#i was wearing a skirt and not my binder

[demonic-silver-and-gold]

I. I’m feeling so euphoric. Someone called me sir at work in my feminine clothes I-

[okcoolthanks]

Guess who stepped on their glasses this morning and now they’re all twisted weird and they’re NOT STAYING ON THEIR FACE. IN THIS HYPOTHETICAL SITUATION

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

i got a long skirt for christmas and wore it for the first time recently and it's incredibly swishy and even if i keep treading on it when i go upstairs/walk around without my boots (or not on my tiptoes which i did do a lot) it's so worth it. it's soooo swishy and fun. i can Spin Around. this is so gender

[autistpride]

When you want to wear this dress...

Omg yes this dress please let me tell you about how gorgeous it is!

It's sage with a plunging cross over v neckline, hemline comes to just below the knee, *TWIRLS* and it has pockets. It is so cottage core meets like PILF vibes...

But to wear it you have to wear a bra and not a binder for the first time in nearly two years.

I feel so pretty but so fucking awkward right now.

[vampirebiter]

design 2.0 of my planned outfit for the ooof concert <3

[aroace-poly-show]

hmmmmmmmmmm

[sapienthouse]

pt: Trans men, transmasc folks, & anyone else to whom this applies

I’m curious how many people wear a binder &/or wear a packer. Always = daily or almost daily, often = around half the time, & never = not at all or almost never. Pick whichever option is closest to your experiences. Do you bind? Do you pack?

If you have had top &/or bottom surgery choose the option that reflects what you did before surgery. People with a more complex experience of gender (genderfluid, multigender, butch, etc.) that affects their desire to bind or pack feel free to elaborate on that in the tags.

Reblogs to boost sample size are appreciated!

Trans men, transmasc folks, & anyone else to whom this applies

I’m curious how many people wear a binder &/or wear a packer. Always = daily or almost daily, often = around half the time, & never = not at all or almost never. Pick whichever option is closest to your experiences.

If you have had top &/or bottom surgery choose the option that reflects what you did before surgery. People with a more complex experience of gender (genderfluid, multigender, butch, etc.) that affects their desire to bind or pack feel free to elaborate on that in the tags.

Reblogs to boost sample size are appreciated!

[honeytonedhottie]

doll hand-book⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

how to feel prettier, some visual interest tips, a beauty handbook and how to glow up without doing something big/extra, little habits and things that u can incorporate into ur life to make u glow up without even thinking about it ✨ (constantly being updated)

double cleansing every morning and night for clean and sparkling skin

BODY GLITTER

exfoliate ur skin weekly (2-3x) 

incorporate pretty words into ur vocabulary 

drinking enough water everyday to be healthy and beautiful 

sweet smelling body butters and body oils to moisturize 

posture is important so sit straight and stand straight 

wear sunscreen on your face and body everyday bcuz spf is important

jewelry to decorate ur body 

carrying lipglosses and hand lotions and perfumes in ur bag for touch ups throughout the day 

meditate, say ur affirmations and journal for a pretty mind 

for journaling, buy a cute journal and journal with scented glitter pens and stickers 

for visual interest 

glitter is very feminine, in makeup, clothing, nails, and on collarbones. when i wear glitter on my skin i feel like a fairy ✨

jewelry makes u glitter (nose studs, stacked necklaces and stacked earrings, rings, belly piercings, and nail gems) 

know what ur undertone is, since i have a warm undertone (gold>silver) 

LONG is the way to go (long nails, lashes, hair, flowy dresses and tops and skirts) 

for the sleek and shiny look (shiny and silky hair, glossy skin and lips) 

glowing up subconsciously

prioritize sleep (sleep 8-10 hours a night)

drink at least 1L of water a day

eat a fruit or veggie with every meal to glow from the inside out

use coconut oil/castor oil on ur lashes and brows every night

facial massage everyday and practice mewing

move your body in a way that feels natural (for example, i go to a school where we have to walk a lot bcuz the campus is big so subconsciously i do LOTS of walking without even thinking of it)

if ur wearing ur hair up/in a protective style, use a hair mask

to look polished and put together

chapped lips are unacceptable, use an overnight lip mask and a hydrating chapstick throughout the day. if u notice ur lips just peeling in general, use an exfoliating scrub/brush ur lips with a toothbrush.

