#localized estrogen

[mikenesmithmpreg]

if we had given michael nesmith estrogen from the onswt he could’ve written femininomemon all the way back in 1970

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[centralnart]

WHERE IS THE TRANSFEM ITACHI CONTENT. WHERE IS SHE. WHERE ARE HER MOMMY ISSUES. WHERE IS HER BLACK MARKET ESTROGEN. WHERE.

[soapoey]

Damn maybe i should go into endocrinology i swear these guys are on holiday two thirds of the year

[corporalkiheart]

Hello as someone who is a paediatric registrar (larval form of a paediatrician) - most paediatricians are angry about this too!

The recent NICE guidelines regarding gender dysphoria are stupid and not based in fact, they’re based on incredibly biased and limited studies. Puberty blockers ARE in fact well researched and perfectly safe. Having such outright transphobia enshrined in national guidelines gives transphobic providers an “easy out” because they can just say “oops oh no the guidelines” but also puts caring paediatricians in a very risky position because by going against the guidelines and actually providing medication based gender affirming care, they could lose their ability to practice and provide any care at all.

If you’re based in the UK please complain about these guidelines to your local politician and local children’s hospital, and emphasize that the guidelines are based on very leading, limiting surveys, with bits of data cherry-picked to give the impression that there “isn’t enough info” or that “there’s no clear benefit to transitioning or puberty blockers”, both claims which are patently false and transparently transphobic.

[British pediatrician voice] Ok so basically there is no fixed point of maturity and no real way of determining such a thing. However, conveniently enough there is an idea in pop culture that brain development happens exactly at age 25, which is based on pretty much nothing except for like, cultural expectations of what a person should be like at that age, so yeah that’s not very scientific. But because that’s an idea that people have already, I am pretty sure that I can use this to restrict the human rights of people under 25, and because it’s in the context of everyone’s least favorite group the [SLUR WHICH HERE MEANS ‘TRANSSEXUALS’], I think everyone will pretty much let this one slide. And im pretty thrilled with this because it’s actually an older age than I thought I was gonna be able to get away with. I thought I was only gonna be able to exercise my power and control over people under the age of 18 or perhaps 21, which wouldn’t have been very exciting to me because I pretty much already get to control those people’s lives. But now that I’ve slipped this one in there, man, this opens up a whole other age group for me to wield power over. So im really happy with how this whole thing is shaping up. Bangers and mash.

[divine-wrath]

[panuccispizza]

taking a huge new step in gender and starting to pump my dry ass pussy full of estrogen

[allthingsorganic2024]

Grocery Stores with the Top Organic Produce Selections

Schleiger says that according to the Environmental Working Group (EWG), nearly 70% of fresh produce in America contains residues of potentially harmful pesticides. “These pesticides are known to disrupt hormones such as estrogen in many ways,” she says.

Harris says that when one does decide to go organic, those potentially harmful pesticide levels can drop pretty quickly. She says, “One study has shown that after just one week of eating organic produce, pesticide levels in participants’ urine dropped by almost 60%.”

[broccoli-bitching]

Confirmation from

Blizzard why did you get rid of this god tier line

[rogersandclarke]

mutual 1: see the thing about obi wan is that even if he could get pregnant he would do a force-abortion on himself because he believes that strongly in adoption

mutual 2: do you think matt damon was seething and coping when j-lo dropped "dear ben" or do you think matt and ben were still hooking up at this time? essentially if the album dropped in 2002, the bennifer engagement is nov 2002-january 2004, and matt gets married in 2005,

mutual 3: my ebay bidding war for paul reubens's spit in a jar is going really well due to the psychic attacks i've been sending to the other bidder

mutual 4: local authorities wont let me into this abandoned hoarder house in rural wyoming. dies horribly. #i love drunk driving

mutual 5: listen ive studied rpf for years you dont understand. the homoerotic undercurrent of britpop is a different breed than what george and bob had going on. theres a playful aura facilitated by the early 90s

mutual 6: i am going to pound philip seymour hoffman into the ground so lovingly

mutual 7: im doing crazy things to davy jones pussy over here

mutual 8: thinking of writing my thesis on the evolution of rpf #no don't look at my lb diary yes i watched 10 martin & lewis movies this week

mutual 9: you see robbie and bob were having on and off trysts ever since robbie stopped him from killing himself in 1966 but it took martin scorseses tender devotion to show robbie how unhealthy that was

mutual 10: thankfully neil young started estrogen in early 1970. otherwise she never couldve made harvest

mutual 11: how minutes of semi-truck sound effects do you guys think i can play on my radio show before people start tuning away

mutual 12: put this post underwater sorry. but i just feel so angry when people post about their mutuals like they're people they never talk to. i've moved to different countries three times for my mutuals.

