#i mean i did this before i came out as trans and i got hit with “if you said anything earlier i would have believed you :/”

[nashvillehotchicken]

since my mom has some trauma from being ex-mormon and ex-nazarene and there have been a lot of issues between us both in some held-onto beliefs and triggers, i've not been wanting to tell her explicitly that i'm converting until i'm able to move out and have a bit of stability and a better sense of safety

i do still want to be at least slightly open about this and sort of sneakily educate may family for the better so i've been using the "my friend" rule to talk abt my studies and its working hilariously well lmao

[saintjosie]

Heyyyy girl so, I'm at an impasse with my transition. The euphoria is gone and I don't know where to find it anymore. Everything is progressing sooooo slowly, still too afraid to fully present fem, I came out to everyone I could, I'm still figuring out my style

I just don't know where to chase that girl high anymore

the first year or so of transition, euphoria was abundant.

my skin changed, i grew boobs, my body hair thinned out, and my hair grew out. i got laser and my facial hair slowly started to go away. i figured out what kind of clothes looked good on me and what i felt good wearing. i did voice training and found my voice. i learned how to do makeup. i had dabbled before but i REALLY learned how do it properly, and in a way where i didn’t feel like i had to cake my face with makeup.

but things didn’t really change until i decided to come out and stop boymoding no matter what - even if people misgendered me, or were transphobic, i just decided that i was gonna do it because fuck them. i’m doing this for me and not for anyone else.

and that’s when i really learned what it means to move through the world as a woman. because even if i didn’t pass as well as i liked, being publically a trans woman meant that everywhere i went, people either saw me as a woman or treated me with misogyny because they saw me as a man pretending to be one. either way, i had to deal with misogyny every day, the way that all women have to.

i learned what it feels like to get hit on when i don’t want the attention and what it’s like to be followed while holding my keys between my fingers.

and i also learned what being one of the girls feels like, with girl talk, chit chat, and white wine. i learned how to tell my friends how im feeling and listen to them in turn.

and from those experiences, i learned what kind of woman i wanted to be. i learned that i didn’t really like wearing girly things as much as androgyny and rough femininity. i learned that i didn’t really like wearing all that much makeup all the time. i learned how to gently turn away men without offending them. i learned how to deal with a man’s ego by making them feel smart and capable and how to subtly shut them down when they annoyed the hell out of me.

and i also learned that this was MY experience with womanhood and no one else’s. that other women did things differently and were still every bit as much women in their own way.

and at a certain point i realized that there wasn’t going to be a next high, a next hit of euphoria, because that wasn’t what i was chasing anymore. i was building a life and it was finally the life i wanted. now all of my joy is euphoria. and also all of my sadness and rage. because i just AM a woman. i’m not a woman in transition. i’m just a woman.

there are still some things i’d like to change and there probably always will be. but that’s also just what it’s like to be a woman and to be human.

just keep taking it one step at a time and you’ll find your own way. i promise 🙂

[ugly-anarchist]

Finding out I'm intersex and what exactly that means has completely opened up the ability to unpack all the things I couldn't figure out before

I came out as a trans guy when I was 15/16 and everyone around me was supportive, but not in the way I expected. Everyone was like "yeah we're not surprised" or "I had always kind of seen you as a guy anyways" and shit

Like, me being a man was what everyone expected of me. It was decided for me that me being a man was the more "correct" option.

Looking back I don't think it ever really felt right for me though. It felt like I was fulfilling an obligation, but it didn't feel good. I took T for 1 week and immediately got depressed and had so much anxiety. I hated the way it felt, but everyone around me wanted me to continue. They kept "encouraging" me to stay on it even when I expressed how much worse it made me feel. I stopped anyways, and I'm so glad I did.

Even before coming out as trans, I had always been barred from femininity. I was never allowed to shave, wear makeup, or get "feminine" underwear and bras. Once I hit puberty, it was all taken from me.

Before I knew I was intersex, I would sometimes look at pictures of me as a child and think "What went wrong? Why do I look so different? Why don't I look like the other girls in my family?"

And now I know. Now I understand.

I think subconsciously my family and the people around me had clocked it before I ever had. They knew something was different and treated me accordingly, even if they didn't know why.

Me trying to be a man was, I think, trying to fit that expectation. "Female" was always a standard to live up to for me, and I never could. My body failed at being female, so I took the road of least resistance.

Now, though, I'm still not sure what I am. Definitely not a man. What even is gender, honestly?

I'm not really sure where to go from here, tbh. It feels weird to be 22 and still discovering new big things about myself.

[aunt-booty]

The more I read about this whole situation, I become more and more sick.

First of all, making a true crime podcast about it was disgusting. Who in their right mind came up with this idea? The whole setting gives the vibe of a YouTube drama, especially the podcast thumbnails, it's awful.

Secondly, why the fuck did it suddenly become political? This has nothing to do with the left or right, for fuck's sake, it's about two assaulted women. Whether he defended or didn't defend trans rights has nothing to do with it.

No, neither Michael nor David should face consequences for Gaiman's actions. They are not him, they are not in his head. If you think otherwise, you are stupid.

This article is so badly written that we should wait for some decent press to cover it before we burn Neil at the stake.

Just because Neil turned out to be such a person doesn't make jkr a good writer, so her dear interfering fans, shut up.

It's understandable that someone may be worried about the fate of their favorite shows. I'm sorry, but people may be more concerned about that than about the tragedy of random people that cannot be undone. Stop whining about it.

Yes, people can be disappointed and sad. They can be pissed that their favorite author turned out to be shit. Don't take that away from them just because he's a RiCh WhiTe MaN

If we have to talk about this lady so much in a situation completely unrelated to her, fuck terfs, I'd love to grab rowling's legs and hit gaiman with her.

I don't think the people defending him mean anything bad, to me it looks like they're in denial. I understand that, give them time.

I appeal to us to remain calm and wait for further developments.

Personally, I am waiting for more information, his statement and for it to be checked by the authorities and relevant specialists. I don't think my opinion would make sense because I don't know any of the people involved personally, I can only comment on what we got and I think this podcast stinks.

And don't burn his books, it's bad for the environment.

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.65)

(Sneak peek) (Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: The truth always comes out one way or another, and with Jimin temporarily whisked away for surgery- it's up to you and yoongi to answer Namjoon's questions.

Tags: angst, blood, guns, murder, discussions of morality, descriptions of dead bodies, discussion of past spousal abuse, confessions, hurt/comfort, sickfic, hospitals, reconciliation, vmin focus, Trans! tae, discussions of transness, everybody lives nobody dies,

W/c: 12.0k

A/N: this chapter is a bit heavy on the dialogue but! sorry that this chapter came out when it did, we're finally here! sorry for the break in chapters- I got some not great news about a family members health and wanted to spend some extra time with them over the holidays.

Previous part - Masterlist - First part

Chapter 65 Sneak Peek: Lucky Gods

You drop a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder without a word. After some beckoning Namjoon follows you into the room. Legs shaking and sluggish at first. The pack is quiet even as the door closes.

But once Namjoon's moving it’s hard to stop, careening like a comet or a bullet in your direction.

To say that Namjoon is angry is an understatement; rage rolls off of him in quiet unending ripples carrying with it the strength to change the pack for good if he’s not careful.

He watches you startle and turn, eyes widening. You do not make to move out of his path.

Namjoon has never made you feel afraid before, but the pulse of it, the threat of it is there as he backs you against the wall until your body lies against it. Looming over your head, so much taller and larger than you.

An alpha. An alpha hunting. You tremble but do not move to avoid him.

He has a tiny bit of blood on his face, and a hairline splatter, almost like a constellation of stars across his temple. His fingers are harsh and shaking when they dig into your cheeks, pinching them until your lips open. Your knees tremble and you press your palm flat against the wall.

His scent thunders so thick and consuming that you can't physically stop yourself from trying to bear your throat. Namjoon stops you, holding you in place.

His eyes are dark and heavy-lidded as he looks down at you, He pinches your cheeks harder, shakinging you just a little. His voice is steady when he speaks, a low snarl.

“Never make me hurt one of our packmates again.” You swallow, although it’s hard. And he pinches again, harder before you get a chance to speak, to try and defend why you brandished that knife at Jimin hours ago. “I mean it. Never.”

He holds you there for a second longer before he lets you go, gasping. His hand slides down your throat to your neck, around the back near your scruff and gives it a small reassuring squeeze that only makes you feel like you're about to fall over. You would fall over if it wasn't for his touch keeping you up.

“I’m sorry.” You choke out, a few stingy tears making themselves known at the corner of your eyes. Namjoon rests his forhead against yours and closes his eyes. his spiky silver hair hitting your skin.

After a second he opens them again, nodding, and his scent looses its bitter edge. He steps closer, guiding you to rest against his chest. You take big gasps of his scent now that he's giving you permission. your instincts thunder through you so viciously that you can't physically stop yourself from tilting your neck and bearing your throat.

Namjoon just drags a finger down it, humming. He holds you up, arms around your shoulders, an anchor and a cage.

“It’s not okay.” I’m not okay, “but I forgive you.” Your knees do give out when Namjoon’s hand brushes the back of your neck, fingers digging in tenderly. Because even if he wants to be angry, anger won’t accomplish anything.