neat hair = a polished look

keep ur nails trimmed, filed, and polished and if u wanna do a little extra get them manicured

address skin concerns so that then you can get glossy skin

make sure all ur metals match and color coordinate

keep it simple

details make a difference

shape ur brows

whiten ur teeth + maintain good oral health

color coordinate

fixing posture

HELPFUL RESOURCES

how to smell dreamy - @flirtygirl-coterie

feminine archetypes - @prissygrlsorority

beauty binder - @prissygrlsorority

maintaining a clean and fresh appearance - by yours truly

makeup tutorial in pics - by yours truly

"your glowing" - by yours truly

general hygiene secrets and tricks - by yours truly

[catboyfurina]

I think the reason my clothes are all Bad Bad Bad Bad today and the sounds are all Bad Bad Bad Bad is that four hours of sleep. I was like why do I feel like I'm in highschool again >:( but I think it's the not enough sleep

[lildoodlecat]

It's time to take my gnc shit in a new direction (skirts)

[archangeldyke-all]

Do you think there’s any outfit/type of clothing reader could wear that would cause Sevika to be like “that’s it bend over I’m railing you” and vice versa ?

Thank you, and I hope you’re having a great day/night

oh there are definitely a few things lol

men and minors dni

best way to get sevika's attention is to wear some of her clothes. it doesn't matter if you're not her size, it doesn't matter if her shirt hangs on you like a dress, or if it barely buttons around you-- hell, you could just wear her wrist cuff-- sevika's going fucking feral for you.

i think she loves pantyhose or stockings, even if you wear 'em on your arms or something. she loves the runs that appear over time, and there's nothing she likes more than ripping a cheap pair of fishnets open to get to you. hehehe.

skirts of any kind are appreciated-- she likes the easy access to you.

but she also loves when you wear pants with rips in the fabric, so she can gently rub her fingertips over the patches of your skin.

if you have to dress up any kind of way for your job-- if you have a uniform or if you have to wear formal clothes-- sevika's obsessed with it. she thinks you're so hot when you've got your game face on, sometimes she sneaks into your job just to watch you do your thing.

these next few are for my butch girls: if you wear your pants low so she can SEE your boxers' waistband?? you need to be careful, because sevika is ready to pounce at any opportunity.

if you walk around the house in a sports bra or binder or boob tape, sevika's not gonna be able to focus on anything other than your back. and shoulders. and arms. and stomach...

and if you push your long sleeves up around your forearms, sevika's licking her lips and imagining her arousal dripping slowly down your wrist...

whoops! that got horny quick ald;sfhasl;dhf

taglist!

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@kissyslut @chuucanchuucan @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther

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[st-dionysus]

(The Poem is named) Emetophobia CW

It’s 2024 and I’m in a 20 year old drag bar, watching the very first trans-masculine performer to compete on their stage, he gets second place even though he deserved first.

I show up to the men’s bathhouse on trans night to get free entry and get turned away at the door, and told it’s for transgirls only, bitch you could have put it on the flyer that transmen need not apply.

I’m doing a line of ketamine off the table, calling it stealing transfem valor.

I get banned from the camsite for listing myself as transgender when I don’t have a dick, I complain online and get told that the trans-masculine body is to grotesque to be fetishized and I should be grateful.

I wear a packer and hitch up a skirt, walk the street, get $20, calling it stealing transfem valor.

Cissie puts a TW #body-mutilation tag under my thirst trap. Tranny puts a TW #dysphoria tag under my thirst trap.

T-girl with a callout post pedojackets me, Enby with TME in bio pedojackets me, T-boy with a self-deprecating joke about men in his bio pedojackets me.

I do another line of ketamine off the table, calling it stealing transfem valor.

I am at the woman’s clinic, I am at the woman’s clinic, I am at the woman’s clinic wearing a mask – not cause I’m compromised (I am), just to hide my beard – avoiding making everyone uncomfortable.

I am getting re-diagnosed with BPD, which just means I have bitch disorder and no one trusts me.

I take my pills and throw them up. I drink my liquor before the beer and throw them up.

I am just 14 when the picture and videos go up. Remind me that I have it easy, they were only pictures and videos.