mutual 13: [picture of orson welles and anthony perkins laughing on the set of the trial] do you think they ever fucked #hot! #who said that

mutual 14: i think i could fix norman bates if we got married and adopted the eraserhead baby together.

mutual 15: [picture of a computer fucking itself]

mutual 16: m sooooo girl drink drunk daveeeeee

mutual 17: eroticism of the machine? uhhh yeah only if the machine is a sexy car #STOP PUTTING THOSE COMPUTER PICTURES ON MY DASH

mutual 18: my warriors in maine are one step closer to slipping cocaine back into stephen kings food so he can be a good writer again

mutual 19: you don't understand. walton goggins isn't just gay in the show. he also walks gay in real life. you have to understand this.

mutual 20: im going to kidnap mike stoklasa and only release him when he makes a post coming out as bisexual

EDIT: ETHAN LET ME POST THIS: mutual 21: do you think lana del rey and joan baez are hooking up. why is lana with her everywhere and introducing her documentary and doing all these things. we KNOW joan is bisexual. do you think

[official-penis-posts]

hi this is for the previous butch anon who wanted a t-dick. i would recommend checking out your local planned parenthood. i am a trans man but i am prescribed my testosterone through planned parenthood. they offer gender affirming services to all but not many people know about it! they will ask you what your goals are if you want to go on t and what kind of physical changes you want to achieve through t. they aren't gatekeep-y, at least in my experience. they just asked me a series of quick questions and sent my t to the pharmacy of my choice. they were more helpful and way less painless than may experience of trying to get gender affirming care at my local hospital. hope this is helpful to whoever may want to go on testosterone or estrogen or need any kind of gender affirming services!

Planned Parenthood for the win!

I wish they were still active here on Tumblr

[aquar-io]

i hate it when i go outside ane everywhere i go is uphill i just want to SKATEBAORD.....

hate it when my soap dispenser starts running out and i have to jerk it off for a minute just to get 3 pathetic little drops out of her

[augustjustice]

Pretty in Pink

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I am still firmly on my Stevie Harrington agenda this week, so please enjoy below Eddie's thirsty-turned-sappy thoughts about his favorite girl, inspired by @getlost0p's absolutely delightful art as well @cherrycolasteve's very cute tags.

Eddie taps the pen against his front teeth absently, eyes flitting uncomprehendingly over the various multiple choice options of his practice test. With his brain already feeling fuzzy and unfocused, it’s easy to let his gaze drift away from the page over to the girl currently sprawled out beside him–Stevie Harrington, curled up reading the X-Men comic Dustin had strong-armed her into picking up. 

And, look–who could really blame him for getting a little distracted? There's a hot girl in his bed which is, admittedly, a rare enough occurrence–until shit went sideways last spring, at least–to still feel a little notable. Even if she is only there for moral support while he studies, his GED test date circling ever closer.

Stevie's wearing a striped white and pink polo with the buttons undone all the way to the bottom of the neckline and tight stonewash jeans. The absolute preppiest of prep attire, completed by the cherry-flavored chapstick shining red on her lips.

Eddie wants to kiss her stupid.

The jeans are high waisted, pulled up snug over the curve of her ass, and with Stevie rolled onto her stomach reading the comic, Eddie's getting quite the view.

Then she shifts, flopping over onto her back beside him, the movement followed by the sound of pages turning. The new position offers a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage, a further hint of what her clingy polo is doing such a great job of highlighting. 

Eddie looks. Of course he looks.

Estrogen has taken to Stevie’s figure like a duck to water. In the plush spread of her hips, making her pert ass even rounder, which Eddie would have thought was damn near impossible. And in the plumpness steadily gathering at her chest, her once defined pecs softening, giving way to the gentle swell of her breasts, which grow fuller by the day. 

It’s become something of a problem for him lately–the staring. 