He walks you two strides, to put you into a chair next to Yoongi. Your mate takes you from him. the plastic chair makes a loud scraping noise against the linoleum floor. Jin’s on your other side looking just as tired as the rest of you. You'll get no rest tonight, sleeping in Jimin's hospital room when he gets out of surgery, every fitful dream interrupted by the oxygen monitor on his arm.

Secret, killer, and agent. All there in a pretty little row. Namjoon glares down at the three of you and crosses his arms.

“Explain.” Namjoon can’t wait another minute, another second. “Explain to me everything going on in my pack that I don't know about right now or I swear I’ll-“

Yoongi scoffs, "That you'll what? That you'll tear us apart Namjoon? that you'll leave? Look around you- we're already falling to pieces."

Coming Saturday January 6th at 5pm EST (Time Zone Adjustments below)

[justgrey]

What if a teen reader ACCIDENTALLY came out to the TF2 mercenaries? "came out" meaning generally queer in sexuality. the teen would be worried and anxious afterward because they don't want the mercs to hate them for it. (this is based on myself as a girl-loving girl but it can be written for any gender)

you ask, you finally receive. Might start cutting requests down. idk, I feel like writing for some reason. Who knows how long that's gonna last, though.

also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN, just be aware that i might not get it out for a long, long time because motivation works weirdly😇

Mercs with a queer reader (PART 1)

Scout, Engineer, Medic

Warnings : fear of being rejected, swearing, a couple of hcs, medic is his own warning

Being queer is hard. And being able to not tell anyone (if you're like me and wanna live comfortably) is hard too.

The way they find out is if you got really cosy with them, and I'm talking being invited to Engie's barbecues, Spy letting you smoke one of his fancy ass cigars, and Scout tossing balls to you and acting like an older brother towards you kind of cosy.

So, one day, you accidentally let it slip during a conversation at dinner, having gotten way too comfortable.

Everyone except Medic and Spy was there, choosing to skip to do "work" instead. Your words quieted the whole damn room.

Whatever you did next is up to you. Whether you took it on proudly and kept eating or walked off to your bedroom to cry, up to you.

Reactions

Scout

Scout's unfamiliar with queer people. He didn't know any, and he wasn't taught anything about them.

He is especially unfamiliar with queer men. If you are a queer man, he'd be asking you all the time when he first finds out:

"How don't you find her hot? Or her? Do you find 'dat asshole, Spy hot? Is 'dat how dis works???"

Not with the intention of being slightly offensive, though. Just curious because he kind of struggles to wrap his head around the fact you're queer.

He always had a feeling that you weren't straight as a line, though. He hung around you a lot, even if you were annoyed by him, because he kind of wanted to finally be an older brother because he's always been the youngest.

So this is all a learning experience for him.

He'd definitely stay quiet for a little while, scaring you, before he randomly approaches you the next day.

"So... you like, what... in ta' ladies/dudes?"

(If you like girls, he'd definitely be the guy to say, "Holy shit, me too!" As a way to bond)

"Yeah."

"That's cool... that's cool... wanna talk about it more, or do you wanna go play ball?"

"Play ball."

"Let's go play ball, 'den."

Nothing changes about your relationship. Although he does occasionally ask if someone is your type or not, wanting to learn more about you. But in the end, as long as you still wanna hang around with him, he'll be chill.

Engineer

Unlike Scout, he is educated in queer people. He knows a couple, and he thinks they're pretty cool. Medic is also out to him because he's definitely gay (and trans because I like it that way)

Absolutely nothing changes with Engineer. He doesn't treat you any different or ask you any questions, just continues as normal, but encourages you to talk to him about things because he's definitely experienced it himself.

"You know, you could'a told me that earlier. I wouldn't have judged ya'. I've roamed around that area myself a little too."

"YOU WHAT?!?"

He just likes to get out there and try random shit. He looks like a boring guy, but he's way deeper than the southern merc on the surface.

Just talk to him :(

Medic

He wasn't there when you accidentally came out. He was finishing up an experiment on some organs.

When someone does tell him about it, though, he can't care less because he's queer too.

He also transed his gender. It's not my problem, it's yours now.

Definitely did his own top surgery ngl. Madman. Also discovered how to extract testosterone from sources and synthetically make it. Officially, a pioneer in trans healthcare. Hit him up if you want sum.

He treats you normally because he really doesn't give a fuck. He basically comes out to you as well, though:

"So you don't care."

"Nope."

"Why...?"

"What do you think Heavy and I do while we are working together... and the rest of you are eating?"

"..."

"Wait a minute... wait a... oh."

"Ja."

"HOW ARE STILL ALIVE?! 😭"

Definitely in love with his unofficial soul mate, the Heavy weapons guy.

I'm gonna do parts to this, actually. I'll make a part 2 and a part 3 another day that is even more random. I just need a break cause this is just a little bit lengthy. Ty got reading and sorry if it isn't exactly what you wanted 💀. I focused it a lot on the mercs instead of readers' anxiety.

Also, if you don't agree with my medic hcs, lol, fair enough 🥺

[augustjustice]

I Wanna Be The One To Walk In The Sun

AO3

@stevieweek day 1: stobin | prompts: sapphic, the party

rating: T | wc: 2.5k | cw: homophobia and transphobia mentioned but with no real bearing on the story | tags: sapphic stobin, background elmax, transfem steve harrington, get together, established relationship, futurefic, tooth-rotting fluff

Notes: I went in a slightly different direction with the prompt. This fic centers on sapphic Stobin entering into a romantic relationship after Stevie comes out as a trans girl. If that's not your cup of tea, please skip this one! Don't like, don't read as always.

Title from "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" by Cyndi Lauper.

It was amazing what a difference a year made. 

June of 1987 saw Stevie Harrington returning to Hawkins, fully out to everyone who mattered and with her girlfriend at her side.

When Robin had headed off to Purdue the previous fall, Stevie had followed. She knew, deep in her heart, that she would follow Robin anywhere. 

And though Stevie hadn’t enrolled for any college classes herself, leaving their hometown had felt like gulping down the first breath of fresh air after her lungs had started to burn from holding it underwater. She’d spent so long treading along, just trying to survive the many perils that Hawkins had thrown her ways, it had been years since she got to just be.

Being in a new place, though, with the exploratory air that college afforded available at every turn, opened up a whole new world of possibilities. Stevie had learned a lot about herself in the intervening months. 

Starting, of course, with just who she was, once you peeled back all the layers of high school reputations, smalltown expectations, and societal roles. Robin, of course, had helped her enormously when it came to navigating that last one, introducing Stevie to ideas that Robin was rapidly learning from her classes and dipping her toe into queer culture for the first time. 

Things that Stevie had never even considered before. 

Robin never judged her, when she started borrowing more and more clothes directly from Robin’s closet, in the tiny off-campus apartment they shared. And when Stevie speculated one night, when the pair of them were cross-faded from home mixed margaritas and the joint Eddie had gifted them as a housewarming present, what it might be like to wear a skirt, Robin had simply said, “Well, I mean…you can, you know. If you want to. Boy’s can wear skirts.” 

She’d been right by Stevie’s side the next weekend when they journeyed to the mall, and she picked out a skirt of her very own, for the very first time. Knee-length and flowing, the pale pink fabric was perfect, made her feel pretty and delicate as soon as she put it on. 

And Robin was there, holding her hand as they sat cross-legged in her bedroom, when Stevie quietly confessed that she thought maybe she wasn’t a boy at all later that night.

When Stevie had glanced over at her best friend–biting at her bottom lip nervously, afraid of what she might see shining back at her in Robin’s expression–she hadn’t expected to find the other girl blushing.

“Well–that’s great, Stevie! I mean, that’s really great–amazing, even! And I’m so, so happy–and proud! Did I mention proud?–that you told me. I was starting to think–well, what I mean is, I knew something was different. With the skirt, of course, but also because you’ve been growing out your hair? And started styling it differently–pretty! Like, really, really pretty. I mean, I know they called you the Hair back in school, but these days, it’s just, it looks–”

As the words spilled from Robin’s mouth in a steady stream, Stevie blinked, realization hitting her. Robin was rambling, the way she always did in front of pretty girls.

There was no way in hell that could mean–could it?

Reaching out, Stevie cupped her face, pressing a finger to her lips to shush her, the same as she always would have. “Robbie?”

“Yeah?” Robin gulped nervously.

When she smiled, fond and sweet, the corner of Stevie’s eyes crinkled with the force of it.

“It’s just me.”

But as Robin’s gaze dropped down to her lips, Stevie’s heart started to rabbit in her chest with the same frenetic pace as Robin’s rambling.

It was Robin who closed the distance between them. That first brush of their lips had quieted all the anxious thoughts racing in Stevie’s head, every fear draining out of her. 

Because this was them–Stevie and Robin, intertwined together the same as they’d always been. Just, now, in a whole new, exciting way. 

It felt good. It felt right.

Several deep, giddy kisses later, the pair of them laid side by side in Stevie’s bed, Robin’s head pillowed on her chest, right over her heart.

When Robin chose to break the silence, her words weren’t at all what Stevie had expected. 

“You wore chapstick that summer at Scoops, didn’t you?”

Stevie furrowed her brow, nose crinkling with her confusion. “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”

“It was confusing,” Robin admitted.

