#nonhuman hrt

[randompolykin]

hrt that makes you a cloud

Why need anymore explanation?

[cyber-therian]

nonhuman HRT content makes me really uncomfortable. and its not really because of the concept itself, but the way it’s portrayed. to me the media i see surrounding it makes HRT seem horrible, agonizing, and almost demonizes it; which makes me feel really hurt and misrepresented as someone on HRT. it would be nice if the folks creating such content would at least make a disclaimer that it isn’t entirely accurate to the effects of HRT for everyone, because, at least in my experience, it isnt. i can see this kind of content scaring people away from the ideas of HRT and even possibly trying to prevent others from getting it too. i know this sounds like a stretch but its my personal feelings on the subject as a nonhuman transmale looking in.

[scpwiki-official]

Type green (M.tempestas) hrt month one

next

vaguely inspired by @sonic-spirit 's sonic hrt comic

silly lore stuff under cut

.set in the broken masquerade universe a few anomalous groups are providing Human2NonHuman services

.A major doesn't exist (since the idea of me a fictive existing in the same world as my source makes me feel weird lol)

[redroversendjayover]

Hey so I'm gona start posting parts of a little thing, it's the non human hrt thing but a bit different, mainly it's gona be..uh I don't have the right word for it ...I'm gonna have a weird take is all, mostly using it as a way to sorta figure things out for myself...

I'll probably do like 3 of them simultaneously? Just cause I got 3 of the ideas in my head at once, still haven't figured how the charecter/s would be handled but I'm working on it ^_^

So far I got either 3 individuals or 1 individual across 3 timeliness if anyone has any ideas let me know

[jaguarfolkhrt]

Symphony's Journey - Step Three: 1 Month

===CW===

Depression

Brief emotional breakdown

Symphony pulls her faux fur coat tighter around her body as the chilly, night breeze glides past, the thuds her shoes make against the concrete pavement and asphalt roads a brief distraction from the biting cold. She watches the headlights of cars pass by like schools of fish as she makes her way towards the bar she hopes will soon be her second - well, third - home. Her worries drown out the chatter of the pedestrians and restaurant diners she passes by. Despite the only visible changes being her permanently ghostly white hair and blue eyes, she couldn't help but walk a few steps apart from others and occasionally check over her shoulder. Eventually she reaches the alleged sanctuary of the rooftop bar, its entrance, a single door immediately followed by stairs, was tucked between a fast food restaurant and a clothing store. The only indicator of this being the right place was a single unlit sign that was dwarfed by its neighbors' own. She checks her phone to confirm. Yes, this was the right place, and the ttrpg session is due to start in a few minutes. No more time for fence sitting now, it's either stay or leave. Symphony peeks up the stairs as she climbs them and is surprised to see an ordinary looking bar. Searching around for a few moments, she spots the bookshelf that was mentioned in the looking-for-game post. She nonchalantly walks up to it and pulls on the fake book without fanfare, she wishes she could enjoy the whimsy of it all. Just as foretold, she hears a distinct clicking noise and notices that the bookshelf was ajar. She peeks through the small crack and spots 3 players already setting up inside. She steels her nerves as she slowly pries the bookshelf open.

They haven't spotted her yet and she takes the opportunity to study them, the room and the game. The hairs on the back of her neck stand as she falls into a calm focus. A wave of goosebumps splash against her skin as she realizes what she's doing, she's stalking from the shadows. A wave of guilt crashes against her heart as she realizes what she's doing, she's stalking people. Her neck quickly swivels from side to side as she scans the bar. No stern gazes upon her… yet. Relief escapes her lungs before she fills them with shaky courage. Leaving now would be a waste of time and effort, she would weaponize the sunk-cost fallacy against herself if she had to. This wasn't a big deal, chances were that nothing would come of it anyway. Just one paw in front of the other. Pry open the bookshelf and calmly walk up to the table. Symphony, with her usual blank stare, opens the secret door and walks nearby to the table; facing 90 degrees away from it and avoiding eye-contact. She braced herself for bigoted insults and passive-aggressive comments to shoot out like a venom dart trap, but none came. Instead, a welcoming smile from the GM and the offer of a name tag. She thanks them with a monotone voice that suffocates her sincere gratitude. Looking inside her pencil case for a pen, the background feeling of having forgotten something is confirmed when she is greeted by the sight of a single pencil and well-worn rubber. She represses a growl and scans the table for a marker, as she does the player who isn't busy drawing offers her a pen. She takes the pen wordlessly and goes to write before realizing that she may have come off as ungrateful or rude. Fantastic first impression, as always.