I am just 17 when the recording of my proof stops before it happens, my phone memory is full, I’m called a liar and now I can’t see buttered crackers, thanksgiving, or sriracha sauce without wanting to kill myself.

No one gets me therapy, but they still want to convert me, she puts her hands down my pants, at least I’m 19, to remind me I’m a woman – tell me how they love trans men again.

I do a third line of ketamine off the table, realize it doesn’t effect me, calling it stealing transfem valor.

I call myself a dog, I start biting my lovers and I have to hold back from ripping out a chunk of flesh, I don’t think I’d throw it up.

I am reading the statistics, 40% of BPD patients try and kill themselves. 1 in 2 transgender men try and kill themselves. I’m one of them. I’m 12 and I swallowed all the pills. I’m 14 and the gun is empty. I’m 17 and I put the box-opener against my throat. Therapist calls me a liar, there is no scar, and my words don’t count for anything.

I’m using he/him pronouns for Stormé DeLarverie, like the stonewall veteran association said to, and telling you he started the riot, calling it stealing transfem valor from a woman who told you she didn’t fucking do it.

I’m shoving my fingers down my throat in a fit of mania, convinced I can vomit up my uterus. She tells me I should be grateful, she’d do anything to be able to get pregnant.

My brother in the struggle gets bottom surgery without top, calling it stealing transfem valor to feel comfortable in his body.

It’s 2024 and I’m at trans pride, the announcers tells everyone to give a round of applause for trans woman, a round of applause for gender-queers, a round of applause for transfems, a round of applause for the enbies, a round of applause for trans-masculine people. You forgot someone. Did you know a trans man started the first ever transgender pride parade?

A book on queer history talks about gay men and lesbians and trans women and the women who dressed as men for better job opportunities. I’m reminded that my invisibility is a privilege, if you aren’t seen you don’t get bashed.

I’m 13 and they throw me in the girls bathroom, pin me down, beat me, and in black sharpie write “dyke”, write “tranny”, write “lesbo”, and pull my hair out the cap I shoved it in.

I’m 19 with D cups that a binder can’t hide and a beard I refuse to shave less I break the mirror and kill myself with the shards of glass I would swallow.

Man at the bus stop calls me tranny and tells me I’ll never be a woman. I’d laugh if he didn’t have his hand on my throat. Calling it stealing transfem valor.

I’m 21 and have to pull a taser on him, cause from the back, even with short hair and top surgery, I look rape-able.

I’m 23 and in the gay district when they chase me down the street, calling me faggot.

Make another forcemasc post, calling it stealing transfem valor.

Read an article about a trans man prostitute that kills himself and ends up another female statistic.

Read an article about a trans man shooter, they blame the HRT he didn’t have access too.

Going to read a callout about me, five pages on Google Docs, does this post make it on the list?

Do a final line of ketamine, write the final line of a poem that makes me want to die, calling it stealing transfem valor.

I puke and miss the toilet.

[gemsbian]

adding onto this: i see people headcannon Amethio as a trans man and that's cool awesome

personally? i believe this guy is genderfluid. i whole heartedly believe Amethio switches genders on the daily but probably plays "cishet guy" role at work

one day he's going to show up to battle Friede in a dress and he won't tolerate any bullshit from him

my vision for if amethio had an instragram account

[yanderenightmare]

Mahito

TW: idk, threatening atmosphere ig

fem reader

Thinking about being a psychologist assigned a certain crazed serial killing cannibal… 

The walls seemed too white. Loud. So impersonal, it became personal. Cold and eerie, as if it wanted to make everyone inside feel unwelcome.

Your palms were embarrassingly sweaty, causing you to wipe them down your skirt, also in an attempt to straighten it out, where the approaching footsteps on the other side of the door only helped make your heart beat faster.

You swallowed your anxiety when you heard the latch open and tried to wipe your face free of fear, knowing how such fragility would not survive here. You almost felt nauseous, but then the patient came in, and, unlike you, he looked completely normal – happy even.

"Good morning." You reported routinely, and just as routinely, he chose not to answer and instead stared at you where you sat on the other side of the table, as ready as ever. 

It had become a ritual shared between the two of you. Intimate.