“Rob, are you saying I gave you a sexuality crisis?” Stevie asked, delighted.

Robin nudged her shoulder, huffing out a sigh.

“I’m saying that sometimes you’d swing your hips while you walked away in those tiny little sailor shorts, and I had to remind myself that I liked girls.” 

Stevie cackled. 

“Turns out my gay girl radar was just even better than I thought it was.”

“Yeah, I don’t know if I’d go that far. You didn’t clock Vickie for ages even though I kept telling you—”

“Well, I guess it all worked out alright for you, didn’t it, Harrington?” Robin sniped back, the twinkle in her eyes gentling things down to mere teasing. “Gave you plenty of time to swoop in and make your move.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess I did.” Cupping Robin’s jaw, Stevie leaned in and kissed her again. “Maybe I should send Vickie a fruit basket, or something.”

“Stephanie Harrington, don’t you dare!” Robin squawked, already giggling.

That night, Stevie got a new name and a girlfriend, all wrapped up together in the same single, perfect moment.

—

The months that followed had brought them back here–exchanging sticky kisses at the Family Video counter, the sweltering heat outside so intense it cast a shimmer over the entire parking lot. 

With Purdue dismissed for the break, Stevie and Robin had come back to visit her parents and the kids. They’d decided to pick up their old jobs again to make a little extra money during the long, hot summer months. 

Hawkins was still as close-minded as it had always been, but both Stevie and Robin had a pretty good handle on how to navigate it. 

Since Stevie had started to transition, she got away with being pretty stealth–even though she and Robin still went everywhere together, most people didn’t put two and two together of just who she was. That included Keith, whose constant stammering in Stevie’s presence had sent both the girls into giggling fits immediately after their rehire interview, not a trace of his former Harrington hatred to be found.

Though it still wasn’t safe to be openly together most places, they took advantage of the closeness between two girls that most of the town just dismissed as gals being pals. And, of course, any and every spare moment they had alone. 

Like now, the store quiet around them, falling into that slow Tuesday morning lull.

Stevie had just barely finished applying her chapstick before Robin pulled her into another, eager kiss. She giggled into the space between her and Robin’s lips.

“You know, if you keep doing that, I’m just gonna have to keep putting it back on again.”

“Okay, well,” Robin sighed, as though extremely put upon, purposefully dramatic. “They shouldn’t make it taste so good, then.”

She punctuated her point by brushing her mouth over Stevie’s bottom lip once more. 

Since Stevie knew now that Robin had a thing for her chapstick, she couldn’t resist teasing her with it, just a little. So she uncapped the tube slowly once they pulled apart, making a show of liberally reapplying the coat Robin had just kissed off. 

But when Robin darted her head forward again, Stevie ducked her, releasing a soft laugh at the offended squawk her girlfriend let out.

“Hey, how about…how about this. We make a game out of it,” Stevie suggested. 

Robin’s eyebrows drew down, a look of concentration crossing her face that Stevie couldn’t help but find adorable.

“What kind of game?” 

“Well, I was thinking–you kiss me, and then you have to guess what flavor I grabbed when I left the house this morning. Winner gets a prize.”

Robin thought this over for a moment. Then, she stuck her hand out to shake, like they’d brokered some kind of actual bet. 

“Deal.” 

When she pulled back from the first soft, lingering kiss to Stevie’s lips, Robin offered her first guess. 

“Uh…cherry?”

“Nope,” Stevie replied, popping the ‘p’ in her mouth. “Guess again.”

Robin’s eyes crinkled at the corners as she leaned in, pressing her lips more firmly to Stevie’s for a long, probing kiss. She even went so far as to suck her girlfriend’s bottom lip into her mouth, nibbling at it gently before pulling back.

“Strawberry?”

“Correct!” Stevie crowed triumphantly, smiling as Robin held her arms over her head in victory. “And for your prize, Robbie, you’ve scored yourself–another kiss.”

“My favorite,” Robin replied, eyes sparkling like this wouldn’t probably be the millionth kiss they’d exchanged that morning. 

As she dived back in eagerly, their mouths meeting again, Stevie couldn’t help but smile into it.

Stevie loved kissing. She always had.

With Nancy, it had always been a little bit too much. The other girl had been the one to pull away first, every time, embarrassed with Stevie’s over-the-top displays of affection.

Robin, though, was totally different. They could kiss for hours without stopping, their only breaks in the moments they pulled back long enough to giggle or tease or exchange some silly inside joke of theirs. 

If she was being honest, Stevie found Robin’s lips irresistible, whether she was wearing the bright red lipstick she often sported at Scoops, or her mouth was bare and pink, leaning more and more into the butch aesthetic she had cultivated after high school. Stevie was always leaning in to steal kisses, press her mouth against the bow of Robin’s smile or pout or even her cute little frown. 

But Robin always met her, never shrugging Stevie away, just kissing her back like it was as easy as breathing, familiar and warm and second-nature.

It made something bright and content and loved glow in Stevie’s chest, each and every time. 

Only the sound of the bell at the front of the store ringing, announcing the arrival of a customer, could burst the insulated bubble they had created for themselves. 

When the sound suddenly chimed, Stevie and Robin immediately sprang apart. But, when they turned as one to see a familiar cap and flash of red hair among the group tromping into the store, they cozied up once more.

By the time the kids made it up to the counter, they were exchanging teasing kisses again, giggling in-between them with their foreheads pressed together.

“Hello?” Dustin called out, obnoxiously loud as he banged on the front desk’s bell. “Can I get a little help here?”

Stevie pulled slightly away, hands still on Robin’s cheeks as they exchanged an eyeroll.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here, don’t lose your shirt. What is it?”

“You guys are so cute together, it’s giving me a toothache,” Max complained, but the words were totally lacking in their usual bite.

And as Max ignored the boys animated yapping and disappeared into the shelves, Stevie caught the way she kept sneakily stealing glances at where Stevie had dropped her hand over Robin’s, interlacing their fingers together on the counter. 

The truth was, Stevie–well. She knew her kids, always had. It hadn’t taken long being back in Hawkins before she put two-and-two together, about the long, wistful looks Max kept shooting El’s way, whenever she thought the other girl wasn’t looking.

She knew Max prided herself on being worldly, people savvy…but Stevie was still pretty sure she hadn’t realized that El looked back at her the exact same way. 

“The plight of baby lesbians everywhere,” Robin had observed wryly when Stevie pointed it out to her later that afternoon, once the munchkins were long gone. “It’s a wonder, honestly, that we got it together as quickly as we did.”

Stevie cocked her head to one side, thinking it over. With a nod, she felt something within herself resolve. 

—

After that, she made a little bit of a show of it. Always holding Robin’s hand on the center console where the girls could see when she drove them over to the Wheeler’s basement for D&D nights. Peppering Robin’s cheek in doting kisses whenever the kids stumbled into Family Video for a rental. Generally upping her usual displays of public affection just a little more whenever Max or El was around. 

It wasn’t exactly like it was a hardship. Her girlfriend was hot, and she and Robin were already touchy as all hell when they were together. 

She just…you know. Made more of a point of it when the girls of the group were around to see.

—

It wasn’t until the Fourth of July barbecue that Robin finally called her on it. 

After the ‘earthquake,’ Stevie’s parents had all but abandoned their property in Hawkins. Before leaving for Purdue, she’d paid some local people out of the trust she’d gotten from her grandfather for upkeep. Which meant…she had an immaculately clean and available pool up for grabs by the time summer rolled around. Naturally, Stevie found herself playing hostess to the party and co. by the time Independence Day arrived.

She didn’t mind it. Having them–the kids, the older not-so-teens anymore, the parents in the know–all there, laughing and splashing and chasing each other through the grass. It went a long way towards exorcizing the haunted feeling that had crept over the place, in the aftermath of everything that happened with the Upside Down. 

When Robin settled down beside her at the shallow end of the pool, dipping her legs in, Stevie caught El glancing back in their direction, over Max’s shoulder where the girls had been twirling lazily around each other in the water. 

She held the hand Robin offered her a little tighter, curling close to press a kiss against her temple. And when El sent a shy, pleased smile her way, Stevie could only answer with one in return. 

“What was that for?” Robin asked.

“Cuz you’re cute,” Stevie said, utterly sincere, which made Robin snort and jostle her shoulder lightly, though she didn’t let go of her hand. “What, can’t a girl kiss her girlfriend just because she wants to?”

“She can, but I sense some ulterior motivation, Stephanie Harrington.”

Stevie shrugged, tucking a bit of hair behind Robin’s ear.

“I don’t know, just for…being you, I guess.”

“Something tells me this has way more to do with your little babysitter’s club sitting over there then you’re letting on,” Robin leaned over and gave Stevie a quick peck on the lips, “but, for the record? You’re kinda cute yourself.”

“Only kinda?”

“Yeah, you know, a little bit,” Robin held up her fingers and pinched them together to demonstrate, voice going silly.

Stevie giggled, and she was still giggling softly when Robin captured her lips with her own in a lingering, proper kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, she caught Robin’s blink of surprise, a light suddenly shining in her eyes. 

“Oh, shit. Well, will you look at that?” she jerked her chin towards the deep end of the pool. 

Stevie turned just in time to see it. Between one breath and the next, El and Max intertwined their fingers, going from playfully pressing their palms together–with all the plausible deniability that entailed–to properly holding hands. 

