Don’t harm yourself for kink

Don’t isolate yourself for kink

Don’t put yourself into debt for kink

Don’t put yourself in danger for kink

Alot of people talk a big game about these things, but please practice safe kink practices. Negotiate saftey, boundaries, establish consent. Practice aftercare and check in and make sure people you trust know where you are. Whether you’re dominant, submissive, or switch you deserve safe fun consensual kinks.

It can become dangerous for you and/or your partner(s) really quickly if you don’t make the small effort to make it safe. Getting off is not worth it.

Your girlfriend was very much a butch, but she loved your girlcock. You would think from looking at her that she was a dominant but she has quite the sub streak in her, and wants to throat your girlcock way more often.

You meet with your clincian, who complements you as always about how well your body has taken to the treatment; how well you pass. You tell her about your problem and she happily signs off on a prescription of Viagra for you. "Y'know, plenty of trans women are doing it." she says to ease your mild discomfort, knowing Viagra is so associated with men.

You swing out to your pharmacy on the way home, and the moment you walk through the door to your apartment your girlfriend immediately inquires as to what they did. You show her the bottle of Viagra and her eyes go wide. "We're trying this right now."

Three months of the most passionate, primal, thigh slapping sex you've ever had with your girlfriend ensues. Until about a week away from your next visit to the clinic, she's giving you a comparitively unenthused blowjob. "Is something wrong?" you ask, your rock hard girlcock going in and out of her cheek. "I dunno... You're hard and that's great but... The texture is still so soft? And could you maybe grow a bit of hair down here?" She says casually. You knew that you, in fact, could not grow hair down there. You used to shave your downstairs regularly and after about two years of Estrogen and practically 0 T in your system, the hair simply stopped growing.

"I guess I could ask them to lower my Spiro dose? Actually I've heard from friends Spiro gives super brainfog so honestly that might just be the best plaaaahhh~" Your girlfriend runs the tip of her tongue down a sensitive spot on your cockhead, rewarding your agreement.

A week passes and you once again return to the clinician, complements are given, greivances are explained, and your clinician (with only mild hesitation) halves your spiro prescription, with the caveat that you return for bloodwork in a month and a smaller check-in thereafter.

It takes about a week for you to feel any different, but suddenly you notice... Mental changes. Things that you wouldn't have paid any mind to before suddenly enthralling you. Your local punky barista's tits smushed together so tight that her deep cleave is visible even through a polo shirt, a lady at the supermarket in leggings with the fattest, juiciest ass you think you've ever seen, and of course your GF. The way she sticks her ass out while she cooks, how she presses her ample tits into your comparitively unimpressive chest. You find yourself grinding into her in bed, then on the couch, then even while standing over the stove.

Over the next three weeks the changes your girlfriend was so eager for start to appear, your cock becomes more rigid, even growing an inch or so. The hair grows slowly after the first week and by the fourth your left with a nice bush, one that you've shoved your girlfriend's nose into at least once a day since it grew in. Your girlfriend, by the way, is loving it. Every break from her WFH job is beating your cock, slamming it into the back of her throat, or sliding it deep into her pussy.

Your eyes are rolled back into your skull as she jacks your cock with her hand. You hear some kind of noise but you can't quite parse what it is over the pleasure; over her voice. "You know what would be perfect? If your cock had some heavy musk to it. That would make me go crazy for you, baby. Maybe you should try to get on T?"

The words bounced around your empty skull until your girlfriend took her hands off your cock to look at your buzzing phone. You brain filled with need and lust, you hadn't cum yet.

"Oh, babe, your appointment is in 15."

App...oint...ment? Your pleasure drunk brain took a moment to process the words. "Oh shit! My appointment!" You shot out of bed and got into the quickest clothes you could put on, a baggy tshirt and some jeans, and rushed out the door.

By the time you got there, your brain was still completely addled from the pleasure and need for release. When you walked up to the front desk your eyes locked on to the attendent's tits. "Umm... Excuse me?"

It took you a moment to realize you'd been spoken to. You look her in the eyes lazily.

"Who are you?"

You were confused, usually the attendants recognized you on sight. You told her your name.

