his voice a low, rough gravel. "I want... I want to breed you."
The confession hangs in the air, a raw, vulnerable thing. It's out now, the truth laid bare. He's exposed, stripped of all pretense, all illusion. He's just a man, a desperate, horny man, wanting to claim her, to mark her as his.
"Good boy," she purrs, her tone softening, a hint of approval in her voice. "That wasn't so hard, was it? To admit what you really are?"
She starts to move again, a slow, deliberate rhythm that's designed to push him over the edge. "Then show me," she whispers, her lips trailing down his neck, her teeth grazing his skin. "Show me how a real man fucks. Show me how you're going to breed me."
The last thread of his control snaps. He rolls them over, a sudden, fluid movement that takes her by surprise. He's above her now, his hands pinning her wrists to the bed, his body a heavy, dominant weight on top of hers.
His thrusts are deep, hard, punishing, each one a declaration of his reclaimed masculinity. His moans are no longer sounds of shame, but of possession, of raw, unfiltered desire. He's no longer fighting the sounds, but embracing them.
Her moans are high and delicate, a perfect counterpoint to his deep, masculine sounds.
"Cum in me," she whines, her voice a breathy, needy plea. "Please, cum in me. Knock me up."
Her words are the final push, the permission he needs to let go. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside her, a roar of pure, unadulterated pleasure tearing from his throat as he empties himself into her, his cum flooding her womb, a hot, possessive wave.
He collapses on top of her, his body spent, his breathing ragged.
“I can’t wait for you to be a daddy” she says.
He groans. The fake girl is gone, replaced by the real man, a man who has just claimed what is his.
"Such a good boy," she murmurs. "My good, strong man."
He shivers, a fresh wave of shame and satisfaction washing over him. He should feel mortified, disgusted with himself, but all he can feel is a profound sense of rightness, of coming home to himself. This is who he is. This is who he's always been.
"Are you going to keep being a good girl for me?" she asks, her voice a soft, teasing whisper in his ear. "Or are you going to be my man?"
He doesn't answer, not with words. He just shifts, settling more comfortably on top of her, a silent, possessive claim. For now, at least, the girl is gone.
being male is soooo nice and so easy. you don’t have to look pretty, your only role is to get hard, be stinky and musky and filllllll sweet wet little things with your throbbing maleness awwww are you sure you don’t wanna be a boy??? doesn’t that sound like funnnn?
This might be Fakeboys Fixed, but I have a soft-spot for how pathetic mindless goonette fakegirls are as well. Both fakeboys and fakegirls are porn-brained little sex objects in their own special ways. I love mindless fist-pumping goonette fakegirls whose entire viewpoint of femininity is dominated by the endless amounts of porn that they watch.
Make yourself worse. Consume more and more misogynistic porn as you pump your needy cocks and picture yourself as those women you watch being degraded. Construct your entire value as a woman in being a broken porn-doll for men. Disgust real women who meet you with how repulsively porn obsessed you are. Be every worst stereotype of a constantly horny, sexual freak of a trans girl.
Keep stroking your pathetic goonette cocks as you fail to ever achieve real womanhood. You’ll either become a pretty little sex obsessed goonette freak, or a disgusting bedroom dwelling NEET who spends hours stroking their cock as they fail to pass. Either way you’re being the honest version of the fakegirl you were meant to be.
You might not pass, but you can be the disgusting feminised porn object that men like me might find amusement in tormenting. Admit to yourself the misogynistic porn-brained fantasies you have about real women and how it impacts you every day while you stroke your goonette cocks. Share this, tell everyone you’re just a creepy fakegirl pervert that strokes themselves to the darkest fantasies possible, while every day you take one more step away from ever being seen as a normal woman.
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