And the happiness she saw blooming across both their faces when they did–Stevie felt it, too, bursting like sunlight inside her own chest. 

“Guess our good influence paid off,” Robin said. Though the words could have been teasing, her voice sounded every bit as awed as Stevie felt. 

Leaning her head on Stevie’s shoulder, Robin pulled her hand up to her mouth and kissed the back of it.

“Face it, Stevie. We’re totally, like…a pair of lesbian moms at this point.”

Bubbly, pleasant warmth spread through Stevie at the thought. The truth was…that sounded pretty damn near perfect to her. 

So she pictured it, for a moment, a future–Robin hers forever, a chubby-legged baby toddling between them. 

And when she leaned in and kissed her girlfriend again, the taste of happiness as always on her lips…Stevie Harrington let herself hope.

[luvmyoui]

four - why?

previous masterlist next

gp!myoui mina x fem!reader

warnings: toxic relationship, cursing, infidelity, sexism, pregnancy, teacher x student thing (v brief), mentions of sex, tell me if there's anything else!

word count: 2,313

a/n: PLEASE tell me m if this is going too fast, i feel like it is but i need an opinion frm someone reading it, bcz i have a faint idea but i think im going too fast yk?

before mina’s birth, due to the ultrasound pictures, mina was thought to be a boy. unlike most intersex girls, there was nothing unusual about her anatomy. when mina was born, she was recognized as a male and grew up being treated as one. mina wasn't always as bad as she grew up to be, in fact it wasn't until she started spending more time with her grandparents that her view on others changed. 

mina’s grandparents were very old fashioned, they had strong beliefs and they tried their best to instill them in mina. due to the time spent with her grandparents mina eventually started acting the way they did and started to believe the same things as them. they believed that women were meant to stay home and take care of the children while her husband provided for her. their beliefs were passed down to mina who was the sole heir of the family, having had no cousins or siblings. 

7th grade, that's around the time where most hit puberty. the same was for mina, when she turned 12 she finally hit puberty, but it didn't go exactly as expected. 

“dad, my chest keeps getting fatter but i'm not fat, it’s like i'm growing boobs!” mina exclaimed to her father, she had never been more confused. what was going on?

the thought of mina being intersex had never crossed her fathers mind before the day this happened. It also could have been just the hormones from mina hitting puberty which was causing her to grow breast tissue. due to the fact that there could be 2 explanations to this mina’s father saw it best to have her tested. It may have just been her hormones, but just to be safe he decided to get her tested. 

when the results came back it was uncovered that mina indeed was intersex. this information came as a shock to everyone in the myoui family, especially mina. 

“does that mean my dick will fall off?! am i gonna become a girl?!” was what mina first said when she was told that she was indeed intersex and she was growing breasts. 

“listen kiddo, your penis isnt gonna fall off. and technically you are a girl, but that won't change anything. you're still you.” mina’s father replied, trying to comfort her. 

due to how many changes mina was going through because of her gender identity her parents decided to move to a new city to allow mina a fresh start. in mina’s new school she presented herself as a female saying that she didn't want to be trans and she would stick to the gender she looked like. 

mina had never experienced something like changing schools, she didn't know anyone there.  people had tried to bully her, tried to insult her. but it had always backfired, mina would never allow any disrespect towards her. especially from someone below her. mina often got into trouble, but her parents always bought their way out of it. 

mina always seemed to be stirring up trouble at school, her parents figured it was because she didn't have anything else to do. due to this thought they put her in boxing, she seemed to like starting fights so maybe boxing would work as an outlet for her anger instead of her classmates. when proposing the idea, mina was ecstatic, she could now learn new ways to beat up the kids in her school.

despite her hard and mean demeanor, mina fairly quickly rose to be the most popular in her school. It had always been like that, mina being the most popular and sought out student by others. being the most popular girl in her school and the prettiest, she had many admirers, majority of them being males. her many male suitors quickly diminished though, when she was caught in the boys locker room comparing sizes with the quarterback. 

ever since that day it was made known to everyone that mina had a dick, and a big one at that. 

mina’s popularity wasn't just among her peers, mina was also quite popular among the teachers. she always turned her work in on time and was constantly participating during class. not only was she an exceptional student, but the money her teachers were gifted during teacher appreciation week made them like her all the more. for this reason whenever mina would get into trouble with other students the teachers would often turn a blind eye or take mina’s side. along with being arguably the most favored student, there were many rumors that she was favored in other ways too. 

“hey mina, you know the new teacher, the hot one?” shawn asked, the quarterback of the football team and mina's best friend. 

“yeah, i have her for history, why?” 

“you’re always talking about how you can pull any girl in the school, so i dare you to fuck her and record it.” shawn said to mina and her eyes widened in shock, this was only their sophomore year. how early did he want her kicked out? 

“fuck, okay. by next month ill get you a video of that bitch sucking my dick.” mina responded, she would never turn down a dare, especially one that included fucking someone. 

and true to her word by the next month she had sent a video into the group chat with all her friends of the said teacher on her knees sucking minas cock. It made sense to them that the teacher would sleep with mina but to let her record it? everyone was baffled at how she did it. In response mina just said that the teacher obviously didn't know she was being recorded. the video for obvious reasons didn't make it out of the group chat but it did cause many unconfirmed rumors amongst the students. 

although mina was known for fucking around, and never taking anyone seriously, that all changed when she met y/n. y/n was different, her beauty was on another level. The moment mina laid eyes on y/n she knew she was done for. that was the moment her reputation changed from fuckboy to lovergirl. she pursued y/n for months before she was given a chance but even while pursuing y/n there was nothing more that mina would want to do. y/n was it for her, she knew she wanted forever with y/n. 

mina had never acted this way, she would skip out on parties to spend time chasing after y/n. she refused all advances from other girls saying she was taken, it might not have been official but the moment mina saw y/n she was taken. It wasn't like you were a nobody either, everyone knew the y/n l/n you were only second to mina in popularity. mina for some reason had never noticed you, too focused on her own life; she never knew of your existence until she saw you laughing with your friends at a party. 

dating someone like mina wasn't always the easiest thing, mina had this huge superiority complex. your relationship with her was always you compromising on things. she acted as if she owned you, you weren't allowed to have any male friends, but she was allowed to be friends with anyone. 

mina would never tell you, but she liked the power trip she got whenever she was with you. you were the perfect girlfriend, you never complained, and you always did what she said. mina never wanted to lose you, no matter how it seemed or how she treated you she knew that she’d never find someone like you. 

when you had first told her you were pregnant mina couldn't believe it, it was like a dream. she had always wanted kids, especially with you. You were her girl and you were gonna have her baby. she honestly had no bad intentions, she always loved kids, having a son was always something she wanted.

the day she was told you were pregnant she called her grandparents, they were in japan so she couldn't personally meet them but she wanted their advice. the one person mina respected the most was her grandfather, and now that she was going to have a kid she wanted his advice. her grandfather told her that she should treat her girlfriend exceptionally because she was carrying the next generation. he told her that having a son was the best gift she could be blessed with. 

with her new found advice and information mina tried her hardest to be an amazing girlfriend to y/n. she obviously wouldn’t lie and say she enjoyed staying up at night while y/n cried and vomited but she still loved y/n and her child on the way. sometimes she would question herself and why she was even doing all this, why she was missing out on sleep for this stupid reason. y/n could do this herself, why did she always insist on mina staying up with her. mina never voiced these thoughts but they stayed on her mind.

mina felt so accomplished when she found out that she had in fact gotten y/n pregnant, and not only that, y/n was also going to keep the baby. all of her friends were surprised when she told them and didn't believe that mina had in fact knocked up the y/n l/n. y/n was known for her reputation of being a virgin and never getting intimate with anyone, much less getting pregnant. 

when the baby was born and the gender was seen to be a girl, mina was incredibly disappointed. she knew that y/n could have another baby but mina knew y/n would never agree to it. she resented y/n, it wasn't the child's fault for being born the way she was, it was y/n’s fault. deep down mina knew that no one was to blame but she could help but need someone to blame. 

maybe that's what led her to seek comfort in the arms of another, y/n’s body wasn't as desirable as it used to be. you had gained weight due to the pregnancy and mina hated that, she would often make comments on your body and weight in hopes that you would change it. the change was taking too long and mina was getting tired of waiting. she had needs and if you couldn't fulfill them she would have to find others to. 

mina tried to tell herself that it was you who made her do this, it was you who forced her into doing this. she left the home when you were sleeping and left to go to a party, ‘this is y/n’s fault, it’s on y/n’ is what she’d repeat to herself. she found someone pretty in no time, and she dragged them up to one of the rooms not letting her lips leave their skin. 

as she fucked the other girl all she could think of was you, the way your eyes squinted as you laughed, the smell of you, the way you said her name. she couldn't do this. mina didn't realize it, but the tears were pouring out of her eyes and onto the back of the girl under her. she never hated herself more, she wanted to throw up. She hadn’t drank anything, but she felt sick to her stomach. she pulled out and pulled up her pants, the other girl was confused and as she went to ask mina what happened mina left. 

she went back to her shared apartment with you and showered, she needed to wash it off, she felt disgusted with herself. how could she have done this, she sat in under the shower crying to herself. she hated herself for what she had done, she never thought of herself as cruel but there was no other word to use for her actions other than cruel. 

her skin was all pruned up by the time she exited the shower, she laid behind you in bed crying quietly into your shoulder. feeling the wetness on your shoulder you slowly stirred awake and turned around to see mina crying. she refused to tell you what upset her but she kept repeating ‘i love you’ and ‘i'm sorry’. you had no idea why she was saying this but you just wrapped your hands around her as she buried her face in your neck. 

after that day mina changed, it was a confusing change, and it led you to believe that mina was now cheating on you. after that day mina started acting more distant. you didn't know what happened but you could smell perfume that wasn't yours on her clothes when you washed them. mina was confused, maybe if mina was a different person she would've found herself wrong and changed. but in the end mina was still mina and she kept the thought that you made her do it in her head. the cheating stopped, but the way she treated you stayed the same. 

the thought that mina was mistreating you never crossed her mind once, you were made to take care of children, to cook, and to clean. her telling you to do this was the bare minimum, in mina’s eyes she treated you amazingly. 

mina never treated you badly, she loved you so much and she would never mistreat a loved one. her wanting to become an idol shouldn't have been a surprise for you and you should have supported her. she was the victim in this situation. maybe she wasn't as present in her child's life as she should've been, but if that really bothered you then it was your fault for not saying anything. 

