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You already do. So keep it up, sissy faggot.

You just love beeing one of the girlz !!! You're so much of a Sissy... You need to reblog this to tell the world how much you love wearing lingerie 💕

♡ XoXo Jenny ♡

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Wearing one right now...

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Do it, faggot.

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hey cuties

i’m raven (she/her) — trans girl in transition for a couple years now

still leveling up, still glitching through gender like a main quest

dreaming of being part of an all-trans house one day…

like, actual queer commune vibes

chosen fam, late night talks, eyeliner everywhere, you feel me?

this is my first real post reaching out to y’all

looking for trans mutuals, friends, babes, chaos gremlins, artists, whoever

if you’re building something real — i wanna be part of it

drop a follow or dm

let’s make magic

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

we deserve softness + safety + each other

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Transfems are just the cutest, most unhinged little chaos gremlins.

I say that with love and the shared knowledge that I, too, am one. The longer I spend around other trans girls, the more my perfectly practiced, well-spoken persona just… dissolves. My big words evaporate. My once crisp sentences turn into flustered babbles, excited squeaks, hand flails, and an uncontrollable urge to curl up in someone's lap, whimper softly, and pretend I’m some sort of catgirl glitching out in real time.

There’s something so unholy about the way we communicate. Every trans girl I’ve met has that same internal struggle: the desire to infodump so badly—to explain the lore, the mechanics, the oddly specific gender philosophy behind her favorite character—but as soon as she opens her mouth, the words get stuck. So instead, she just locks eyes with you, mouth parted, energy buzzing, and then… short circuits. Silence.

And you know—you know she was about to drop the most unhinged, deeply insightful take about gender, trauma, or why a certain magical girl arc is actually the trans awakening pipeline. But instead she just stares at you like a deer in gay headlights, then nervously giggles and goes, “I forgot what I was gonna say,” while shifting in her seat like she’s trying not to melt into a puddle of blushy euphoria.

And of course, you just wanna grab her by the cheeks, kiss her forehead, and say, “It’s okay, baby, just make the little meow noise and I’ll understand.” Because somehow, you do.

Dating, befriending, or simply existing around transfems feels like living in a magical girl anime written by queer goblins. There's tears and tiddies and tea. There's snuggles and pillows struggles, gender envy, and late-night cuddles that blur into soft kisses and whispered affirmations. It's chaotic, deeply autistic, and unreasonably hot.

And honestly? I wouldn't want it any other way.

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nnngghh... cum goon

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How slutty can you be at home

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Reblog if you want to be slave or sissy dm active telegram emilygoddessxx

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Who want to be owned by me ?

Inbox 📥 Telegram @Mummylovesyou12

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