I made mistakes in my past, breaking hearts of cute guys because I was too afraid to admit I was gay, regretting every single one of them right now. Breaking hearts of girls for the same reason, ruining up the chance of being best friends. Ghosting great dominant boys afraid to admit my submissive side.
It might be a weird request, but I wish every single one of them could take it’s revenge on me with a wish so in the end history would be rewritten so all of them would be happy, and I wouldn’t have any regrets anymore.
Well aren't you a stud of a man, too bad after your past has it's revenge who knows what we'll have to work with. Timothy, a young man you led on in school as a prank gets his first wish.
I wish you'd be young again and have to relive your new life.
Well weren't you sexy as a youngster. As our next contestant Sam came with his next wish, Sam says you had a type you liked to break hearts with. I wish he was a slutty little twink boy.
Suddenly your ass expanded, your muscles depleted but didn't go away completely and there started to be an itch in your new ass, one you weren't sure how to scratch.
One of your girlfriend, jessie was next. You could never get it up when I wanted you too, but whenever by brother passed by your dick would spring to life, I wish you'd no longer have control of that pathetic dick of yours.
Suddenly you were in a chastity cage. Unable to even touch your dick. Which scared you. Next came Marcus the first guy you ever had feelings for but because he was a total top you were scared off by him. I wish you'd become my dream bitch boy and serve me and only me.
Next thing you knew you were on your knees in front of a very leather clad Marcus. Or master as he preferred you call him. From this day forward you were his you did whatever he said, you were now his perfect bitch boy. Your body altered to fit his tastes but you'd never leave his side, you got to have your submissive on full display.
As you were led out of the room all of your past regrets watched as they knew you were truly where you belonged. the person you were before was gone, never existed, you were merly Boy from this point forward, a submissive sex slave owned by the new Master Marcus who took your wealth an home an transformed it into the perfect sex dungeon, he was going to have fun charging his friends to use you. Welcome to your new you.
crazy how people assume trans guys dont know if we had short naturally coloured hair and a basic style we'd "pass better." "you want tips on how to pass? no more fun piercings, jewelry, anything feminine, dyed hair, nail polish or nice things for you!" thanks but I choose joy and whimsy x
And just to be clear, writing dissertations at me justifying why he should instead be a conventionally attractive twink will involuntarily cause me to draw him with even fewer teeth.
listen to me: you can love and support trans men and trans women at the same time. you can love and support transmasc and transfemmes at the same time. you do not have to make things into this-or-that decisions. you do not have to turn everything into us-vs-them, friend-vs-enemy, sports team ass dynamics. transfems and transmascs are not at opposite ends of ANYTHING, and we will never, ever be enemies or polar sides that cannot intersect or co-exist peacefully. you can support more than one type of trans person and distribute that support equally. i promise you fucking can.
Tumblr has been showing targeted ads for "FTM binders" off Amazon. They look like this:
Do not buy these.
A binder is a piece of medical equipment. If you use one incorrectly, or use a poorly made one, you can really fuck up your ribs. This article from the Cleveland Clinic talks about how to bind safely.
A $14 binder is guaranteed not to be safe. There's a reason reputable companies charge more- sometimes a lot more. They have to carefully design binders so they don't crush your ribs or make you sick.
You know how everyone says Don't Bind With Duct Tape? Don't bind with Amazon binders.
having a degradation kink is so insane. i was having a hard time verbalizing what i wanted because he called me a “poor little thing” and instead of letting me recover, he doubled down: “god, i can’t believe you like being talked down to. that’s pretty fucking pathetic, only sluts like to be treated like this.” and then istg my eyes glazed over and i was GONE
pathetic isn’t really a word I‘d use for colin bridgerton. simon rather dying than marrying daphne was pathetic. anthony going through with marrying edwina until SHE mustered the courage to call everything off was pathetic.
colin contemplating his feelings, calling out his male acquaintances for their chauvinism, seeking advice from his mother and then immediately taking action and putting himself out there without even knowing if his feelings are reciprocated is the complete opposite of pathetic. that requires a whole lot of bravery.