If mina really hadn't done anything wrong then why did she feel so empty as she boarded the plane to korea only accompanied by your words. 

a/n: lets ignore that mina never had a boy name and all the other things that don't make sense🤗🤗 also im sorry if this is bad i didn't know what to write😭😭

taglist: @moon-ellie @lisas-earlobe @cocojy @second-daughter-of-clexa @runassimp send an ask if you wanna be added to the taglist!

[resident-gay-bitch]

🏳️‍⚧️ Trans Tuesdays 🏳️‍⚧️

FtM Robin (platonic stobin + MtF Stevie + side steddie + Eddie being the definition of "guy")

It took a while to get here, but he’s here now, happy in his identity. 

Robin had no idea, for a long time, that he was a dude. It only took Stevie figuring it out about herself for things to click in place for Robin. 

Maybe it was like, destiny or some shit that they worked together that hopeless summer. Maybe they were just supposed to end up drugged out of their minds on that bathroom floor. They’re totally each other's soulmates, and now they’re even closer. 

It’s like they have shared experiences now, each living as both a dude and a chick. They just… got each other. Besides, it’s cool having a gender guru, guide you through your transition. Like, Stevie’s giving him tips on how to talk and walk like a dude, or at least how she used to in highschool, which seemed palatable enough in Hawkins. And Robin gets to teach Stevie stuff too, like the best remedies for periods (because she fucking gets those now, like, without the blood, which is wild), and how bra sizing works because that shit is actually confusing at first. 

It’s also awesome because they totally got to just swap half their wardrobes. Like, Robin had been meaning to get rid of a bunch of those dresses his mom got him for ages, and Stevie can just take them. And Robin got to raid Stevies wardrobe and feel totally euphoric trying on all her old clothes because not only did he look like a guy, he also smelt like one. 

Robin got to teach Stevie how to shave her legs properly, to get them all smooth and shit, and Stevie got to teach Robin how to get his hair sitting so fucking nice in a masculine way. Ferrah Fawcet is a lifesaver, actually. 

Everything about being trans has been awesome so far- like, apart from the fear of smalltown transphobia, but like, the feelings. It’s just been euphoria hit after euphoria hit once he finally opened up and expressed his feelings to Stevie. 

That was a really revealing conversation. And it’s been nice, getting to hide away with Stevie for a little while, figuring themselves out. 

Robin likes to bind, it looks good and feels good, but it’s kind of painful. Which is why living with Stevie feels so good, because he doesn’t have to bind around her to feel validated. He doesn’t feel the need to look or act a certain way around her to pass. 

Things changed when Eddie came over for the first time. 

It’s not like he could just say no when Stevie asked to have Eddie over. He knows they have a thing going on, and they haven’t seen eachother in two weeks, Stevies having withdrawals. It’s just… a new person. Robin hasn’t been a dude around anyone other than Stevie yet. 

He doesn’t want to be a girl again for the afternoon. 

He’s shocked when Eddie walks in, shooting finger guns at him and says, “Hey dude, nice haircut- jeez, it smells good in here, is that a cheese melt?” 

Robin ran a hand through his hair nervously, glancing over at Stevie, who just shrugged before walking over to say hi to Eddie. 

Eddie embraced her, tight, giving her a little kiss on the cheek that had her blushing before turning back to the cheese melt.

“My god, I fucking love cheese melts.” 

“You can have it.” Stevie offered. 

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, babe.” He muttered, stuffing his face full before moving to the fridge to make a replacement cheese melt, “I haven't eaten all day, and work was crazy busy today. Anyway, what are you nerds up to?”

“Just hanging out.” Stevie muttered. 

“Waiting around for me?” He grinned up at her, biting into his sandwich. 

Stevie rolled her eyes and shrugged, “We were… actually just fucking around a bit. Trying out some makeup on me… and… stuff.” 

“Oh, stuff huh?” He smirked, whacking the cheese sandwich on the press. 

“Yeah, stuff.” Stevie smiled, glancing over at Robin. 

Eddie looked over to him, “So….” He said, giving him a once over, “Is this like a lesbian phase thing, or are you a dude?” 

“Ed’s!” Stevie scolded. 

“You got a problem, Munson?” 

“Obviously not.” He scoffed, pointing a thumb over at Stevie before continuing to munch on his cheese melt, “I’m head over heels for her and you think I have a problem with transsexuals? Dude, my uncle was like, the first trans dude in Hawkins, I think.” 

“What?” Stevie and Robin both asked in sync. 

He shrugged, turning the sandwich press off before it burnt the bread, “Well, maybe not. But as far as he’s concerned, you know? Why do you think he doesn’t give a shit about me and Stevie- oh, I know how to draw beards on real good.”

“Why do you know that?” Stevie asked. 

“I wanted to look like an adult when I was ten so I could run away and get a job.” Eddie said so nonchalant, “My dad was a dick and said I couldn’t be gay and have a good future. Total arsehole. Look at me now, dad, bisexual and a full time drug dealer. Fuck. you.” 

Robin grinned, “Can you teach me the beard thing?” 

“Sure thing, man.” He smiled, cutting the fresh cheese melt up for Stevie and plating it for her, “So does this mean you’re like, straight now, or?” 

Robin froze, looking over to Stevie, who was also struck with a baffled expression as Eddie pottered around the kitchen, unbeknownst to their panic. 

“Fuck, I’m straight!” He shouted, and Stevie burst out laughing. 

Happy Spooky Month!!! sorry i didn't have anything spooky planned for this day, but this is still fun :)

[doom-gender]

Amy looked at the website with confused apprehension. "ApeFist.net" it was called, the design looking straight out of the early 2000s; a simple gif of a starry night sky repeated ad nauseum forms the whole of the background page. "I thought Geocities died?" she thought.

At the fore of the webpage there was a small box for text input with the words "Make your Wish" sitting above it.

At first Amy laughed at it. The link had been spammed by some raider on her favorite trans support discord; it was stupid to even click on it, but she was compelled to check what it was in hopes that it was some kind of NFT scam - she loved making fun of NFT bros and so did most of the server.

She didn't really believe in wishes either, certainly not those given out by a webpage less modern than Craigslist. However that does not mean she had nothing to wish for. Amy's transition was a lifesaver, but her personal results are much less than she was hoping for. She started at age 19 and now at age 24 she's worried that the bulk of her transition is over. Her tiny mosquito bite tits can barely fit an A cup and her hips are practically non-existant - this combined with a general lack of confidence keeps her from being very confidant in her personal style.

After a couple minutes of consideration, she shrugs her shoulders and types into the box.

> I wish I had the body of a thick goth girl with big boobs.

She hit enter and immediately felt silly, she basically just fell for an equivalent of chain mail.

That was before the burning started.

A fire erupted in Amy's chest as she keeled over into the fetal position. Her chest began inflating outwards, settling at two jiggly mounds that were about the size of basketballs. Her stomach grew outwards with a healthy layer of fat as her hips and ass ballooned, giving her that super thick hourglass figure. Her skin prickled as it slowly lightened to a near pale white, her hair itched as it turned into a stylish black bob, and her clothes melted into a simple all black outfit.

When the pain subsided, she took stock of her body; grabbing at her curves and pawing at her crotch to realize her little e-dick had even turned into a pussy. She looked back to the computer to see not the wishing website but... a webcam software? Why was that...

She immediately became drowsy, the late golden hours of the sun shining through the window as it fades ever closer to nightfall. She passes out onto the couch.

---

Amy awoke to the sound of... Moaning? She was sitting up now in what felt like a desk chair. When she opened her eyes she could see through the groggy glaze a computer screen with... herself on it. Her new, goth self at least.

She was squeezing her tits and moaning provacatively into the camera - Amy could see the name at the bottom of the stream: "bigtiddygothgf".

As she came more and more to her senses she expected to feel what her body was doing on the stream, but as she became more intune with her body she became aware of a different stimulation. A hand wrapped around her cock.

