#your just a faggy girl

[p0t80-t0m]

What the hell does soul power mean, maybe I'm just a faggy girl but I can't figure out what a lover with soul power implies

[gregoftom]

this was laced with so many things

[mars-ipan]

what was one of your formative gay experiences when you were a kid. a big one for me was random girls in gym class asking if they could play with my hair

[johnbrand]

Being Proactive

“Hey princess, how about you go grab me a beer while we wait for everyone else to arrive.”

“Sure thing, Mario!” 

I ran inside as fast as I could, trying my best to hold back the smile that was threatening to escape. I could not believe how easily my plan was working. Ever since I caught that twisted, hungry bottom flirting with my boyfriend, I knew I had to take action. It was just fascinating how simple it all had been. 

My boyfriend was a solid-but-sensitive type, big and muscular but soft, which sometimes worked against him. He had not even noticed when Mario had batted his pretty eyelashes for him, or when the bottom pouted with a sickly sweet: “We should hang out more, I’m sure I’d make it worth your time.” But I had known the signs however, and I planned to be proactive. A simple search on the web led me to a solution I could only hope would do the trick.

It was some form of an incantation, performing rites onto an article of clothing with the necessary ingredients. Some rose-embedded candles, feathers of a raven, off-brand vinegar...all stuff I could easily find in the city. And once brought together, the ingredients were meant to create a migration ritual, transferring the essence of one person through an article of clothing onto another being. My plan was for Mario to be at the receiving end, absorbing the identity of my choosing.

And luckily for me, there was no better offering than my arrogant, womanizing older brother. Eric was a decent enough sibling growing up, although we had rarely spoken since my coming out. But overall, he was a different man on the streets. If he was not tackling another dude on the field, then Eric was surely tackling another chick into bed. Therefore, if I could imbed this same heterosexual passion into Mario, I knew I would never have to deal with him skankly attempting to steal my boyfriend every again. 

The set-up had been simple: a pool party with everyone supposedly invited. Of course, I had only reached out to Mario, and had neglected to inform him of the "pool" portion of the party. He was so thankful when I offered him my "spare" pair of speedos, taking the pink-patterned briefs from me without a second thought. He could have never known they had been soaking the entire night before in a brew with my older brother’s own sweat-stained boxers.

At first, the changes had not been evident, but eventually I began to witness the consequences of my actions. Mario had gradually grown taller, every minute having added an extra half-inch to his torso or legs. With this came the expansion of his muscles, defining the bottom’s once-lean figure with juicier, more defined features. 

Now approaching with the beer he had requested, I was able to take in even more changes that had happened while I had been inside. Hair had begun sprouting from Mario’s previously-shaven legs, and his queer mullet had tightened into a douchey French crop. I could even sense his attitude had shifted; Mario was no longer displaying his former star feature (his perky bottom), but instead showcasing his new pride (his literal, much larger pride).

“Good girl,” Mario taunted, chugging the whole can in one go. The teasing nicknames were new too. I should have been insulted, but I was too busy relishing in my success. What other attributes from my older brother would Mario soon absorb?

BUUUUUUUUURRRPP! “So how long until they get here anyway?” Mario groaned, tossing the crushed can aside. 

“Shouldn’t be much longer,” I replied without removing my eyes from him, hoping to witness another change.

Mario noticed my directed attention, assuming it was regarding the swimwear. “This wasn't all some plan to get me into a faggy speedo, was it? I'm beginning to think you wanted a real man like me all to yourself."

The accusation caused me to break, stunned at the rude remark. Mario smirked smugly. “What, something wrong, girly?”

“Yeah, what you're saying is insul-”

“Learn your place and go grab me another beer,” Mario ordered. “You don’t want me to have to get up, do you?”

Surprised and feeling a sudden loss of control, I turned away and made my way back to the kitchen. For the first time I began considering how Mario's conversion may have created an even worse monster than I could have imagined. My once proactive solution no longer appeared to be such.

[dykewithbenefits]

hey, need advice on something that happened last night.

So, my gay femboy little brother got pretty drunk and said he wanted to twerk his fat ass for me. im a butch lesbian tgirl and thought he was joking anyways so i decided to let him. a minute later hes down to his jockstrap that can barely contain his absolute fucking dumptruck ass as it bounces and claps and jiggles. he turns around and does a faggy little giggle and asks if im enjoying the show, since im basically a boy and all

Was it reasonable for me to slap him hard across the face, throw him onto my bed, and start raping his fat ass while telling him he should like it because hes "basically a girl and all"?