That was true, to some extent, even before she started to transition. Stevie's always been gorgeous, and Eddie's always been aware of that fact, harboring a hopeless, from afar crush on her since they landed in the same impossible English class his first senior year and Eddie had become painfully aware of what all the Hawkins High girls were on about. Not that he would have admitted that, at the time, not even under threat of painful, agonizing death–no, the coming terms with it came later, during his spring break from hell spent realizing that Stevie Harrington was not only surprisingly sweet but a totally badass, bonafide hero.

…The whole ripping that bat apart with her teeth thing certainly didn't hurt, either.

The point is, he's always looked at Stevie, flirted with her. Probably been too obvious about it, too. 

It's just that since she started to transition, it feels like he's gotten so much worse, like any subtlety he was holding on to by his fingernails has been ripped from his hands. Eddie can’t stop staring at her, the heat of embarrassment prickling his face, tongue-tied like a school boy with a crush each and every time he gets caught. 

And that's the worst part of it–he does get caught, far more often than he'd like.

It’d been months, now, since the first time Stevie explicitly called him out for it–a warm Saturday in the summer when they had dragged the kids down to the arcade, trying to beat the heat with the dark, air-conditioned interior of the local nerd haunt. 

Stevie had been watching Erica beat her own high score at Duck Hunt, leaned over the machine in her Daisy Duke cutoff shorts and a cropped pink jersey, ponytail swinging against her back and the scars littering her sides unashamedly on display. That’s something they had both been working themselves up to, together–not hiding their war wounds, fighting off the anxiety that came from people’s stares.

But Eddie had been staring for an entirely different reason when Stevie caught him. 

As Erica ran off to ‘pummel’ Dustin after his latest Dig Dug win, Stevie propped an elbow on the abandoned game, shooting Eddie a knowing look.

“Like what you see, Munson?” she asked coyly.

Eddie’s entire face flamed with heat. 

“I was just–your top!” he blurted. “I was just admiring your top, my lady. It’s…it’s cute. The pink–think that might be your color, Harrington.”

Stevie’s cheeks burned her own pretty pink to match it, then, which Eddie couldn’t help but preen about. 

And if he noticed she started wearing a lot more pink around him after that, well…he tried not to read too much into it.

Just like the pretty pale pink she’s wearing today, attracting his eye and forcing Eddie to hold back a twitterpated sigh as he watches her, wrapped up in the bright primary colored pages of the X-Men

…This bullshit of his is definitely gonna get his ass kicked by Robin or Nancy, one of these days, he’s sure of it. Possibly both of them at once–Buck may just hold him down while Wheeler does what she does best.

But the truth is, it's not just about how Stevie’s figure has steadily filled out. He's not gonna lie, that's definitely part of it–but also…she just has this glow about her, now, like she's settling so happily into herself. It’s like that contentment beams out of her, radiant, in every little gesture, every giddy smile. He's drawn in by it, like Icarus with the sun, like a moth to a flame–too entranced to turn away, even if it might end up burning him in the long run.

The thing is, Stevie's beautiful, and she takes his breath away.

She’s become such an intrinsic part of his life, since everything that happened, he’s not entirely sure what he would do without her. Hell, they still share a bed, some nights–fighting back the nightmares together is always easier. And in the intervening months since that started, she's grown steadily softer beside him, curves pressing against his body where there were once hard planes and sharper angles. Her presence is no less warm and comforting than it had been from the beginning, though, her weight and smell familiar, the steady rhythm of her breathing when it finally evens out the same.

Eddie wonders if they were supposed to have stopped doing that, somewhere along the way–the sleeping together part, even though they're only doing it in the most platonic, just-friends sort of way possible. Then again, he's never put all that much stock in it, what he is and isn't supposed to be doing. Besides, how much difference could stopping really have made? Not a whole hell of a lot, in his opinion, considering they've both been bi as fuck the whole damn time.

Sharing a bed all the time doesn't really help his other problem–the staring, the thinking about Stevie's plush curves and soft skin–but that's his own shit to deal with and work out. Stevie shouldn't have to suffer through the nights alone just because Eddie can't keep his hard on for her in check.

So, yeah. He thinks she’s a knockout–of course he does–but the truth is, that’s all secondary to the way he feels about her. She’s steadily grown into one of his best friends, in the time since he’s finally gotten to actually know her. And if all he ever gets to do is look–and better yet, talk to her, bicker and joke and tease, share popcorn at movie nights crammed too close together on the Harrington’s couch and laugh at all the same stupid inside jokes–well, he considers himself honored for the privilege of it. 