You, who made yourself comfortable before he was let in – folder and notepad and two ballpoint pens in two different colors, one red and one blue, placed in front of you on the table – just far enough away that he couldn't reach them.

And he, who’s comfortable either way – dressed in his given uniform and slippers as he stepped across the cold floor slowly before dropping into the chair in front of you.

You wear jewelry, and suppose he does so as well.

He looked your body up then down – analyzing what he saw with an unimpressed face – taking in your straight posture where you sat like a doll placed in a glass display with your knees together and your hands folded neatly atop your lap. 

He seemed disappointed when roaming your outfit – a childish pout on his lips. A secular pencil skirt, tight but modest nonetheless, reaching below the knees – only showing calves and ankles. A demure blouse – no sheer fabric, no bright color, no cleavage – just dull pink-beige that reached up below a set of pretty collarbones and a neckline donned a simple pearl necklace. 

If you wore makeup, it couldn't have been much – but your lips had a certain shine to them, not much color other than natural, but glossy in a way that made them look… tasty.

You were pretty, but pretty in a very ordinary way – pretty in such a way that wasn't enough to answer the question of whether you were trying or not. And he thought that was fun. 

You looked boring, but you weren’t boring because you were anything but obvious.

You smiled nicely, pretending that he didn't make you nervous – and that, in turn, made him smile, but not for the reasons you would have liked. He thought you were a little weird for wanting him to get comfortable with you when you were so clearly nowhere near comfortable yourself.

"How are you today?" You asked as if in a normal conversation when your previous ask didn’t earn any response.

He considers playing along for a few seconds but eventually feels he has done so too many times before – that now it would only achieve something boring.

He nudges the inside of his cheek with his tongue and scrapes it against his teeth before finally answering. "Have you ever seen someone go through withdrawal?"

If this had been your first time with him, you would have reacted differently, but you have since learned that he’s happy to force what he feels like telling, regardless of your attempts to turn the conversation onto other topics. So, instead of asking why he's asking what he's asking, you answer honestly and let him continue.

"No. I can't say that I have."

"Then you're in for a treat.” He says and begins the game, quickly noting with a keen twinkle in his eye the way your smile tightens before he continues. "You might think I look like shit now, but you should’a seen my skin then – all ash and gray like a rotten fish. Should have some pictures of that in your binder – I looked as good as dead.” He joked with a smile. "And yet, I was still alive… ‘cause I kept kicking and flopping around. And it was cold – freezing – so cold that my teeth gnashed without having anything to bite into. And even though I’ve never been one to cry, I cried then, like a newborn fresh outta the womb." He confessed with even more of a chuckle in his voice.

The smile only grew sharper when he saw you open the notebook – his eyes twitching a little at the sound of the ballpoint clicking under your thumb as he watched you approach the sheet with red ink.

"Oh- and sweat," He continued, "My God, how you sweat." Grinning as the adrenaline of excitement sharpened the red in his corneas – crazed two-toned eyes bulging as he watched you scribble. “You may think you know sweat, but you don't – you don't know the stench of it.”

He shook his head along with the words, happy to have engaged you in his little game. You were so cute, sitting there opposite him as if the two of you were on a date and he was telling you some fun story from his past.

"And I shook! Like I was crazy – like I had demons on the inside that wanted out!"

You gasped as he brought his large fist down hard on the table with a blow that shook the remaining blue pen as if it jumped in fear and cowered to comfort itself the same as you.

“And then they came out. ‘Cause I puked ‘em out!”

His eyes were impossibly dark, though they remained the same as always. Full of something… something you just couldn't understand. Along with a crack of a smile that was anything but healthy.

"For several hours, I vomited until my soul was left in the toilet bowl… That is… the times I was lucky to even make it to the bathroom in time..."

His words earned a grimace from you, sitting with a lump in your throat, clutching the pen that had now gone silent in your still grip.

"And that smell doesn't go away…" He continued, calmer now. “It sits and sinks into the floors... Remains to remind you of what you are – mocks you, pokes fun, laughs as it predicts the future…”

His eyes gave yours the same feeling as being threatened with a knife, the way he looked down at you while you stared up at him – your eyes wide in prayer before you couldn't hold back any longer and had to look away.