I mean like. Her pathetic girldick literally came three times in the time it took for me to breed her asspussy full of my cum, so she definitely enjoyed it. Im justified, arent i? That was a reasonable reaction to basically being misgendered by my own little sister i mean brother, right?

Dear anonymous, 

First of all, I want to make it clear that, for all intents and purposes, that is your little sister now. If you rape someone's ass good enough for them to come even more than once, you've successfully claimed them as your own, and then, their gender and sexuality is up for you to decide. 

I do think that slamfucking someone into a mindbroken mess is a measured response to them misgendering you. Honestly, just having as fat of an ass as your sister should be reason enough to turn them into your personal cumdumpster. 

Also, now that your sister is your sex slave, remember that you're free to mold her body to your liking! I'd suggest putting her on estrogen—make that ass of hers even fatter and bubblier, and give her a nice pair of tits for you to grope and leave hickeys all over. Dress her up all pretty or slutty, or just leave her permanently naked if that's more to your liking. Make it so that no one who sees her can deny that she really is a girl. Your girl. 

I wish you luck on your journey to turn your little sister into the perfect slut for your cock!

-@dykewithbenefits

[genderkoolaid]

something ive noticed as a very effeminate trans masc that dresses pretty androgynous & has been on hrt for many years is that the status of being a "dangerous man" can and will be placed on you (ime most often by cis white women) whenever expressing any kind of negative feelings. if i told friends of mine - even queer ones - that something they did hurt my feelings or made me upset, i was suddenly a dangerous man or a (man)ipulator or whatever - even if i didn't raise my voice. the very fact that i am unhappy combined with my proximity to manhood makes me a supposed threat in their eyes.

a couple years ago i had a group of cis girl friends. they would constantly pull me into women's bathrooms n such so i wouldn't be left behind saying its fine its fine bc im one of the girls (gender neutral) but then as soon as i was upset about something i was suddenly a dangerous man who needed to stay out of women's spaces,,,, despite the fact that of the 4 of us, the girl who joined after me was the one spreading this shit around my friend group so... how was i encroaching on womens spaces if i was there before her and i was invited in? luckily one of my friends told me that the other two were plotting to kick me out of my friend group on the sole basis of my proximity to manhood so i at least knew why they were suddenly treating me like shit

its just.. i cant understand why people dont think trans mascs and trans men are discriminated against when they literally said it was my "toxic man energy" that made them want me out WHILE ALSO being the ones convincing me to go into womens spaces bc they wanted to go somewhere and didnt wanna have to leave me behind & like i said im extremely effeminate and faggy and also NONBINARY so i dont understand what "man energy" they were talking about other than the fact that im on testosterone and thinking testosterone = man is just transphobic no matter how you try to twist it

but my taking testosterone was never a problem or made me evil or scary when they wanted me to go with them into women-only (&nonbinary too i guess unless youre amab (and they can tell) or been on testosterone for too long) spaces, it was only a problem when they wanted 1. a reason to criticise me relentlessly, borderline bullying or 2. a reason to dismiss any of my concerns or criticisms of their treatment of me

all of that, to me, is transandrophobia point blank. i dont know what else you could call it other than transphobia, but transphobia doesn't address any of the very blatant and obvious connection of how my transness affects their perception of my proximity to manhood and how that affected the situation

God that sucks. I'm sorry you went through that.

You make a very good point. This is why I don't want to define transandrophobia/ATM as just transphobia and misogyny directed at transmascs. I still think transunity theory is a really valuable way of looking at transphobia & its important to me that we are vocal about how masculine tropes are weaponized against trans people by cis people on the regular because of how we are positioned in relation to gender. Too many people think the that the only thing wrong with saying trans people have "dangerous male energy" is that its misgendering. So trans people who choose to associate themselves with manhood are left in the trash by the people who should know best how much being made out to be a Dangerous Male Invader hurts!

[up-in-flames-writing]

I wasn't sure if I wanted to make this post, but it feels nowadays like no matter what I say, people will find something wrong with it. I can't say anything about transmasculinity without someone with 'TERFs dni' in their bio foaming at the mouth about it.