"Thank you" her strained, monotone voice once again concealing her feelings. Writing her name and pronouns onto the tag with her black pen, she briefly considers drawing the elven star as well. A quick glance reveals that the GM and the helpful player are patiently waiting to read the tag; the one drawing is now hunched over what looks to be an in progress illustration of their character. An anthropomorphic giraffe fills half the page. Could they also be nonhuman? The brief spark of hope is enough to almost get Symphony to draw the star before it's snuffed out by the realization that they could just as likely be a furry; actually, it's more likely that they aren't nonhuman. With a limp grip she slowly finishes writing on her tag and sticks it to her coat; that's definitely going to pull some fur out later. Everyone reads her tag, the generous player almost introduces themself before the illustrator enthusiastically leans over the table to offer their hand with a warm smile. Symphony hesitantly shakes it, the tactile feeling of her wool glove being gripped instead of her skin provides crumbs of comfort. After the handshake, the illustrator props themself up with both hands planted in the middle of the table. A disgruntled cough comes from behind the GM screen with a tired and unamused look following behind. After a few nervous chuckles, the player falls back into their chair. "The name's Jesse, They/Them" their glee evident in every syllable. With closed eyes, they smile wide towards her. This is good progress so far, maybe the comfort and safety come later? It wasn't that fast with Stylus, she had to remind herself to keep her expectations realistic. Besides, they haven't confirmed what she really is yet. Symphony feels a tap on her shoulder and turns to see the other player with an outstretched, flat palm. A patient smile presumably waits for the return of their pen. This would be a good opportunity for a joke, yes? To make up for the terrible introduction from earlier. If she messes it up then nothing's really lost, she had already mentally prepared to return home without any new contacts. After blankly staring at the empty hand, she gently slaps it. The breath held inside Symphony's lungs is released when they let out a giggle; Jesse laughs so hard they bump into the table.

Another cough and serious glance gets Jesse to rein themself in, one hand scratching the back of their neck with the other raised in apology. Their award winning smile is enough to smooth ruffled feathers, this time. The GM and helpful player accidentally speak over each other. "Sorry, did you want to introduce yourself before me?" the GM's voice is disarmingly soft. The player fiddles with their hair, "N-no, it's fine…" they respond while looking down at their feet. The GM looks remorseful but carries on, their expression somewhat brightening during their introduction. "Salutations, welcome to our den. My name is Spike, She/they, it's a pleasure to meet you" her social grace formed a pit in Symphony's stomach. Spike referring to this place as a den rekindles her hope, faint warmth filling her chest. Before the last player can finally introduce themself, they all turn to face the figure behind Symphony that has just walked in. Not comfortable with a stranger to her back, Symphony turns as well. Standing roughly 170cm tall with an average build, a European trans woman with years on HRT, dressed in a patched up bomber jacket and black denim jeans with a trans lesbian flag themed messenger back slung over their shoulder, cautiously scans the room. Their brown eyes with cat eyeliner have a sharp gaze that falls over them all. Symphony would almost feel threatened were it not for them hiding their acne scarred face behind their back length, auburn hair when they realized they were staring. "Is this the Dehydrated Sharpshooter Sapphics game?" their feminine voice had a subtle growl to it. The helpful player fiddles with their hair again with downcast eyes, Symphony thinks she should feel sorry for them. Spike gets up and walks over to the generous player and places a reassuring hand on their shoulder, they lean into it.

"You're in the right place, friend" Spike answers, "and now that all players have arrived it's time to start the game; after introductions, that is." After briefly scratching behind the player's ear she pulls her hand away, a pleading whine escapes from them. "It's time for you to take center stage, sweetheart" she whispers into their ear. They jump a little in their seat, "O-oh, right, y-yes…" they look to the other players nervously. "My name is Annette… She/Her" she says as she fiddles with a pen, "it's nice to meet you all." Symphony wonders how it would feel for Stylus to scratch behind her ears once they grow in… wait, what? Before she could finish processing her confusion the late player turns a chair backwards and takes a seat while resting their chin on the chair's back. "The name's Melody, She/Her" friendly confidence braking through her previous defensiveness. Before Spike could start speaking, Jesse thrusts a marker towards Melody, who leans away in surprise. "Do you draw?" they gleefully ask. "Uh, sometimes, I guess" she slowly returns to her relaxed posture, "though I'm more of a musician." Spike hands Jesse the name tags, "You should offer her that marker to write-" she suggests before being cut off. "Yeah, yeah" Jesse dismisses her, "you don't have to baby me, I'm 32." Though only 9 years apart, Symphony couldn't help but feel a bit young and out of place by comparison. Jesse hands the marker to Melody before returning to their drawing, she also sneaks a peak at it. Was she also…? No, don't get your hopes too high. Symphony finally takes a seat and pulls out everything she'll need for the game. Spike explains the rules of the game, asks for and writes down everyone's boundaries and gives everyone a yellow and red card. She confidently pulls out a blank page,