“What, Munson?” Stevie laughs suddenly, drawing him out of his reverie–during which he had, of course, still been staring–by smacking him lightly on the arm with her comic book. 

That had been another secret, shared between them–Stevie liked the X-Men, she’d confessed, even if she couldn’t resist pretending otherwise to Dustin. She said the Mutants made her feel…seen, in a way she really hadn’t ever before. 

"I know exactly what you mean, sweetheart," Eddie had agreed easily when she told him. 

"Kinda figured you might, Eds,” she had shot him a soft smile, which he returned in kind.

That feeling of being seen–understood–stretched out beyond the pages of the comic book to encompass them both, the way they just fundamentally got each other.

"Mystique's got nothing on you, though," he had added with a wink, falling back on his old routine of borderline flirtation just for the pleasure of seeing her blush yet again, ducking her head as she gave his shoulder an exasperated nudge.

He blinks back to reality, finds himself looking into those same mesmerizing eyes now, big and brown and staring back at him expectantly. A smile plays at the corners of Stevie’s mouth as she puts her comic aside. Scooting closer, she reaches to give one of his test booklet pages a quick shake. 

"You're supposed to be studying, you know. Believe me, I get how hard that can be, and I wasn't exactly the best in school…but I'm still like 99% sure you at least have to look at the page before you get it,” she teases. “And I haven’t got the answers to this question secretly penciled somewhere up my sleeve, promise. So, not really sure how staring at me is gonna help you here."

Eddie studies her face–the amused pink curve of her mouth, the cute little moles that dot her cheeks and throat. 

That wistful sigh finally escapes him.

“Shit, sorry,” he apologies on autopilot, and then, the confession rolls off his tongue before he can stop it, “you’re just so…fucking pretty.”

As soon as the words have left his mouth, he cringes, preparing to blurt out yet another apology–and then Stevie’s finger presses against his lips. When he glances at her, he finds that her whole face has lit up. 

Well, fuck. If she’s gonna look at him like that, he can’t even be sorry for his big mouth.

Then, surprise of all surprises–he feels a jolt as she leans in and pecks him once on the cheek, lips smooth from her cherry chapstick. 

“Thanks. You’re sweet, Eddie,” Stevie murmurs, quietly, as she pulls back. Then, her smile turns mischievous, pretty eyes giving one of her patented, exasperated eyerolls. “And good of you to finally say something about it.”

Eddie barks out a disbelieving laugh before he can help it, hiding his face for a moment between his fingers.

“Seriously, Harrington, you know you’re a total babe.”

“Yeah, sure,” Stevie agrees, a glimmer of that overconfidence she’d carried herself with in school shining out. Eddie can’t even lie–he loves it. “But a girl still likes to hear it, now and again.”

“Shit, Stevie.” Head still ducked, Eddie reaches out slowly and takes her hand, twiddling with her fingers as he looks up from beneath the fringe of his bangs. “Now that I know you want me, too–I’ll tell you anytime you want.”

Reaching forward, Stevie tucks a tuft of hair behind Eddie’s ear, not letting him hide behind the curtain of it. Then, she leans in, and this time she presses a soft kiss to his lips. 

Eddie sucks in another sharp, surprised breath, finally tasting that cherry flavor for himself. 

“I’m totally gonna hold you to that one, Eds,” she says, leaving their foreheads pressed gently together even once she pulls back, “so just get ready for it.”  

But, then, a mere moment later, Stevie is bouncing backwards on the bed, giggling when Eddie leans in, trying to chase after her lips again. He groans as she picks up his booklet and presses it against his chest. 

“You can check me out all you want later, stud,” Stevie shoots him a wink, flipping open to the page he had left off on. “But, for now…you’ve gotta get back to work.”

When she settles down beside him this time, though, she stays close, hooking her chin over his shoulder. 

“And, I’ve got an idea. A tried and true method for studying. Works every time.” 

“That right?” Eddie tilts his head to face her, cocking an eyebrow. “Well, lay it on me, then, sweetheart. Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

He taps a finger lightly against her temple. The playful twinkle in Stevie’s eyes as she grins at him makes Eddie’s heart skip a bit.

“How about…I give you a kiss for every question you get right?” she murmurs, close enough her warm breath ghosts over his skin. 