Cause it ain't just the radfems & the TERFs, half of the damn queer community is like this as well.

And my main point here is that I fucking despise being a transmasc writer. People fucking despise transmasc creators in general!

I remember watching a cishet 'feminist' reviewing a book by a transman, & acting like he was just a stupid little girl who didn't understand feminism, cause he wrote a book about how men are mistreated, & he wrote it as a transman! & I'm sorry that not all of us can be as damn articulate as your feminism priestesses of the 1900s, but even if we were you'd still find a fucking fault in it!

Cause I love writing stories were a girl becomes a warrior & finds out he's actually a man, & he's better this way than he ever was before, & I was once that little girl who was signed up for martial arts classes & got so much euphoria from beating up all the little boys, but I was already a little boy at that time, I just didn't know it!

Oh, but that's not feminist. It ain't 'female empowerment'. Seeing Mulan as trans in your headcanon isn't feminism, & writing about little girls becoming strong men is misogynist, even if that little girl was never a little girl to begin with!

And I'm just so fucking tired, y'all. One type of 'feminist' hates me for being trans, & the other for being a man, & no matter what I do I just get harassed over & over.

& I'll probably bring this curse over to this blog now. Until now, people have been sending harassment to my dead main blog. Well, they won't be able to do that soon. It'll be this blog, or my kinda dead RP blog.

& when I say I'm terrified, I mean it. Cause I was a terrified little girl growing up, bullied for being autistic & weird & queer & faggy & masculine. & now I'm terrified once again, cause I keep being harassed for being autistic, weird, queer, faggy, masculine, & for refusing to shut up about it. & I want this blog to stay a safe place.

But this is my writing blog. I am a writer. I write stories where little girls become strong men, & I wish someone would call that 'trans empowerment'. & what's empowering in staying hidden?

This is my writing blog, & I deserve to speak up against the bullshit I have to face as a transman & a writer. & the truth is: people fucking despise transmasc writers.

[autosadist]

im so tired of transmasc arya stark im more compelled by the idea that she's a little trans girl and eddard stark is like "that's cool, you have to be girly and sew like your sister and mom though" and she's like "i still want to eat worms and kill people with swords, actually" and he's like fuckk ok whatever heres a faggy italian man to teach you all that shit, hope he doesnt die heroically offscreen. grrm would never abide this but everyone could just let me be correct for once

[sissybabycucksophia]

😨😨Not What I Expected Part 2😨😨

As the man i was now to call master took pictures of me sat in my purple mermaid fit uniform which was locked shut at 5 different points, my pathetic and masculinity destroying makeup and my knewly fitted chest length locks of hair I began to wonder what was next. Like an idiot i attempted to speak without permission, “Ok Johnny i think we’ve both had our fun here but unlock me now and help me out of these hideous clothes and get these stupid extensions out… man too man this is getting a little strange now” I stupidly said like a man as i stood up and puffed out my chest and stood in as masculine and confident a posture as i could.

However nothing quite humbles a sissy faggot holding onto his masculinity more than a real man physically over powering and abusing him. Without missing a beat Johnny put his phone in his pocket and he would plainly gesture for me to turn around “move your long hair round over your shoulder then so its out of the way” Johnny said calmly and with a nonchalant attitude. Stupidly i breathed a sigh of relief as I turned my back to johnny and like girl daintily swept my chest length locks over my shoulder to make the first of 5 padlocks visible, as I stepped back slightly and closer too johnny I said “good man, see I’m glad you’ve seen sense and stopped this before it got weird. Really had me worried there when you wanted me to lie about being transgender to Mel” with a tone almost as though talking to someone on my level. However what happened next was most definitely not what I’d expect.

Before i knew what was happening or even could think about reacting Johnny had slung on arm around my neck from behind pulling me tight in against him. Within seconds I was in a very tight headlock and thanks too the height difference of nearly a foot and a half, Johnny had me held off the ground struggling too breath. In instant panic I tried to grasp and pull Johnny’s arm off my throat but between his superior strength and my faggy white satin gloves I was getting nowhere, i also began to violently try and kick and swing my legs however the restrictive and tight mermaid fit of my locked uniform made the swings pointless. Fear flooded my body as my breathing became heavily restricted and tears began to well up in my eyes. Gasping for air, I was filled with fear mixed with humiliation and disgust as i was pulled into johnny and could feel as clear as day his erect cock in his pants press against the outside of my dress.