"Because you know..." The voice was even quieter now but still with a reprehensible darkness that required goosebumps. "No matter what promises you make to yourself, you will always break them the moment the hunger strikes again... That's just human nature." He concluded, letting the silence work for himself.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and met his gaze again, trying your best to appear unflappable even though you’d already let the mask slip a couple of thousand times already.

"What made you think of that?" You asked then, clicking your pen – that way you do when the silence creeps worse than his words.

“This room.” He answered. “It's like withdrawal.”

"It doesn't say anywhere in your file that you’re a drug addict?"

"The whole reason I'm sitting in here is 'cause I’m an addict." He snarled, and you almost lost the pen with how you flinched.

There was another pause, and his face softened again into something else.

"But you're right. I've never done drugs." He smiled with his head cocked a little to the side as he looked at you with that fixed unpleasant look. "But I was convincing, wasn't I?"

You clicked your pen again and wrote another thing down in the notepad.

"Psh-" He scoffed. Something in his voice had changed, twisted into something similarly accusatory to yours. "You're just like me."

You stopped writing. Your whole body had been taken by instinct at his disturbing statement – brows furrowed as you fought the urge to gnaw at your bottom lip.

"How so?"

Your heart was pounding to the point where you could hardly feel anything but the bleeding pulsing in your ears – pumping in your fingertips – rocking the ribs in your chest.

A silent toothless smile crept up his face anew from where it had been playing at the corner of his mouth as he watched you cling to the red pen as some sort of weapon you could use if he chose to throw himself across the table.

He laughed at the thought but stopped short upon his next utterance. "You’re also an addict."

You had such a very pitifully confused expression. He took a second to admire it with a smile that only grew sharper, to a sick point where you almost couldn't recognize him as human at all anymore.

"You use – you eat and chew and swallow everything but the bones, everything you can stuff your bottomless belly with in hopes it'll soothe the hunger."

You had to gulp.

"Most people, you see, eat themselves. But we…" His gaze was like a spark – powder and fuse teased by friction, just waiting to explode. "We eat people."

Another silence fell upon you, but this one heavier than the previous ones – as if everything took a moment to catch its breath before you let it go, and with it came a deeply unsettling shiver down your spine.

But before you could question the statement, a beep came and took the patient away.

[fakeboytofemale]

A partner that seems so supportive of your transition, but really he's trying to turn you into a good slut for him!

"Be careful babe, your binder is really tight, you probably shouldn't bind at home since you do it all day at work."

"That skirt I bought you makes you look totally gnc! No it's not girly, men can wear skirts too!"

"Plenty of men like their chests played with baby, let me feel you up, you're so sexy."

"Long hair is so hot on men babe, you should grow it out again. No it's not feminine, boys can have long hair!"

"You look soooo good in guyliner babe, you should wear makeup all the time, you'd look really pretty- I mean handsome!"

"I wanna do some nipple play with you babe, cause you're so sexy when I'm playing with your tits I mean your chest. Yeah, here, let me hook you up to this breast pump, it'll be great."

"Plenty of guys are into being told their partner is going to breed them, it's a state of mind! So let me cum in that cunt raw."

"I don't know what you're talking about baby, I know you found the empty bottle of lactation supplements and estrogen pills, but I don't know why you think I swapped them with your vitamins! Are you feeling okay?"

"You know, I'm kind of into twinks more and more these days. You should shave your body, especially that pussy of yours. Plenty of men shave, stop stressing about it, it'll make me so happy..."

"What? Gay men call each other girl all the time, it's like a term of endearment, I'm not misgendering you!"

"Have you considered using she/her pronouns, like, in a gay way? I saw you reblog that post about she/her gays, and honestly I think they'd really fit you."

Until you show up on his arm, milky tits on display, face full of makeup, in a mini skirt he bought you and introduces you to his friends;

"This is my girlfriend, we've been together for so long she's almost like a whole new person!"

You still think he's being supportive, but HE knows hes successfully broken a delusional girl back down into being the perfect girly slut for him!

[mirokata]

me fr

I think I might be genderfluid???

I don't really know, but I've noticed sometimes I feel like a plain regular woman and sometimes I'm like... I wanna be a boy? But I wanna keep looking really girly, so like... a femboy???

And it's so weird, cause like, I'm already a girl, who looks like a girl, why would I want to be a boy who looks like a girl???