She looked down, the messy contents of the desk flashing by her view before it settles on her body. A hairy man's body with a much bigger cock than she'd ever had before. She wanted to freak out, to scream, but all she could let out was a loud grunt as her hand continued to mercilessly jack off her huge, hard, manly cock.

She saw the username next to the chat input textbox: "FatBalls88". 88? Was she a 35 year old man now? The thought died as the stroke of her hand passed the head of her cock once more, matched by the perfect bouncing of the goth girl's tits on the screen.

"Fuck... So hot..."

She didn't say that! Or... did he? She was slowly losing context for why she was here, memories of her life as Amy, her job, the struggles of her transition, the events just preceding these, all began to be replaced with "Adam". Adam is a 35 year old self proclaimed "deadbeat"; in truth he's not doing that bad, he's got a fine apartment, a good job, and he keeps in reasonable shape. What he does not have is a girlfriend, explaining his semi-excessive spending on cam girls.

Amy fought back against these thoughs. "I could use a beer, that would help." She thought before realizing that was more of Adam consuming her. Amy was being deleted from all sides and shlacked over with Adam as s-s-- he came ever closer to cumming.

*click*

"Oh! Thanks for another donation FB! You're my favorite viewer." the girl smooched out at the camera while jiggling her massive tits with her hands.

Adam exploded, his eyes rolled back into his head as white hot cum splattered the bottom of his desk. His chair creaks with strain as his limp body leans further and further backwards. The absolute destruction of whatever remained of Amy and the sudden influx of everything that was Adam left the man dazed for quite awhile only to gain awareness of a ticking sound from the stream.

A spinning wheel full of the names of everyone who donated this stream stuck in front of the visage of "bigtiddygothgf". Adam grunted primally, angry that he could no longer ogle the tits, until...

"Omg FB congrats! Y'know you're my best supporter I think you deserve it the most. DM me and we'll see where we can meet up!"

Adam shook off his lusthaze and remembered: the promise of this stream was that each $1 donated gave you a chance to meet up with the goth cam girl and fuck her live on her next show.

Knocking trash and old beer bottles to the floor he rushed to attention at his keyboard and slid into her dms to set a date.

"Finally," he thought "I'll have that body all for myself..."

[befemininenow]

Deconstructing the sissy in you (extra)

Let’s go back to the beginning of the tutorial. However, let’s amplify it a little more. You always had a thing for this thing called “feminization”, which involved forcing men into wearing feminine clothing or adopting feminine roles in an embarrassing manner. That kind of thing was your kink/fetish for a good while and imagined what would it be like if it happened for real. Little did you know it was a gateway to explore your sexuality.

You browse the web for TG captions and transformations as a way to spend some “me time”. All of a sudden, you see this post:

“Damn, she’s sexy!” you say out loud. You obviously want to be inside her body, but deep in your mind, you secretly want to be in her body. As in, you want to feel her soft skin, her boobs, her skirt, hair, you want to be her!

In no time, you start to see more pics like this:

Eventually, your feed begins to fill with captions like these...

...while some daring strangers fill your inbox with captions like these...

Soon enough, you start to get into female fashion, changed your way of words, became interested in men, and slowly incorporated your feminization in your public life. Those hypnos and captions have changed your thinking! It got to the point where you opened a Tumblr, started to make "sissy besties", and asked for tips on how to become more "feminine". It felt mutual, it felt exclusive, it felt like becoming a part of the Mean Girls!

But you wanted more. You wanted hypnosis that can destroy your "manhood". You wanted captions that affirmed your "sissy identity". You wanted hormones to grow boobs and ass. You wanted to become a woman at an instant!

But how? Desperately wanting to view more captions, you decide to find more of them on your search bar. You type "feminization captions" and the results are abundant! But as you scroll all the way down to a dead end, you find a picture of a sexy, blonde woman in red that catches your attention:

"OMG! She's so gorgeous! She's the type I want to become! I need to find out who she is!" Just as you click to the image, you're sent to a blog that you're somehow familiar and/or following. You try to find the image and as you keep on scrolling, you found it belongs to a certain blog: @befemininenow. ""Be feminine now?" This is it! This is what I need! Someone who can instantly change me into a feminine woman!"

But as you read the pinned post and the introduction greeting, you feel a little conflicted. You like feminization, but the blog doesn't cater to sissies. Yet, the captions feel so persuasive and alluring, you don't know where to start. You decide to go all the way back and finally found the one that seems the sexiest.

What was the caption that caught your attention?:

Of course the one with Lilly Roma and her tight, revealing, black suit! But instead of being a sissy caption, it's a caption that tells you to be a fellow sister! "Sister? Mmm... I... I like that. Better than sissy!"

You browse the blog and find more than enough caption to your taste:

Some were a dream, some were so sexual, some were unbelievable, and some... hit right at home.

Very few captions mention the word "sissy" and when they do, it's usually not as you expected it to be. That's because the blog is about embracing femininity instead of treating it as humiliating. You try to find if there are more blogs like hers and luckily for you, there's a bunch more...

Joanna's Journey, A Miss Inside, Every Alice, Gym Bunny Candie Hart, GGS-Trans-Inspo, and so much more!

It took a while for you to realize that some of those feminization blogs aren't like the rest, including sissy blogs like Sissypinkfashionfun. They may seem a bit unrealistic at times, maybe a little overboard with the "wipe masculinity" posts. But what you love about those blogs the most is that all of them have something in common: they are not ashamed of femininity, but rather embrace it as their own.

It all makes sense: as a kid, you wanted to be a ballerina:

Later on in life, you wanted to become a princess:

But now...

You just wish you can come out as your true self! Why be ashamed of being feminine? Why do you need to be punished for showing weakness? Why be subject to bullying for behaving a certain way? You don't really want to be a "sissy", but you want to be a girl. You love your feminine side.

But in order to move on from your "sissy phase", there is one step you would have to do:

That's right, girl! It means you have to come out. Whether you like it or not, it's the next step to your change. You can keep hiding in the closet, experiment with the "sissy lifestyle", and reblog feminization captions all you want. But as much as you hate to face reality, she is you. You're transgender. You're a woman inside, even if your current anatomy doesn't match it.

The latter sentence didn't discourage Mikaela Ville nor Angelick Poleth (girl in the next pic) from postponing transition. Look at them now. Don't you wish to want to be like them?

But to be sure of the change, to be sure of what you really want, how far will you go into your life change? Do you want just dress feminine, but still identify as a man? Maybe you identify as a different gender? Or do you want to go further and take hormones to turn into a woman?

Whatever you end up identifying as, know your identity and femininity are valid. Find your nearest gender support group, talk to doctors and therapists who can assist your gender change, and be very safe in today's environment. Remember, you are not a sissy, but a brave woman! Unlock the cages and let the lioness inside out!

(End of guides. Thank you for reading 'till the end!)

[of-worms-and-fibers]

Wrong Body

Shinya and Tsunagu get hit by a body swap quirk and Shinya HATES it Fluff, Angst with good ending, comfort, trans Shinya, ask Word count: 1100

„Shit, Edgeshot?!“

Jeanist cursed, looking for his husband on the battlefield; in one of the most annoying fights of his career. None of the villains were particularly dangerous, just a group of pranksters with annoying quirks that did nothing but pose semi-mild inconveniences. Hell, calling it a “battlefield” felt ridiculous, it was more like a circus. Some of the heroes were stuck quacking like ducks while others had been made to dance the macarena. It would have been almost funny if the group hadn’t been so active lately, bothering civilians greatly. 

“Jeanist, I’m here!” 

The other called out, and he hurried to where the voice had come from; finding Edge fully alright, albeit a little annoyed looking, among a small group of more heroes who had managed to avoid getting hit by any of the quirks so far.

Jeanist breathed deeply in relief, going to hug Edgeshot briefly; too slow as the rest of the group shouted a warning and jumped aside; a fuzzy shiver ran all over his body, and when he opened his eyes; he wasn’t sure what was wrong at first. He felt the same, didn’t dance or make strange noises. 

“Oh my god Tsunagu-“

Edgeshot exclaimed, and hearing his real name in a battle situation like this could only mean bad news.

“What is it?”

He asked, but immediately noticed what it was; his voice didn’t sound right. Now that he thought of it, his body didn’t feel right. Jeanist almost didn’t want to do it, but he slowly patted his body down, feeling his hips and chest to be far softer than they were supposed to be. In a panicked motion, he reached for his hair, relieved that at least that hadn’t changed. And so he returned his gaze to Edgeshot, who was clearly a lot less calm about it; screaming silently on the inside while uncomfortably tucking at his clothes, trying to cover up the silhouette of his body; a body Tsunagu had seen, years ago, before Shinya’s transition.

But there was nothing for now that could be done about it. Gang Orca sent them home, to see if the quirk would lift overnight and so the two could do nothing but obey his suggestion.

“Okay. We’re physically girls now. We have to stay calm. Why is my voice so annoying?!”

“Welcome to my life.”

Shinya replied bitterly, wrapping a blanket around himself. Clearly, he wasn’t happy with the situation and sensitive to everything about it. Tsunagu brought the dinner, sitting down by the other’s side: 

“You know it doesn’t change anything to me right? You’re no less of a man, even if this predicament is making you feel dysphoric again.”