“Lets get something straight here, if you ever… ever try to talk to me like we’re on the same level again, so help me god your punishment will be unbearable! No your not getting out of this uniform you dumb faggot! And these extensions? Their your hair now! And your one dumb bitch if you think when i drag your ass through the centre of town kicking and screaming by it dressed like this that it won’t hurt like real hair! Now when i put your faggot ass down your gonna start learning to behave like the dumb, submissive, weak and unmanly sissy faggot that you’ve been fantasising about to me in messages for months! Got that?!” Johnny grunted to me, what could i say?! All i could think is ‘i cant die like this! If i die he’ll just dump my body in a woods dressed like this then everyone will know the kinda weak little sissy i was in life!’ So i tried to nod as tears rolled down my cheeks. In that moment Johnny released his grip allowing my purple shoe imprisoned feet to touch the ground. The moment my feet touch the ground I collapsed to my knees and hunched forward grabbing my throat and coughing, as i tried to kneel the dress restricted me making me ever more aware of its presence and my predicament. “Get up faggot!” Johnny grunted. What choice did i have? He could’ve killed me! I surely couldn’t risk that kind of punishment again, at least not for the 2 weeks I said that I’d be his.

Tears still rolling down my face I struggled too my feet again and forced myself to stand up straight despite my still throbbing neck pain and breathing irregularity. Placing my arms tight by me side I whimpered “Im….. I…I…Im really So…sorry Master, b….b….but this is all getting very uhm real…. As your weak little beta I’m begging you please let me out of all this… I…I….I can pay you!” I begged pathetically with terror in my voice and my eyes tightly closed in fear of his arm once again wrapping round my throat. However at that Johnny would simply take both my wrists and pull then behind my back where a pair of handcuffs were locked on removing the use of my hands, then opening my eyes i saw a most worrying sight as over my head was lowered a purple penis gag. “P…please master… please don’t do this…” I begged however johnny simply pressed the large black cock of the gag against my lips. “Look you’re not going anywhere so open your mouth Jade and make this all go faster!” Johnny sighed as I stupidly opened my mouth allowing him to plunge the gag into my mouth. While it pressed on my gag reflex Johnny would raise my newly attached long hair and clip the gag tightly in place before lowering my long hair back into place.

“There! Soon you’ll learn not to talk out of place but for your own benefit you’ll wear this until you do faggot!” Johnny grunted as he then grabbed by cuffed wrists and begun to push me out of the small under the stairs sissy faggot bedroom and out into the hall. Gagging on the huge dildo now held permanently in my mouth i began to look at my surroundings as I was pushed through the hall. I’d forgotten how beautiful, majestic and regal this mansion looked however i begun to panic as i turn my head back toward the direction i’m being pushed by Johnny. I try to wrestle my cuffed hands out of his grip but he’s to strong, opening the front door Johnny pushes me out despite begging and pleading through the dildo gag. As i was pushed i tripped thanks the the tight form fitting dress making it impossible to stumble and rebalance myself so i fell down the 2 front steps, landing on my stomach on his chipped driveway my fall was slightly cushioned by the fake breast padding Johnny forced me to stuff under the dress. Laying on my stomach pathetically for a second i Froze, like a pathetic coward given the choice of fight flight or freeze i froze in genuine fear of what johnny has planned next. However after a few seconds johnny picked me up, pulling me to my feet I moaned in discomfort as my eyes adjusted too the brightness of the outside. As we stood looking at the driveway I became distressed as I noticed my car was gone! My 2017 blue focus RS was gone!! In its place sat a tiny 2 seater Pink Smart Fortwo car with garish and stupid looking fake eyelashes around the headlights.