"Now it's finally time for the fun part, world building" she says with a smile. Jesse mock groans dramatically much to Spike's disdain and laughs at her reaction. Spike clears their throat, "As I was saying, it's time for world building" she enthusiastically clicks their pen, "I already know which species we'll be having by default but were their any others you two wanted to add as well?" she addresses Melody and Symphony. "What are the default species?" Melody asks. Symphony was just about to ask that herself, if only to further gauge the likelihood of at least some of the players also being nonhuman. "Oh, just anthro-giraffes, anthro-wolves and sapient birds" Spike replies. The sapient birds stick out as an indicator that they're not just furries, but even still, talking animals are still popular within the fandom. Don't get your hopes up. Debating within her mind on whether or not she should play as an anthro-jaguar, and whether it was even safe to play as herself to begin with, she was caught of guard by Melody's request. "Catfolk" she blurts out awkwardly. Symphony's perception of her flips between scary badass and sopping wet kitten like a metronome. Spike writes it down without hesitation, which seems to put both Melody and Symphony at ease. Sopping wet kitten… wait, she's heard the name Melody recently, hasn't she? Her mind replays the events of the pride parade incident. Yes, she's confident she's heard that name before. Could this be the same Melody? Well, there's no smooth way of bringing it up, but that won't stop her from trying. Steeling her nerves with an intake of air, she faces Melody, who appears to be lost in thought. "So, uh-" her words break Melody away from her thoughts and she faces Symphony, "did you perhaps go to the pride parade this year? I noticed your bag and was curious." A look of unease spreads across Melody's face, "Oh, yeah… briefly…" she looks off to the side. Great job, smooth talker, are you trying to upset everyone tonight?

Should she just stop? She should probably just stop. "Were you there at the river by chance, when… you know…" she continues anyway, and if she wasn't there she'd have no idea what you're talking about, genius. "I'd rather not talk about that" Melody firmly replies while facing away from her. The spark of hope dimly lighting her chest was nearly extinguished, even if everyone here was accepting of nonhumans they'd want nothing to do with her anyway. Jesse looked back and forth between the two with a look of concern. Placing their chin on their knuckles, they closed their eyes in thought. Like a released spring, their gleefulness returns, "Do you want to hear about this one time I was playing DSS in a church?" they offer. With a curious expression, Melody nods. Symphony was glad that Melody's mind was being taken off of the incident. "So I was playing with some old friends I'd met at this furry convention, right…" Symphony deflates and hunches over the table, "and I was wearing my gear because they're chill with it…" An eyebrow raises on her face, "when this priest walks in." "This is kind of a long story, isn't it?" Annette interjects, "maybe we could save this for during our break?" Jesse tilts their head, "Yeah, I guess it kind of is" they admit. With a wide smile they assure Melody, "guess you'll just have to wait until later for the best part!" Melody seems disappointed. An hour of playing later and it was time for their dinner break. As promised, Jesse delivers on the story. Devouring a chip in a single bite, Jesse gets themself comfortable in a pose that would give doctors nightmares.

"As I was saying earlier, this priest guy walks in when I'm wearing my gear. He stops dead in his tracks and just stares daggers at me…" they casually remark. Though Symphony is level headed enough to not buckle, she'd definitely regard that as a stressful experience; not so for Jesse. "And I turn to him and give em' a wink because why not, you know?" they throw another chip into their mouth, "might as well have some fun with it, right?" Melody appears to be completely engrossed in the tale. Spike and Annette have clearly heard this all before judging by their knowing expressions. "and this guy, this guy" they have trouble suppressing their laughter, "this grown adult man with a full-time job and mortgage, comes up to us and- snort he's like" Jesse puts on a dramatic impression, "You bring those who covet devils into this holy house?" Annette giggles at the voice as Spike strokes her hair. "He said this to my friend who worked part-time there, really chill dude" they shovel the last remaining chips into their mouth before continuing, "guess he really doesn't like giraffe horns, huh?" "As we all know, giraffes are the most powerful devils" Melody quips, sending Jesse into a fit of laughter. It seems like everyone's having a great time tonight, so why does Symphony still feel so hollow and disconnected? Was she doing something wrong? "Are you going to eat that?" Spike jokes, pointing to the artwork Symphony had created out of her untouched dinner. "Oh, uh, yeah" she monotonely replies with a raspy voice. Annette taps her on the shoulder, "Is there something bothering you?" her voice earnest. It makes Symphony feel like a burden. She stands up from the table and grabs her stuff,