Eddie lets his eyes drop down to the red shine of her lips, and feels giddy, for once, knowing he can look his fill. After a long, loaded pause, he gives a sharp nod, clapping his hands together.

“You know what, Stevie? Studying never sounded so good.” Snatching up his pen again, he settles back with the test now spread across both their laps. “I’m in.” 

And, this time, whenever Stevie distracts Eddie from his studies–well. At least he can tell himself it’s all in the name of a good cause.

[gibbearish]

@excessive-vampires hey of course<3 i know it fuckin sucks to deal with so anything i can do to help others with it ill do my best

with that i saw your reblog earlier and was working through forming a response so i just wanted to say firstly im really sorry youre stuck in that situation and that your doctors treated you like that, secondly im not sure if you wanted advice on working around that so if not feel free to disregard all of this but if yes:

firstly dilators - if the issue is:

> not knowing what to get - i got the intimate rose dilator set off amazon and my physical therapist made happy noises when i showed her so they get two thumbs up, id estimate the smallest one is abt the size of a pencil

> they would open your mail and get angry - see if you have any friends nearby who would be willing to let you ship it to their house and then pick it up in person

> if they found it in your room they would get angry - try to think as far outside the box as you can on hiding spots. like say an old pair of boots buried in your closet or something, what are the chances of them checking somewhere like that yknow?

> worried theyll catch you doing it / no lock on door - i usually wait until my housemates are entirely gone or 100% certainly asleep before dilating, its not a noisy activity on its own you go really slow. and even if that means you can only do it once a month, thats ok, like i said any progress is good progress. when i first started out working on it p young i literally couldnt fit much of anything at all and would just occasionally toe the line like every few months, and even that slowly got me to the point where i think shortly after graduating highschool when i ordered the dilators i was able to do the first size after like a week

if none of those solve it and dilatings not a possibility thats def unfortunate but not the end of the road. as for the rest of the exercises none of them involve material stuff so they should be pretty easy to do discreetly if you want (except the massage thing but theyd have no reason to suspect its pelvis involved as the tools used are used for regular massages too lol, and failing that you can still do it with your hands its just not as ideal). so with that here's a rough breakdown of the exercises im supposed to do, and again this is just the general stuff so i cant tell you how many days a week you would do these. and also disclaimer that i very much am not a medical professional, just regurgitating what i remember of the instructions from my doctor. anyways!

kegels:

breathe in through nose 2 seconds, out through pursed lips 2 seconds while squeezing, release and repeat 5 times

then

take slow steady breaths drawing them down into your stomach rather than your chest, do these continuously independent of kegels. pattern is squeeze for 5 seconds, release 10 seconds, and repeat that 5 times

do one set of each of these standing, sitting, and laying down flat on your back with pillows under your knees to elevate your pelvis. originally i was supposed to do all of that eight to ten times a day but that rapidly evolved to "whenever i can remember to in whatever position i happen to be in right now" lol

the abdominal/inner thigh massages are primarily intended as a cupping exercise but you can also use a Gua Sha tool if the cups hurt (like me, they pull my stomach hair so i got one also off amazon, its the shiny metal rock shaped like a paint pallette. for the cups this one looks closest to what she had and you just squeeze it then place on your skin so it creates a seal, release the bulb to create suction, and then slide it around as described below), or she told me the thigh part can also be done with a massage gun. but essentially you just make sweeping motions around your abdominal region, if you start at the bottom on one side you sweep up around your bellybutton on that side to the top and vice versa, if you imagine your stomach in quadrants you wanna spend abt 3 mins going over each corner. then you also wanna do the cardinal directions and just sweep from the outside towards your bellybutton, also 3 mins each (i do not do these in any particular order truth be told im truly just rubbing a slimy rock around on my stomach lol). inner thighs are similar, you just sweep up towards your pelvis. and use massage oil/lotion/something otherwise itll get uncomfortable and chafey, ESPECIALLY the silicon cups my skin hurts just thinking abt that lol

for stretches she told me -

1 minute daily: priformis figure 4 stretch, deep squat stretch, half kneeling hip flexor side bending stretch, supine hamstring stretch with strap, happy baby pose, and adductor butterfly stretch