Turning too Johnny i began to panic and angrily wrestle at the cuffs behind my back as i tired to yell “wheres my car!” But thanks to the gag, all that could be heard was “mmmmms mh mmm!”. At that johnny would walk me over to the ugly, girly, pink, heap of garbage and pushed me until me shins met the front bumber, then with one forcefully push to the back of my head i was pinned to the bonnet and windscreen of the car if you could even call it a car. “Your car? Its right here faggot! Oh RS? Yeh it was pretty fun to drive but you won’t be needing something so powerful now Sissy. So i sold it for 32,000 and bought this far more appropriate car for you, its been fitted with a tracker and remote immobiliser as well as a remote locking feature so should you try to run away i can shut down the engine and lock you in it until i arrive to retrieve you. You also wont get the keys unless i decide you need to run an errand. All that only cost me four grand so the remaining 28,000 gets spent on your transformation and training! Honestly if it wasn’t such a bother to unzip and free you too much from this dress i’d fuck your ass right now on the bonnet of your new car just for fun!!” As johnny said as I panicked and began crying, shaking my head and trying to get free.

In that moment however i would suddenly feel a sharp pinch in my right butt cheek, looking over my shoulder I saw Johnny had pushed a syringe 💉 in through the dress and panties into the soft skin of my ass. I couldn’t make out the writing on the syringe but as johnny pulled it back out after emptying whatever was in it into my ass he said “this is just one of the steps in your transformation sissy, Hormone injections! The pills I’m making take daily plus these syringes 💉 are Hormone Replacement Therapy. It’s time you realised and accepted the place you’ve put yourself in is permanent.” As johnny spoke tears flooded my eyes, shame, helplessness and humiliation flooded me and to make matters worse all this humiliation was making my penis strain harder than ever in its cage. At that johnny pulled me back up by my now very real feeling hair extensions and looked me in the eye.

Overwhelmed by it all I went weak at the knees and no matter how hard i tried not to, I fainted into Johnnys arm. Passed out and unconscious I was slowly becoming aware of just how fucked up my position in life was now….

[malehypnofantasy]

"Yeah, that's the good girl. That's my obedient, submissive cum dump. Yup, don't resist it. You like the taste of my cock. You like to sniff it when you take care of my laundry. You like to submit to patriarchy and let men decide for you. Fuck, I really can't give you access to the internet huh? One day, and you read up all that bullshit about toxic masculinity and weaponized incompetence and you almost slipped back to that wild feminist state you were in before the conditioning. But that's what I love about the program, having this kind of battles really rejuvenate me to keep on fighting for the sake of manhood supremacy. Heck, if only you are as easy as your faggy younger brother, but well, I like a good challenge here and there, just hoping that you'll be less of a hassle after this. Yup, uh huh, all 9 inchers in and look at that dull empty eyes, fucking, lovely. Now how long I gotta do this until your lustful horny gaze comes back this time, huh?"

[lovelykil]

OK OKAY LISTEN TO THIS LISTEN TO MY WORD being friends with the main 4 but they give you princess treatment headcannons😋 😋🤭

─Headcanons─

main 4 x reader older ver.

hc; princess treatment from the main 4

cw; none ⤵

Out of all of them I think we all know who would be most caring and gently with you

kyle, duhh

or kenny 🤔

anyway

Being the only girl in the group it's kinda rough probably even humiliating but it's okay Kyle does his best to treat you well, helping with homework, buying you lunch, driving you anywhere you need to go, and making sure he listens to EVERY detail of the gossip you found out.

Basically like a boyfriend but just friends and no kissing 💁🏾‍♀️

I mean he still rips on you time to time, you're friends with those main 4 obviously but it's to a minimum.

If you just broke up with your boyfriend or girlfriend he's totally like "girl WHAATT, WHAT HAPPENED?"

then once you explain all in tears, snot coming from your leaky nose he brings you close gently rubs your back.

"awh it's okay, you'll be fine I didn't like them anyway.. wanna get ice cream and watch horribly made romance movies?"

you sniffled, nodding and leaning away from him. "Yeah.. I wanna do that.."

"Alright I'll get more tissues to clean you up, you are a hot mess right now."

"I JUST GOT DUMPED, OBVIOUSLY IM GONNA–"

"Tissues..right!"

He's like a mom lowkey when it comes to you

Okay I'm gonna say it right here and now cartman does not give two SHITS for or about you so don't expect much from him

I mean sometimes really random times he'll ask if you want to go get drinks and maybe get your nails done... but very rarely..

"hey fag, wanna go to the mall and.. like buy stuff, maybe get our nails done too?"

"cartman that's like hella faggy.. of course I wanna do that."

