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Forcing a fakegirl to get top surgery just to see her cry hysterically knowing she’ll never have breasts.

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There is so much transphobia since my country is in an election period again. Our president, almost all politicians, and almost a third of my country.

What will happen to me? Will I be forced to detransition?

If so, I sincerely hope that my colleagues around me will be understanding: I need to be misgendered, I need to be constantly reminded that I was born with a penis and that therefore I must stop to believe that I am a girl. It won't be complicated, I'm sure they never really believed me, my passing is so bad that many of them continue to treat me like a male.

It would be a joy to have my identity destroyed if it is so that everyone can enjoy their transphobic impulses on me. It would be a service to as many people as possible, they all want to crush trans people so much and I could be like a sandbag for them. They will humiliate me, they will treat me like the fakegirl that I am and I will finally be able to live as I was designed: a failure as a man disguised as a girl and serving the perverse desires of others.

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Reblog if you're a delusional boy trying desperately to be a real girl.

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I've started recently my treatment. My body will soon be more feminine, the doctors assured me. But I still hope someone to save me...

I'm sure that this filthy trans activist have brainwashed me with all those sissy hypnos. How a masculine man like could wear dresses, sexy underwears and bras like me if that's not due to an external influence on me.

But I feel this urge to transition, to have those ugly boobies full of plastic and to see my dick slowly become a sissy clit. I'm a failure as a man, ans this is why I've became a delusionnal fakegirl.

In reality, my true self know that I have to be saved. This is why I feel so good when all those girls at work misgender me, this is a part of reality which come back to say me : you were born a male, so you will always be a male with this cock made for breed female.

Save me please, misgender me, detransition me and i'll be this conservative male for you.

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Reblog to receive a rape threat

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It's so exciting to see another delured fakegirl who refuse to tell himself the truth that he is a little sissy boy.

I would love to tell him the truth, teach him how to be even more misogynist with himself, and present him to transphobic friends to train him to be a good submissive sissy with his hard "girly" dick

I'm so nervous to post pics of myself, in fear of someone deciding I'm not actually a shy trans girl, but a budding sissy boy who needs forcible training...

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I regularly play video games with a group of friends. These are people I see almost daily at work, and they all know that I am a trans woman. The place where I currently work is also very open about everyone's differences.

And tonight there was this girl I've known for a while. We were all having fun together and after a while, without me realizing it, she started using masculine pronouns when talking about me. And she did it several times without stopping until the end of the game, probably because my deep fakegirl voice let her go.

And when I think about it, this girl makes the mistake about this very regularly at work. She must have understood my game well, she doesn't let herself be fooled by this whole feminine facade that I put on. And the best thing is that no one noticed this detail of the evening, it seemed completely normal.

What ultimately frustrates me the most about this story is that she never really confronted me on the subject. It would be so good if she put me in my place one day in front of everyone. The humiliation would be such that I would end up having to admit that I am just a man who cross-dresses. A pervert who takes great pleasure in passing himself off as an ingenuous young girl to draw attention to herself, out of regret at being a mistake as a man.

The day this girl sets things straight, everyone will be obliged to tell me that they never saw me as a woman and I could finally access the pleasure of detransitioning. And I know everyone will encourage me to go back to being what I've always been, a masculine man with disgusting kinks. They know what is good for me.

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I think it’s important for every developing fake boy to happily share their nudes and deadname to kind strangers on the internet who rightfully demand it in their private messages💕its so fulfilling to base your opinions and self esteem on the judgement of those kind enough to tell you what do with your body and being true to the truth of your gender❤️ they always know whats best <3💕

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Everyday, I make myself kinda feminine to go to work, and I feel a bit like if I were a girl. But this feeling I have when I enter the subway and I see all these women. My "clit" get really hard, I imagine myself fucking them as they say how gross and masculine my penis look like. Definitely, all these morning remind me that I'll never be a real women and I don't care to be this sissy creep everyday : this is my true purpose.

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I'll be thankful if someone could help me being corrected

Reblog this if you want anonymous asks where I leave helpful and encouraging misgendering correctly gendering or detransitioning correcting asks.

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peoples talking about the little bulge I have in my pants

I know they've all noticed it, but they never tell me how ugly it is even if this is all I want to hear

other mtf boys

reblog with your favorite way to remind yourself of your real gender!

lets make a list of ways to keep ourselves in the right mindset <3

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Please send me dirty, filthy, misgendering, detrans, degrading, kinky, invasive Anons.

Reblog if you want the same.

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Part of the Pack

I'm a newly out trans girl, and it's my first night out since I came out. I've finally worked up the courage to go to my local gay bar, all dolled up in makeup and girl clothes, but only when I arrive do I realise it's their monthly Bear Night. I turn to leave, but the smell of musky, hairy men and leather entices me to stay...

As I order my first drink, a pack of big, hairy, musky men descends on me, introducing themselves, asking me personal questions, and ordering me more drinks. They encourage me to drink more, work up a sweat dancing with them, take off my clothes, loosen up my carefully trained voice...I'm having the perfect night. While I have my face buried in an extra-large bear's bulge, I feel clippers run over my head, as my carefully-grown shoulder-length hair is buzzed off, but I'm too blissed out on beer and man musk to care, as the rest of the night blurs in my mind.

I wake up in an unfamiliar bed, in clothes that aren't my own. I stumble, bleary-eyed and confused, to the bathroom, and am shocked by my reflection. My stubbly face, my fresh buzzcut, unfamiliar to me. I wander into the kitchen and see a man, no, not a man, a BEAR, a 6'6" mountain of hair and fat, frying up a big, hearty breakfast. "Hey cub," he says, joy in his voice, "I'm so glad you found us last night, it's time we saved you, isn't that right?" My mind is still hazy, but I decide being saved sounds good, as I wolf down the first course of a five-course breakfast, gazing lovingly at my Daddy Bear.