"I'm… just going to take a bathroom break" she lies. The looks of concern from everyone at the table make her want to sprint away. "Did you want to leave your stuff here, then?" Annette asks. Looking out of the window onto the night covered streets, she considers the offer. "No" she replies, "I was going to take a quick walk afterwards." Annette looks dejected but doesn't push further. "You're always welcome to come back" she assures. "Yeah, it was fun getting to know you!" Jesse interjects. "We'll probably go out ourselves to get some dinner, you're welcome to join us if you get back before we leave" Spike says warmly. Melody and Symphony lock eyes for a few moments. She gets up out of her chair and hovers a hand over Symphony's shoulder with an inquisitive look. Symphony shakes her head and Melody retracts her hand. "I really love your character, it would be a shame for their story to end here" she says with a smile. Eyes downcast to her shoes, those damn human shoes concealing her ill-fitting feet, she second guesses her eagerness to run. Without a word, she makes her way to the bathroom. Once she was certain that no-one could see or hear her, she braces herself against the sink and cries. Truthfully, it was still exhausting for her to be seen in public. The pain of strangers, and even acquaintances who she was too scared to reveal her nonhumanity to, assuming she was human… it was overwhelming. It took so much energy for her to just appear healthy, she was exhausted. What was the point of all of this? Sure, maybe they'll accept her, but is it worth it if it takes this much energy to keep coming back week after week? She wished for nothing but the embrace of Stylus' fur. She knew it wasn't fair to place the burden of her social needs on them alone, but she so desperately wanted them to be enough. She just wanted it all, for once, to be enough, for her efforts to matter.

Wiping away her tears and steadying her breath, she exits the bathroom and is greeted by an empty room. A small paper sign is left where Spike was sitting, "We've just gone out for take-out. Don't worry, we haven't abandoned you." Logically she knew this was true, but emotionally it felt like a lie. Now more than ever, she just wanted to hear Stylus' laughter. Letting out a yawn, she checks her phone for the time. Yeah… she's been trying for long enough. Time to finally go home. As she exits the bar, she walks past Melody and freezes in place. She could always leave whenever she wanted to, and she did tell them she was going for a walk, but even still it felt like she had been caught. Melody nonchalantly looks her way, tearing herself away from her daydreams. She looks Symphony up and down, "We won't be upset if you want to leave" she reassures. Despite this, guilt grows within her rib-cage like vines and mold. "If you change your mind, you're always welcome to come back later." Melody enters the bar but stops on the first step. She looks behind her to Symphony, "Oh, and don't worry about the pride thing. I'm not upset at you for bringing it up. Honestly, I'm impressed you were able to push someone so well built back that far" she tries to bring levity to her worries… and fails. Both of them could feel the unease in the air and cut their losses. Melody went back into the bar and Symphony headed homeward.

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[dreamy-n0mad]

Day 3 : Make a moodboard of you favourite therian blog!

This post isn't necessarily for a specific someone, but more so a love note to the therian HRT community, who is producing so much wonderful art, creating a loving community, and lifting up everyone no matter who they are. So for this, I've picked some of the top stories I follow and made a moodboard based off their comics.

I've picked 7 artists, their below the cut so I don't make an atrociously long post.

The one who started it all : @ayviedoesthings

An FINtastic artist : @welldrawnfish

Absolutely PAWsome puppy : @nyxisart

Breaking the mold : @deadeyedfae

BAT to the bone : @kaylasartwork

The imPECKable : @vy-canis-melodis

Last but not LEAF : @squiretilde

( this would have looks much nicer with dividers, however tumblrs imagine limit is a mistress I cannot fight )

[catwings-the-cat-with-wings]

The furry HRT stuff got me. I was in denial for a long time, but the idea of a world where I could actually live in a body that agrees with my mind… it’s electrifying.

But what animal? I mean sure, “in all ways except physical, I am a [cat]” but… the only phantom limbs I’ve persistently felt throughout my life are wings.

And then I remembered this book.