10x pushup-y things daily: prone on elbows stretch

i googled all of those real quick to make sure those keywords lead to diagrams or guides that looked mostly right so those should be a p good rough guide

the breathing exercises are just more of the stomach breathing thing, you lay down with one hand on your stomach and one on your chest and just concentrate on taking deep breaths without the chest hand moving for a couple minutes

if you had to pick just one of these though i would primarily go for the kegels, for the first month that was the only thing i remembered to do every now and then and id still made a fuckload of progress by the second appointment, theyre entirely undetectable by anyone around you so you can do them whenever and wherever you want, and as far as i know theres not really any way to do them wrong or like. overdo them? worst thatll happen is youll get too tired to keep doing them and the result will be ... you relaxing, so thats also a win lol

another tip is if you cant get dilators but still want to go that route and can fit your pinky: put it in until it starts to hurt and no further, even if thats only a single centimeter and just chill there until it relaxes, focusing on deep breaths and releasing tension in the area (also make sure youve gone to the bathroom prior so you wont get scared of relaxing too much and tense up bc that can hurt a lot w something in you if youre not prepared). itll feel like it never will but i promise eventually it will chill, even if that time is another day youll still have made progress. if you do get it relaxed though then you can try for a little deeper, again stopping as soon as it hurts and waiting for it to adjust. one thing that can help is directing sustained pressure down towards the bottom of your pelvic floor, it will hurt some but in a different way like a really intense backbreaking massage does, and as such will also steadily drive the tension out. vaginismus is lowkey your pelvic floor being one big muscle knot anyways so yknow lol. also if its not going well dont force yourself to continue forever, like give yourself a 15 minute timer as a goal but allow yourself to tap out whenever you need. and conversely if you make it to 15 mins and find youre still feeling fine you can choose to bump that up, the world is your oyster

for bowel health she recommended i get a magnesium supplement, the brand she recc'd is CALM specifically the raspberry lemon flavor, you just mix i think a teaspoon of it with however much warm water you want so if you dont like the taste you can just take it as a shot like i do, or she said adding it to tea and stuff is fine too, and you just drink that before bed every night. its not prescription or anything you can get it at costco or again amazon (all of these companies certainly have their own websites you can order direct from but i am broke as fuck so we do what we can lol)

that's all i can think of right now, make sure to use way more lube than you think you should, and i hope this helps and that your situation looks up soon💜

got a good grade in physical therapy because i ordered a sex toy life is fun

[beatrixstonehill2]

"Wait, did you just say you want me to detransition?" Abbie's eyes lit up, her five-inch cock stiffened in her hands, trying to hide it from her step father.

"Well, I've been talking to your mother a lot, and I know you've been living as a girl for god knows how long, since you were how old?"

"Pretty much all my life?"

"OK, so I doubt you know much about being a boy, and I understand your mother and I have only been dating a few months, but Abbie, come on. How long are you really trying to keep this up? You're just so clearly not a girl."

"Oh? Am I not? What makes me a boy?" She stuck out her fake tits, slightly rubbing her barely hidden cock.

"You ogle other girls every time we go out together."

"Duh, I'm a lesbian! Didn't mom tell you?"

"No, I mean you perv on them. What do they call it, the male gaze? You stare at their breasts, their asses, you eye up pregnant girls like crazy."

"Pregnant girls are hot!"

"Yeah but you stare and stare, you fondle your, uh, you-know-what, through your clothes. I've caught you touching your titties too when you perv on girls."

"So? I'm just really horny is all....."

"And you make lewd remarks, talking about how badly you want to see other girls naked or touch them. You straight up mumble about how you wish your, uh....."

"My cock, Daddy?"

"Not really comfortable with you calling me that yet but yeah. Your..... cock. You mumble about how you wish it was big enough to get girls pregnant. Or if they're already pregnant I've heard you comment that you wish it was big enough to break their water. You also talk about sexually assaulting girls a lot."

"That makes me a boy?"

"Sure as shit don't make you a girl, dude. You talk about how you wish you could grab this girl's breasts or touch that girl's ass, or smack some poor pregnant girl's belly! It's kind of messed up. Every time we go out you point out every hot college girl and talk about, well, basically ripping off their clothes and having your way with them."

"So? Just trying some father-son bonding is all."

"See, you said 'son', not daughter!"

Abbie giggled, jiggling her fake tits. "Oops, slip of the tongue! So because I want to grab pretty girls' breasts and smack their gorgeous baby-filled bellies you think it's a good idea I should stop being a girl and be pumped full of testosterone? Gosh, I don't know what I'd be capable of after that....."