The next month is...divine. My Daddy Bear helps me in every way. He cooks big, hearty, fatty meals for me every day, helping me pile on the pounds. He helps me kick my nasty addiction to shaving, giving me testosterone supplements to help my fur grow in. He helps me fix my voice, bringing it a whole new bassy, deep resonance. He gives me a new wardrobe; leather, leather and more leather. As my belly swells, my mind dims, only able to focus on getting hairier, eating delicious food, and, of course, being Daddy's eager bearslut in the bedroom. We spend lots of time with his pack, in saunas and gyms, hanging out, sweating and, of course, fucking like animals in heat. I never thought I could be this happy, until I accepted my inner man.

My first month of true bearhood is over now, and it's Bear Night at the pack's favourite gay bar, and I find myself hoping, deeply and truely, that a confused fakegirl will wander in, so I can save him the way I was saved...

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the way this kink is making me start to love every inch of my body... it's almost like ive always been male and i'm finally accepting that...

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You're so right, just waking too and my penis was soooo hard, and the only thing I thought was how masculine it makes me. How could I pretend to be a women in situation like this?

Waking up with a huge boner and a strong urge to masturbate is the biological proof that any mt"f" are just delusional. Come on, have you ever seen any woman complaining about having a boner in the morning? We must accept we are just some confused little boys <3

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Sometimes I fantasize about going on vacation to an LGBT unfriendly country with a female partner. To start with I just want to take the risk and travel as I am, but she tells me I’m being selfish and that if we travel as an apparently lesbian couple we’re going to get into trouble.

I’ve been transitioned for a really long time and the idea of travelling as a man seems really weird, but I don’t want to put her in danger so I agree to do it. I buy myself some new clothes and put my hair up, and ask her what she thinks.

“Babe, I don’t think you’re taking this seriously. I’m going to give you a haircut.”

I’m reluctant, I like my hair, but again, I want her to be safe so I let her take out the clippers and cut it short. I mean, it’s going to grow out again anyway right? And a lot of women have short styles.

She gives me an appraising look up and down, and laughs.

“You don’t need to tuck like this, no ones going to care if they can see your bulge.”

“Oh right, well that’s an upside at least. More comfortable!”

“And the view is pretty nice”, she winks. “Oh, by the way, you should probably stop your HRT now. You’re going to be miserable if you’re coming off it cold turkey when we get over there. Not like you’re going to be able to sneak it through customs.”

As much as I hate to admit it, she’s right. For the next few days before our flight I go without, and let my body fill with its natural testosterone. I feel my stubble come in and she tells me to leave it, it’ll help cover up some of the feminization. Again, I don’t really like it, but what choice do I have?

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We’re standing in line at immigration. The whole place feels very tense and I find myself surprised that I’m glad I left my estrogen behind and didn’t have to deal with the stress of a potential search. My girlfriend gives me a quick peck on the cheek.

“Thanks for doing this, you’re such a good boyfriend doing all this to keep me safe.”

When I look surprised at “boyfriend” she pouts and says, “What? We have to keep up the cover. You don’t mind do you?”

I blush and shake my head. As she walks up to the desk I find myself feeling strangely aroused, given the situation. Maybe its the testosterone but I can’t help but check out her ass as she walks away. My cock stiffens in my new boxers and I wonder what it would be like to bend her over and fuck her. A surprising fantasy for me because I’ve always been a bottom.

I’m awoken from my reverie by an insistent, “Sir?”

It’s the guy at the desk, he looks annoyed. I hurry over and present my passport, he reads out my deadname, I nod, he waves me through.

“You know,” my girlfriend says as we leave the airport, “I’d always been a little curious what your deadname was. I hope its not rude to say, but it kind of suits you?”

“It’s not rude”, I stammer in my deepest voice, “You should probably call me by it while we’re in public.”

“Just to be safe?” she smiles, mischievously.

“Just to be safe”, I reply.

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We spend our days sightseeing as boyfriend and girlfriend. At night, when we return to the hotel, she treats me like a girl again. But when we fuck her hand lingers more on my cock than it used to and she seems… more submissive? More inclined to let me take the lead? I can’t deny that I like it. Filled with testosterone, I find myself hornier and hornier, and it just feels like it comes naturally.

Our last night there, we come in from a long day, and collapse naked on the bed. It takes me a minute to realize that despite being private, she’s been calling me by my male name. I point it out.

“Oh, sorry”, she says, “I guess I just got used to it. And with the short hair and the stubble…”

She lets her hand gently graze my face, I feel my cock harden.

“I look like a man then?”

“You did a great job. Its almost like it comes naturally to you.”

Is she serious? Is she teasing? I can’t tell any more at this point. But I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life.

She reaches over and wraps her hand around my cock, gently stroking it as she says, “I’ve really enjoyed having a boyfriend. It’s going to be a shame to give it up.”

I can feel how wet she is on my thigh and I can’t help myself any more. I climb on top of her kissing her passionately as my cock rubs against the entrance of her pussy. She bucks her hips slightly, pushing my tip inside her and I’m overcome by lust, pounding my cock into her over and over. It’s the first time I’ve ever done it and I can’t believe how good it feels.

“Oh God yes,” she yells, “I’ve wanted this for years, fuck me, please”.

We go for what feels like hours and end up in a sweaty tangle in the bed. She looks into my eyes and smiles and tells me she loves me, but she uses my real name. It feels so right. We lie there in blissful silence for a while and then she turns to me, looking serious.

“Is… this just for vacation?” she asks anxiously. 

“Of course not. I like this. I want to keep doing it”.

She sighs with relief. “I’m glad. Because after you stopped taking your hormones, I kind of threw them away”.