You guys go to the mall, look around shop a little here and there (with your eyes) since bro was NOT finna pay for your broke ass 😭😭😭

Jk he DID buy you like a jacket you wanted, only because it looked good on him so he was just like "what the hell?" And bought you it

but just so he can steal it from you

LMAO

He did spoil you with the pedicure though at least 🤷🏾‍♀️

hmm okay stan is soo silly

bro doesn't really care much

you wanna go get drinks, got chu

get wasted on a random Wednesday night? He'll sneak over with boos

you want his shirts to wear cause you think they are cool?

gives you some and some more just for the hell of it

you guys totally match on some days

pretty chill tbh, gives you mostly anything you want he's like the chill dad just drinks all the time

Cannot say the same to Kenny though 🤕

Doesn't have any money so he can't spend much going anywhere with you

But princess treatment isn't all about money sometimes!!!11!!!!

As your friend that's a GUYY he listens carefully to the things you complain about time to time, probably pitching in some things to fix your problems too.

I'd say he likes to braid your hair as you rant off

Take you on walks just to hang out

build some Legos together that he saved up with you 😭😭😭

Quality time is his specialty fr

[br0therbf]

btw I am often happy to sext flirt etc in DMs (time permitting) do be aware of the kinda role I like to play and have most fun with before you do <3 I've started to notice that a tiny percentage of the proposals ppl send me sometimes miss the mark for what im into. Even though I enjoy hard kinks I don't play like a hard hypermasc alpha male or anything like that (no shade to those who do it's just not me) and if that's what you're looking for I won't have fun trying to be that. I'm a manipulative creepy loving perv that can be your brother if u want me too and irl I'm faggy as shit but that's frankly part of the appeal to me. When I do it its as a man. When you do it it just makes you a sissy or a girl :) and that's part of the fun of humiliating you AND playing a role that's very me

It's ok if I don't fit your personal horny bill there's many delicious people out there that will <3 MWAH

[xx-emowarz-xx]

Im listening to punk goes Pop to try to see if these are viable for drag and sometimes it gets GAY. And sometimes it is exceedingly disappointingly heterosexual. like any given artist has the opportunity to get really Faggy with it and how Faggy with it they get is highly dependent on the artist. For example, Mayday Parade's Somebody That I Used To Know cover went incredibly gay. They were like "we're gonna do a cover of a break up song where the bridge is the girl singing, and we could just sing it ourselves but I think we should get somebody else to do it." "Who should we get, we could call the chick from New Year's Day or see if Hey Monday is available" "nah let's get noted man Vic Fuentes" great 10/10 no notes. I also want to give Eat Your Heart Out a shout out here because they took Shape of You, the most boring of all straight guy songs, and some how managed to make it listenable by making it pop punk AND not changing any of the words. Not only does she say girl you know I want your love, BUT ALSO the girl refers to her as "Boy" Dykey as hell, I imagine it being sung by a beautiful butch woman in a leather vest with an industrial strength wallet chain.

Truely tracks like these on the same albums as cowards who changed the pronouns make it clear just how cowardly they are being.

[johnbrand]

Breeder Boy

Adam hoisted the suspenders up slowly, his mind numb as he went through the motions of tightening each strap around his shoulder blades.

“Yeah, that's a good boy,” his best friend Isaac affirmed from behind. “That's my good, obedient breeder boy.”

Adam blinked. He could not remember why Isaac had taken to him after college. The two were practically opposites back then. Isaac was a popular lacrosse player with girls constantly at his side. Adam had been a data analytics nerd who had only managed to kiss one boy in his entire life. And it had been an accident. Their social circles would have never intercepted if it had not been for the Intro to Psychology course they had both taken as an elective.

They had been paired as partners in a simple project exploring different subsects of therapy. Adam and Isaac had been assigned with hypnotherapy, although going in it had been obvious which one of them was actually going to do the work. That was until Adam explained to Isaac what their subject was. The nerd had been shocked to see the jock’s sudden enthusiasm for the subject. Inspired by Isaac's curiosity, Adam had tried his best to answer every question Isaac posed to him.

"You are about to have one of the best days of your life.” Adam stood still as Isaac’s arms dropped around his head, a black bowtie ready to encircle his throat. “You will smile, laugh, maybe even cry at the sheer beauty of your woman. The ceremony and reception will be branded into your memory forever.”