He said, sitting a bit away from the other, knowing how uncomfortable he was right now. Shinya didn’t eat much at all, and it worried the blonde:

“We should still have your binders, right? I don’t think we got rid of them. I can look for

them, but you need to promise not to wear them to sleep again.”

Shinya merely nodded, and with a kiss on his forehead, Tsu disappeared into the basement. An hour passed, then two until he finally came back:

“Sorry, I got distracted by old clothes. Look at this dress I found!”

He said, showing off a pretty dress he used to wear a lot. It looked even better with his hopefully temporary, more feminine features and he felt gorgeous. Two binders were promptly dropped on Shinya’s lap:

“I sewed little ninja patches on.”

A small smile finally crept on the grey-haired one’s face, which was quickly replaced by tears and a hug; this wasn’t a new sight. But one neither of them had expected again. After hormones and surgeries and a lengthy social transition, they had thought it was over. But of course, life was cruel. It always was with the job they’d taken on, but this was beyond any of that. This wasn’t about getting hurt or dying. This was so much more personal, to both Shinya and himself.

It felt like a setback of years and years of progress and it… frankly, it hurt. Tsu knew that he wasn’t the one having any right to feel hurt, but he did, because he knew he couldn’t do anything but assure and reaffirm his husband. Husband, that’s what he’d always stay no matter what anyone could ever do or say.

“I don’t think I want to have…”

The ninja enthusiast started but Tsunagu just shook his head with a soft smile:

“I know, we don’t have to do anything tonight or until this is over. Don’t you worry about that at all. I’m sure it will be over soon.”

It wasn’t over soon. A week passed, then two, and the two of them were getting increasingly worried. Visiting Kugo a lot, and a quirk specialist who couldn’t tell them more than 

“It’s probably temporary.”

And probably wasn’t good enough. So the panic lasted for a whole month until one morning, the blonde was startled awake by a sudden scream from Shinya, who had come back early in the morning from a night shift:

“I’m normal again!”

With a quick pat down, the blonde assured himself of his own return to normalcy and breathed out in relief. He went to the bathroom, where the love of his life stood half undressed by the mirror.

“Oh thank god. I did like the hips though.”

“Your hips were the only good thing about this whole ordeal. Ugh, I thought I'd have to go through hormones and surgeries again I am not not showering for a week again!” 

Tsunagu laughed, finally able to cuddle Shinya again, after a whole month of needing to be careful about it to not make him uncomfortable:

“Haha no never again. Glad to see your smile again, I missed it.”

He said, brushing a strand of hair out of his face to cup his cheek; the gleam in his eyes was back. The confidence. The smile. The relief. It was all too wonderful to see. He was wonderful to see. Handsome and happy, how he was meant to be. 

“You’re the most beautiful man on this planet, do you know that Shinya?”

“Oh? Strange because I always thought you were.”

They laughed, deeply in love with each other. As they calmed down, only a small chuckle remained as the grey-haired man found his passion to joke again:

“Ryukyu is going to be so disappointed.”

“Oh yeah? She should be happy I’m even sharing you my little worm~”

With that, they continued getting ready for yet another day of hero work, as if nothing had happened, with a refreshed acceptance of whatever it may bring. Because at the end of the day, no matter what could happen, the most important thing was that they had each other.

[tubbishtobias]

I know I’m late to this.

But here’s what I have to say.

2020.

COVID hit. I was a young girl, who was recently going through realizations of sexuality, friends etc. my friends introduced me to the dream SMP. I thought it was a little silly, then simping over these people playing Minecraft. But then I got into it. Like, super into it. Realizing there was more than just funny clips, there was actual LORE. I was so invested. I would sculpt clay of them, loving making little references of things that I like.

Going back into school post covid, I was so cringe. I thought my style was cool, and y’know, I did kind of eat. But I was happy. So happy. The friends that introduced me to it no longer liked it. They were too cool for it and kind of ditched me.

I had this community, that took a video game and made it into this super awesome story while still maintaining humor.

And they were real. It wasn’t like getting into a show, I think that’s part of the reason that I liked it so much. These creators were real, they have feelings, and lives.

They inspired me. Inspired me to keep drawing, even though the only thing I could draw was them. I loved it. Art block was no more lol

This is going to sound silly, but the dream SMP definitely helped me figure out my sexuality. Seeing other people so freely open about it made me think.

I didnt like when all of the trolls came and I was bullied relentlessly because I liked watching some people play Minecraft.

They helped me inspire my passion for steaming. Where I couldn’t imagine myself doing anything else but that. It seems so fun, to have a community that likes watching you.

Yea, all of my friends thought I was weird crying when Technoblade killed Tubbo with a firework, but I LOVED the plot. The lore. I didn’t even know what lore meant, or plot armor, or canon. Haha, I would give anything to have them back.

Technoblade especially. I didn’t know much about him before the SMP. But he is a super big part of my life and my joy. His ability to make humor, but maintain a serious atmosphere. His jokes, his PVP, he seemed like such a cool dude. Me cheering when he said that his cancer had been 99.99% percent removed.

2022.

I was going to one of the most exciting things I have ever done. A new experience, I was gonna meet new people. I was obsessed with drawing, the SMP, and HB. I was excited to meet people like me. I knew that I was trans, I wasn’t necessarily out tho.

I woke up one morning to a text from my friend. She used to like the SMP, but not really anymore. We were still friends.

She asked if I heard the news. Technoblade died.

I thought that she was joking.

Until I got another text from my friend. She’s one of my closest friends who was never really into the SMP but she knew that I liked it so she asked me about it.

I opened YouTube. Watched the video, sobbing. There was no way. You watch these people online, never having met them, only seeing what they want you to see on screen. You never know what you have until it’s gone.

My mum watched it.

She said that it was nice to see behind the scenes, seeing his dad, knowing that he’s a person. Writing RIP Technoblade we love you Alex as I went to my new experience the next day. A part of me seemed to just be broken.

Haha I’m sure this seems cringe. But like, everybody has there passions. These people inspired me. They made me who I am today, I wouldn’t be writing this if it wasn’t for them. Cancer has affected so many people in my life. It’s hard, it is. Knowing I will never get to meet Alex sucks. I mean, haha I probably wouldn’t have anyway. But him really being gone.. I don’t know. I know, people say, “he’s not really gone,” but it’s still different. He put on this attitude of wanting to power through it, making jokes. God, I miss him. I never met him, he doesn’t know me. But still, he made an impact on so many people. I know, this story has probably happened to so many people. But it feels good to tell it.

I know I’m not a super popular content creator. I May never be. But it’s nice to do this. It’s what I love to do, maybe I’ll have an impact some day.

Thank you Technoblade.

Im going to draw something for Technoblade 25, hopefully I’ll post it in a couple of days.

[dantegreaves00]

Hell-A Love story part three

Dead Island 2 x FtM Reader

Five years before the zombie outbreak that turned LA into Hell-A, Y/N left his sisters place after an argument with her husband. Now he's back, why even he doesn't know. His sister has new friends who are immune to the virus, and her ex Sam B is back on the scene. After being hurt by LA and Hollywood before can Y/N find a home with his sister again and possibly a lover?

A huge thank you to my good friend @brunos-wife360 for helping me out with this and for allowing me to take inspiration from her Slayer x Reader fics.

Also, Ijust wanted to say

Hello readers, this is my first ever series here on Tumbler, so I'm a little nervous about posting.

I decided to give writing a go as there's not a lot of Dead Island 2 fics on here, let alone FtM reader fics.

As long as you don't fetishise FtM trans people, then I don't care if you are cis (female or male) or if you identify as female. You can read my work as long as you know that 1 am FtM and I write for FtM readers.

Also this chapter contains the following

The T word

And the name us brits call cigarettes

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"Oh I didn't mean to interrupt but Emma is looking for you Michael" Amy said as she shut the door behind her.

"Ok, if you need me Y/N, just yell" Michael said as he got up to go. He hugged me once again before leaving the game room.

"So, you're Emma's brother?" Amy asked as she took a seat next to me.

"Yeah, I'm her younger brother you must be Amy then?"

"Yeah that's me, I overheard you and Emma fighting earlier"

"Yeah and not to sound rude but I don't want to talk about it, I just want to forget everything right now" I said not even bothering to look in Amy's direction.

I felt bad for talking to her that way but I've learnt over the years to never let people close. All they do in the end is hurt me so it's better to keep them at a distance .

"Fuck I need a drink" came a voice as the game room doors open again.

"Oh hey Jacob" Amy said leaving me alone to wallow in self pity.

After a while Amy decided to leave, so it was just me and Jacob left in the game room.

"So you mentioned that you used to do your own stunts?" Jacob asked as he sat next to me with a bottle of wine.

"Yeah, when me and Emma did movies together she had a stunt double, they couldn't find one for me so I ended up doing my own" I said taking the drink he offered me.

"Impressive, I was a stunt man before this so do you have a favourite stunt?" He said taking a sip of his drink.

I took a sip as well before turning to face him "I once had to climb a drain pipe using my belt, that was fun, what about you?"

"I had to jump into a lake once and do some underwater stuff" Jacob replied.

"Cool"

"So, what's wrong?" He asked, a genuine look of concern on his face.

"Me and Emma had a fight" I told him.

"About?"

"Why I left"

"Why did you leave?"