"And I can help walk you through your urges as a man. But you need to cut this girly crap out and stop taking estrogen right away. I've convinced your mom to call your doctor and have you put on testosterone?"

"Is that why you barged into the restroom? To force me to detrans? Mmmmm, kinky." She bit her lip.

"You are such a perv, I'm glad I've finally made your mama see the light. And I didn't barge in, you left the door cracked as you sat on the toilet naked watching pornography on your phone so loud I can hear it downstairs. You already had cum on your hands when I walked in, so you came, and just kept tugging on that little cock of yours?"

"Of course! I need to cum at least four times in a row or else I'm not satisfied! I am sorta greedy..... But is it wise to make a pervy masturbation addict like me into a boy? The local girls are about to forget what it's like not to be pregnant...."

"Jesus. You don't even try to hide what a guy you are, not that you pass very well. Your mom even told me you can do a perfect girl voice but you watched trans porn stars to learn how to sound like a boy poorly imitating a girl's voice. You really don't even pretend to want to pass or be a girl."

She bit her lip. "Do you.... really think I look and sound like a man? I don't pass as a girl at all, do I?"

"No, not one bit, I don't think anyone could mistake you for a girl, you---oh Christ, Abbie."

Abbie rolled back her eyes, moaning in a fake 'male' voice fondling her cock, shooting a few loads into her hands. She licked up the cum off her hands right in front of him, letting go of her cock. "Mmmmm, delicious. That's cum number four, but I'm still not satisfied. Wanna punish me for being bad?" Abbie spun around, spreading her ass cheeks. "Show me you're the man of the house and make me regret pretending to be a girl all these years. Fuck me, Daddy."

"I'm not going...... oh shit, your mama won't be home til dinner." He undid his belt, pulling down his pants.

Abbie gasped at his ten-inch cock, fully erect. "Wow! No wonder my mom like you. No wonder she's agreed to detrans me after only a couple months..... I'd worship that cock, too, if I was her. Please, Daddy! Please fuck me! Make me beg for forgiveness for pretending to be a girl!"

He rammed his cock into Abbie's ass, grabbing her tits. "Goddamn you're a total freak. I can't wait to pay to have these disgusting porn boobs removed. You look ridiculous. Is this supposed to convince people you're a girl?" He slapped on of her breasts hard.

Abbie yelped in pleasure. "No..... I'm just a pervy boy who loves big tits. They don't change how obvious it is that I'm male. Nothing can! I can't wait to detrans and get a big cock like you, Daddy! Mmmmm, I'm going to make you proud and force fuck so many girls! I can't wait to finally live my fantasies and be a real man at long last! Yes! Fuck me harder!"

"God you're such a sexy little mess, I can't wait to see you go through male puberty and watch every girly thing about you vanish into thin air. Not that anyone had trouble telling you were a boy before. It's just so obvious you aren't a girl."

"Fuck yes! Fuck-fuck-fuck! Thank you for convincing mom to detrans me! This is a dream come true! Fuck! I can't wait to be the biggest perv and scumbag imaginable. I promise to work out and get extra strong so no girl can possibly get me off them! Finally! I'll be able to get all the pussy I want, grab all the big jiggly titties, spank all their fat bubbly asses, and beat up their baby-filled bellies and pretty faces!"

"Good boy, now whimper like a dumb little princess in your girl voice one more time, just so I can destroy this girly bubble butt of yours."

"Yes! Please violate me, ruin my holes! Cum in my ass and do whatever you want to me!" Abbie moaned in her perfect girl voice, drooling from the mind-numbing pleasure of getting fucked, cumming over and over, and picturing the man she'll be in only a few short months.....

[saraascendant]

I'm coming up on 3 years of estrogen, which I should be excited about, but frankly these days I just think about how much internalized transphobia I still have this far into my transition, and I feel like I should be better about that by now. Like I posted some dumb stuff because I misread a post and acted on the impulses it brought up, and I was almost immediately (& rightfully) called out for perpetuating damaging ideas (sorry/thank you @xenasaur lmao). In the wake of that, I've definitely redoubled my efforts to connect with my local trans community, and that has certainly helped, but I want to start using this space to genuinely connect with other trans folks, rather than just lurking and observing.

SO, with that in mind, if any trans folks are willing to engage with a doll who definitely still has a lot to learn, but is quite eager to, I'd be deeply grateful ❤️ I absolutely understand if not, though.