So. Yeah. I’m a catwings. I’m not sure if I’ll be posting in the tags beyond this or trying to make a catwings HRT story, but at least now I have a blog for it.

Also to every single one of you who has shared and created a story, I love you dearly and I hope the universe treats you well today.

[personal-protective-equipment]

Polymorph HRT (3) Month 1

Transcript: "Is this how human skin is supposed to feel?" "No, I don't think so."

Month 1.

Skin texture changed.

Skin doesn't limit movement as much.

Start. Prev.

[i-am-trans-gwender]

I'd like to point out Calvin invented Animal hrt

[thecrystalmountainsystem]

King cobra HRT Month 0

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If your curious about why the text colors are that way. XD. Gen is silver (might recognize from our other comic), greenish blue is whispy, Goldish is Dorito. Comics inspired by @nyxisart with puppy hrt @sonic-spirit With sonic hrt @ayviedoesthings with Dragon hrt @entroart With Cat hrt @welldrawnfish for Fish hrt AND MANY MANY MORE that i probbably forgot

[nytlyt12]

i need transitioning into another species to be Real and im completely serious about it. and i dont mean insanely expensive body mods i mean i should be allowed to grow fur if i want

[constellarcreator]

Sylveon HRT!

I drew this back on TDOV but didn't wanna share it until now. This is a wayyyy different kind of thing than what I usually do but I really really like it and it makes me euphoric so now I wanna be a lil vulnerable and share it with the world

Inspired by the animal HRT comic trend! Especially the one by @//ayviedoesthings

(this is me btw, I'm transmasc, he/any)

[the-fun-in-dysfunctional]

I was reading a bunch of Therian HRT comics earlier, and damn all the doubt in my heart about alterhumanity was immediately replaced by an insatiable yearning for a world where that stuff is real.

I think it also cracked my egg as a shapeshifterkin I believe, so that's fun.

[tigerwing-animal-hrt]

Cat HRT 0 Months

My alarm went off, blaring in my ear. I turned it off and got up, heading for the bathroom.

Sure, getting up at noon wasn’t exactly early, but it was for me. Thank you being a night shift employee for giving me a reason to be up the hours that actually work best for me.

I brushed my teeth and got ready for my appointment, being sure to make sure my partner was awake to take me. She was sitting up by the time I was ready.

“Are you ready for your appointment?” She asked, checking she had her wallet.

“As ready as I’ll ever be. Here’s your keys.” I handed them to her and left the room, scooping small kittens out of the way before they got a chance to run in before my partner closed the bedroom door again.

The car ride was quiet, save for music playing as he drove. Until we got to the appointment.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked, gesturing towards the office of Dr. Erian as a woman with budding horns, fur, and a tail walked out.

“Yes, I am,” I responded, a bit shakily. “Is that… I think I know her.”

“Want me to come with you?”

“Yes, please…”

We got out, and she must have seen the nervous and startled look on my face. “Is this your first appointment?” She asked kindly, looking at the way I clutched my fiance’s hand to my chest.

“Yeah. I think I’ve seen you talking about your experiences… Josie?”

“Yeah, my name’s Josie. You look petrified. Don’t worry. The doctor can be difficult, but you’ll be fine. Take the leap. I think you’d be happy.”

“Thank you…” I looked up at her. “Thank you. I should get in there, don’t want to be late.”

“Of course not.” With that, she was heading away.

My fiance looked at me. “Do you know her?”

“Kind of, I’ve seen her talking about her transition. Now let’s go before I’m late.”

We walked up to the doors, and into the reception area. He went and sat down on a larger seat, likely one meant for a dragon or similar creature. He laid down as I spoke with the receptionist.

“Appointment for James… at 2pm.” I said.

“Alright, I have you right here. Fill this out and bring it back to me.”

I took it and went to go sit and fill it out. It was a basic questionnaire, asking about health problems, identity information, the works. I got to the information about species and paused before writing Domestic cat- Felis catus. Longhaired tortoiseshell variant.

I signed the waivers after skimming them, then took all the paperwork back to the receptionist.

“Can my fiance come with me?”

“Sure, but she’ll have to wait for a few minutes after you go back there.”

“Alright, I’ll let her know.”

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“James?”

“Coming!” I got up, put my phone in my pocket, and walked to the nurse.

They led me through the doors and sat me in a room to take my blood pressure, pulse, temperature, ask me the usual safety questions. After I was done, the nurse got my fiance and we walked to the office of Dr T. H. Erian.

“Which one of you is the patient?”

My fiance pointed at me. “He is, I’m just moral support.”