Adam gulped, his face still emotionless as he tried to process everything. It was like his life had changed after meeting Isaac. After that project, they would be together almost all the time. Whenever Isaac was not at practice, partying, or getting laid, then he would be with Adam. At first, Adam did not understand the sudden friendship that emerged between them, but Isaac had told him to disregard it. In fact, there were a lot of things Isaac had told Adam to forget about.

While it had been too late to completely change his major, Isaac had reasoned with Adam that an accounting degree would be much more beneficial than his current computer sciences. That way, by focusing on business, he would have more time to do what he and Isaac loved, sports. Adam had protested at first, but after Isaac’s well-crafted arguments, his opposition was cleanly dismissed. 

After graduation, Isaac was able to spend even more time with Adam. The two often discussed so many different topics that Adam could not quite remember everything they had covered. It was strange how Isaac, someone he had known for only a tiny portion of his life, had known more about Adam than even Adam did. Isaac had clarified early on that he had understood Adam’s wants, goals, and needs. Isaac had joked that Adam should just forget about his former aspirations, as he knew them better anyway.

“Yup, don't resist it…atta boy,” Isaac praised as he secured the bowtie. Adam fidgeted with his ring, the cold metal foreign to his formerly naked finger. 

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” Isaac took notice. “You like knowing you're about to be married to a woman. You like that I helped you become an alpha male. You like to submit to the patriarchy and uphold the traditional masculine supremacy.”

Adam said nothing. It had been just over five years since they had first met. Five years since Isaac had begun reshaping his life, and where was he now? At 27, Adam was a successful businessman at a firm downtown, often working with clients beside Isaac. Adam now enjoyed lacrosse, tennis, and frequent pickleball. Adam spent mornings at the gym and evenings at the bar. And right now, he was about to marry his girlfriend of almost two years, the woman he had fallen in love with and was preparing to dedicate his life to.

“Just think, back in college you were nothing more than a faggy partner for what I thought would be a blow-over of a psych class.” Isaac, his best man, brimmed with excitement. “Now you’re worthy of being a man, a real man, who’s gonna slide that straightened cock into a fertile, tight pussy tonight."

“And at the heart of it all," Isaac sneered. "you were the one who began this whole thing. My good breeder boy.”

Adam blinked. Butterflies bounced around in his stomach as he tossed the suit jacket over himself. He was excited and nervous as he approached the doors, one of the the best days of his life beginning he entered into the church hall.

"Looking good, man!" Isaac cheered before whispering. “And don’t forget, that baby you're making tonight should be named Isaac.”

Adam chuckled. Isaac had been his best bro, had known more about Adam than he himself had after all. That honor only felt right.

[dykewithbenefits]

I'm a fakegirl in a relationship with a boy who thinks he's a girl. How do I convince him he's just a faggy male crossdresser like me?

Dear anonymous,

As a fakegirl yourself, it shouldn't be all that hard to make your boyfriend realize what he truly is. 

If I may use a metaphor, detransing someone is a bit like building muscles: it's only by breaking them down first that you can make them grow. Thus, the first step would be to ruin his self-esteem. Start misgendering him "by mistake" every now and then. If he points it out, excuse yourself by saying that it's hard to use his chosen pronouns when he looks so much like a boy. Make subtle hints that he doesn't pass; that everyone who sees him thinks that he's just a crossdressing pervert. Moan his deadname during sex, compliment his boyish attributes, "accidentally" throw away his estrogen and girl clothes—literally anything to make him doubt himself. 

When he's at his lowest, offer him your help. Comfort him. Tell him that it's okay to be a gay femboy—you're one, after all. Help him build up his confidence again, but this time as a faggot boy instead of a girl. Encourage him to take the first steps of detransitioning, and be there for him the whole way.

I wish you both luck on your shared journey!

-@dykewithbenefits

[sissytrapjamie]

It’s so gross that you ever thought you could be a girl!! You’re just an icky male trying to get into womens spaces. I bet your dick gets hard every time you enter the womens room. TIMs like you should never be allowed near a real woman!! Just come make out with me in the boys room you disgusting pig

Of course you're right, they'd spot me instantly! My shoddy make up, my man hands, my adam's apple, but most of all, I can't even tuck properly. I deserve what's coming to me if I try to creep around women. How could a faggy tranny like me resist an offer like wet, sloppy, gay kissing? That's the perfect lure to get me back where I belong <3