"It's a long story"

"I've got nowhere else to be darling"

"Fine but don't go yapping to the others"

••Flashback••

(Five years ago)

I was sitting on the couch, eating my breakfast that Andrea had made for me. Emma was busy reading the script for her new movie.

Robert had left early to meet with his manager, so it was just the two of us which was nice, it felt like old times.

"Hey Y/N, I was thinking later we could go shopping, maybe get a new rug for living room" Emma said as she sat down next to me.

Suddenly the door swung open and in stomped Robert. The noise of the door violently hitting the wall next to it and Robert’s footsteps was enough to make me jump, making me drop my fork into my food that was sitting on my plate in my lap.

“YOU” he snarled at me with a stare that could kill

I looked at him “What?” I asked confused

"You fucking waste of space, I want you gone"

"Now hold on a minute, what's gotten into you?" Emma asked him as he continued to stomp around.

"That thing has been living in my house rent free for years now, it has to go"

"Oh don't be so ridiculous, non of us pay rent Robert, and besides Y/N and I brought this house years before we got married"

"Oh don't worry sister, if his majesty wants me gone then I'm going" I said as I started to walk towards my bedroom to pack.

"Good, I don't want to live with a trannie fag anyway" Robert said as I walked out of the house.

••End of Flashback••

Jacob looked at me in shock for a moment before pulling me into a hug.

We didn't speak for a while, the hug we shared was enough to convey how we were feeling.

"Shit love, I'm sorry you had to experience that" Jacob said as he pulled away from me to pour us both another drink.

"It's ok, after leaving here I stayed with Michael and then left for New York"

"What did you do in New York?"

"Well after filming Dirty Angel I got really into drag so when I moved to New York I started working in a gay club as a Drag Queen"

••Timeskip••

After a few hours of talking with Jacob about my time in New York and his time being a stock broker, we headed back upstairs to the living room, where Andrea was waiting for us with dinner.

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[matashaw]

El Matashaw

≫I mean, my tumblr is literally called Matashaw, of course I’m gonna have Matashaw headcanons! This post is dedicated to the best person I’ve ever met in the fandom, @vampirateee !! I hope you enjoy them a lot, I love you!!

(Tw for slight nsfw)

General headcanons:

El Matador

trans fem, pansexual, she/her pronouns

Spanish, born in the capital

hyper sexual, but doesn’t accept it because “everyone’s a bit horny sometimes” (she’s horny 24/7)

npd and bdp because, do I have to explain??

crazy bitch with multiple disorders but I love her

loves tight shirts and flare/wide pants (and short skirts but that’s on special occasions), her closet literally has any piece you can think of!

rudest person EVER, doesn’t think before talking, and is not willing to. Apologizing? What’s that?

proudest Spaniard you will ever meet

really silky, soft, long black hair, every time she’s stressed she just caresses it

North Shaw

trans masc, bisexual, he/they pronouns

Both of his parents are Argentinian but he was born in Australia

Has freckles literally everywhere, doesn’t really like them

biggest The Smiths and The Cure fan, some people might call him basic because his favorite song is “Boys don’t cry”. He once listened to it all night and his neighbors called the police on him

HES SO DUMB HE CANT TAKE INDIRECTS FOR HIS LIFE OH MY GOD

stupid ass jock (I’m so mad about the fact they made him smarter in the earlier seasons)

a sucker for love, spent his teenage years hugging his pillow while crying

found out he was into men thanks to an “am I gay” quiz he did as a joke with his friends, he got the highest score out of them and stayed awake the whole night thinking about it

his dancing skills are horrible, but has so much fun in discos, he be hitting the most hideous moves with Blok, but hey, he’s happy!

Ship headcanons:

“North is the smart one and El Matador is the stupid one!” INCORRECT LOUD BUZZER, WRONG. THEY ARE BOTH STUPID AS FUCK

used to shower together but they stopped since North kept peeing on his very dear gf☺️

their first date was to the beach, they both got drunk and decided to go run naked and terrorize seagulls (they later had to run away because the seagulls came for them)

North is sometimes quite insecure about his body, and el matador literally does not help.

——north looking at himself in the mirror clearly feeling insecure

——“babe don’t look at yourself like that your ass is so fat and juicy don’t worry”

all their disagreements get solved with a “I’m at Wendy’s do you want something”

North once presented El to his parents, let’s just say they had to go to couple therapy after that! (Thanks Nel for the hc)

admire each other a lot, but will not say it

when sleeping together North keeps getting in El’s side of the bed. (She pushes him out by literally kicking him) (and he somehow doesn’t wake up)

oh yeah I forgot, NORTH SNORES SO LOUDLY.

El Matador once tried to cover his mouth with water to stop the snoring but he began to choke (and he still somehow didn’t wake up)

when bored El asks North to carry her around the house

North canonically doesn’t shower a lot so his very dear gf (☺️) created a twitter account called “North’s days without showering count” in which she posts things like “day nine without north showering. He smells like hell and says going into the ocean counts as showering.” (account which went pretty viral)

when making out North usually grabs her by her waist

they are so dumb some of their conversations are like this

——“dude I was looking for my phone with my phones flashlight 😂😭”

——“oh my god 😂😭 where was it?”

North once got cancelled for punching a cameraman recording them getting out of a restaurant

they can be in the most serious talk of their life’s with the team and El would star rubbing north’s thight and then looking at him like “you know you want this” (once got caught and coach went on an one hour rant with the boys about why it was wrong)

For North’s birthday El gave him multiple photos of herself and made one of those rose petals path with candles to the room

The most romantic North has even done is letting El eat the last fry

North brushes El’s hair when he’s nervous

every time any of them have a hard day they just curl up on the bed hugging each other while the other one cries (but when asked they both deny it because what the fuck that’s so embarrassing)

talk shit together

——“I CANT believe they put Liquido number one in the best hair of the super league category, HAVE YOU SEEN THAT?”

——“OH MY GOD I KNOW RIGHT IT LOOKS HORRENDOUS WHO EVEN FUCKED HIM UP THAT BADLY”

literally kissed in front of everyone after winning the super league but hey… Those are just rumors, alright??

El matador paints North’s nails but he usually ends up eating the nail polish when dry (again thanks Nel for the hc!!)

every time El sees North talk to someone she immediately comes and enters the conversation as she hugs North (jealous cunt)

Both confessed their love to each other when drunk at a super league event

North has an horrible photo of El sleeping as his phone wallpaper

They both sleep naked

NSFW headcanons:

both absolutely love riding each other

There isn’t a pose they haven’t tried out yet

They both have so much hickeys, and when people ask them why do they both CASUALLY have hickeys they’ll just say “yeah I think the mosquitos empire only comes for our necks… and torsos… and waists… and chests….”

THEY ARE SO LOUD OH MY GOD

once had sex in the beach, they’ve never had more fun (north’s idea)

If you wonder, the glasses ARE STAYING.

once had an argument because North came on her face and stained her glasses so she got mad at him, then North said that she should take the glasses off and oh my god north how could u say that to me learn to control your cum it’s not that hard

El once called North at 3am because she was feeling so horny and dirty talked until the sunrise (me and who..)

blowjobs >>>

they like it rough!!

absolutely despise three-ways. Once tried it out and couldn’t even finish

hair pulling at its finest!!

[obvious-captain-rogers]

Preview for more trans Jamie

I've been working on a series of fics for trans Jamie (here) and this is a rewrite of the s3 finale and I'm OBSESSED with these two and their miscommunications!!!

“I-” Roy started and then stopped, a small furrow forming between his brows as he picked his words carefully. “I saw you earlier. With Keeley.” Jamie felt himself freeze a little before he turned his head to look at Roy properly. “And it made me- made me think. About us.”

Jamie’s stomach sank and suddenly the beer felt like lead in the pit of his stomach. He swallowed thickly around the sip he’d had in his mouth when Roy had been talking “Oh, yeah?” Maybe he could blame the airless way his voice came out on the fact that he’d just swallowed.

“Yeah,” Roy said and his eyes were down on the bar.

Jamie felt a spike of panic and he was sure his eyes had gone a little glassy with it. He was certainly having trouble focusing. “Right, erm, okay,” Jamie said and he shifted so that he and Roy weren’t pressed up against each other anymore.

“I know you’ve got a lot of feelings for Keeley-” Roy started and Jamie couldn’t take it. He didn’t want to have this conversation. Not ever, but especially not right before the match against West Ham.

“No,” Jamie said faintly and he stood up abruptly.

“The fuck do you mean, no?” Roy asked and there was tension there. An undercurrent of frustration that could easily turn into anger.

“Yeah, ‘ve got feelin’s for Keeley, but that were before.” Jamie shook his head. “And if you’re gonna dump me for ‘er, can you not fuckin’ do it right now? I mean- if you love ‘er that much then I guess go be wit’ her but did you really hafta do this right before the fuckin’ match?” Jamie asked a touch hysterically, his head spinning with a bad mix of the pounding of his heart and the alcohol that he had absolutely no tolerance for anymore.

Roy reeled back like Jamie had hit him. “What the fuck are you on about?” Roy asked, confusion etched into every minute line of his face. “I’m not breaking up with you, Jamie.”

Jamie opened his mouth to plead off again but then he heard what Roy was actually trying to say. “Then-” Jamie’s voice faltered. “Then why’re we talkin’ abou’ Keeley if you’re not gonna break up wit’ me?”