I nodded and we both sat down opposite the doctor.

“I see you’re interested in becoming a… domestic cat?”

“Yes.” I gripped my fiance’s hand tightly under the desk, he squeezed back.

“And you’re a trans man?”

“Yes.”

“How unusual. Why a tortoiseshell? Those are always female, and you marked down male as your legal sex.”

“That’s complicated, doc.”

“I’d expect you to pick a coat pattern that you’d see on a male cat is all.”

“My answer won’t change.”

“Very well then, I’ll see what I can do. Have you been living as your preferred species for the last 48 months?”

“Yes, I have, doc.”

“Can you confirm this?” He turned to my fiance.

“Yes, yes I can.” He held up his arm, showing a faint line of scratches that were still healing. “This is because I gave him a bath yesterday.”

“Is that so? Hmm. I’ll need to develop the formula for you, but that shouldn’t take too long. Your prescription should be ready in about two weeks.”

“Thank you, doc.”

“You’ll need to make changes to your diet while taking this medication. More meat, less everything else. Read this pamphlet before you leave.” He handed me and my fiance both pamphlets about feline HRT. “Some things may differ in order and strength of effect, but all of this information will be relevant.”

“Am I the first trans man to be taking this?”

“Yes, and I’ll need you to log any and all effects to see how thins differ for you.”

“So he’s an experiment?” My fiance asked, standing and looking like she was half a step from hopping the desk and decking the doctor.

I put my hand on her arm. “It’s new and experimental. Someone has to be the first.”

“Exactly. Now. Any questions?”

“Will you call me when it’s ready?”

“Of course.”

“Will I be coming here to pick my prescription up, or will it be sent to the pharmacy?”

“I’ll send it to the pharmacy.”

“Alright, thank you. Oh, last question. Will it be an oral medicine, or an injection?”

“Oral is the usual route. Do you want injections?”

“Depends on if it tastes bad.”

“I’ve heard it isn’t too bad.”

I stood up, and my fiance and I left the office. I was shaking, nervous but excited.

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I got the call that my prescription was ready, almost exactly two weeks later. I turned to my fiance, almost vibrating with excitement. “It’s ready!”

“Alright, get dressed, and let’s go.”

I scrambled to get ready, almost bouncing off the walls.

“Calm down, kitty. I know you’re excited.”

“But… but… but…”

“I know. Let’s go.”

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My prescription was a bottle of small pills, enough for a month with instructions to take before bed each night.

“I wonder what happens if you take it during the day?” I showed them to my fiance.

“Feli- Felisterone?” Is that what it says?”

“Yeah.”

“Wonder what they taste like.”

“You’re not taking them, dear.”

“I know. I wasn’t going to.”

“Go play your game, dear.”

“Love you too.”

I made a post online about picking up my prescription, and a few comments on the timelines I saw, including the white tiger and a few others like Josie, since I’d met her briefly, telling her thank you in particular for giving me the push I needed. I commented on the king cobra guy’s, saying I was another transmasc on HRT. Same for the black arms timeline that crossed my dash shortly after.

I also commented on the slimes, werewolves, dragons, and bat that I saw afterwards. The lamias were neat- I asked to join a server about HRT.

I went to take a quick shower before my fiance gave me my testosterone shot and I settled in to play Farmer’s Life until it was time for my new medication.

My fiance handed me the pill bottle, my drink, and my stuffed animals.

“Here goes everything, I guess.” I took my first dose.

“Good boy.” She patted my head. “Do you feel any different?”

“No, but it’s only been a minute.”

“Still.” She tucked me in and then turned back to her game. “Night, kitty.”

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[disappointedcreeper]

FOX HRT Month -? Chapter 1 (February)

I've checked the news, and noticed an article talking about how something called "humanity replacement therapy," which had been developed without public knowledge is now available. Looked it up and every source I saw was confirming it.

I never thought that something like this would ever happen in my lifetime, but here we are.

I just... I don't know how to put this into words, I'll finally be less wrong. I'll finally be able to be who I really am, instead of having to hide it from almost everyone.

Anyways, I've scheduled an appointment for next month, everything before then was booked completely.

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(ooc under cut)

alr i started it

(also it says month -? bc im not telling you how long itll be >:3)

(just gonna say to remember the 48 month rule)

(but not confirming or denying anything)

anyways thanks to @/ayviedoesthings for the inspiration

also @unascension requested to be tagged, so there you go

[kitotherianposting]

freedom of form foundation WORK FASTERRRR /lh /nf /nm