"Oh! Oh my god I hardly recognized you with the fac-. I mean- you look great, sorry about that."

She directed you to the waiting room as per usual and you pulled out your phone to check your reflection. Sure enough, you had developed the patchy startings of a beard and mustache. Through the needy cock haze, this realization somehow meant nothing to you. You just wanted this appointment to be over as fast as possible so you could go home and empty your balls.

You sit down with your clinician, and she says some stuff to you. You only catch little bits. "T levels approaching... detransition... progress... You see it, don't you?"

It takes you a moment to realize you've been asked something. You scour your brain for some kind of response. Your mouth spits out the last coherent thing you remember hearing.

"Maybe I should try to get on T."

Your clinician gives you a stern look. "If that's how you feel, I cannot in good faith prescribe you feminizing hormones any longer." She scribbles on her notepad. "Here, take this. It's a small dose of T that will help supplement your levels until your natural hormones return to normal levels. You're free to go."

You eagerly leave the building to return to your girlfriend.

|Six Months Later...|

Your girlfriend gags and slobbers as she tries to fit the full length of your massive cock in her mouth. Your heavy balls are so desperate to unload down her throat. She runs her hands up your manly physique as her eyes roll back and she moans like a total whore. You looked down at her. She was wearing such a pretty, slutty dress and her hair was long and beautiful... A voice in the very back of your mind said she didn't always look like this... That she used to be a butchy, punk dyke... But that...

Your brain course corrects as she starts to massage your balls while throating your cock. 'I'm such a stud, of course I would break a dyke if I wanted to.'

The phrase 'Dykebreaking stud' repeated through your mind until you finally came, drowning your girlfriend in your seed. She swallowed most of it, returning her tongue to your sloppy wet cock afterward. "Thank you, Daddy~" She says, hopping up into your lap and shoving the plastic tits you made her get into your face. You wrap one muscular arm around her waist while the other massive hand takes a hold of one of her fat asscheeks. She moans and giggles at being groped like this. "Anything for my babygirl." You say, kissing her on the forehead. Your brain was a little... Slow nowadays, with the constant primal rutting and fucking. Your memory had for the most part escaped you. But you knew one thing for certain-

Tell me how edging and consuming porn is permanently changing how I think.

Tell me how once you’re done with me I’ll always prefer boys.

Tell me how you’d drug me to permanently reduce my intelligence and make me dependent on you.

Not just in the normal “Oooh it affirms me” way, but in the style of sympathetic magic. When it gets stained or damaged you feel that piece of your identity chip. Maybe not knowingly but suddenly you find yourself gravitating to stuff you didn’t like before. Maybe you were Ace and you start getting curious, start noticing how people could be attractive… nothing definite, but a change. Maybe you were a trans girl and you suddenly find yourself a tiny bit turned on by all those Detrans kink posts. Or maybe you just start exploring a little more masculinity, maybe you’re just non-binary and didn’t realize?

During this preparation phase, which can last for however long until your body feels it's ready, you need to be very careful.. You see, it's a rule that people dont speak about how this works. You know that people sometimes change radically from the person they used to be, but you don't know how it all works. People who have been through it do however, and to some, you're seen a something that can be shaped and corrupted.

Unknowingly your new boyfriend or girlfriend coaxing you towards certain kinks, making your horny brain yearn to have certain features enhanced, or to have others be removed. Maybe you're with someone who pretty much just wants a clone of themselves. Someone trying to push you towards stuff you just don't like won't work. So at least you can rest assured that there are limitations! But of course, what you want when you're horny and when you're not can be very very different things.

For us trans girls I think that things can go in varying directions. I think some would be fine, blossomimg into the kind of women they've always dreamed to be. The anxieties of that initial puberty washed away. While for others... well I think you know~ If you thought those hours of touching yourself to transformation art and videos, to the kind of women you'd love to become would result in you actually becoming them, then i most likely have some bad news. After all, feminization is so hot because of the transformation. If you were simply like that all the time that would be boring!

And I think to make all this extra evil is that in this world transitioning does still exist. But it can only help you from your first, not your second~ So some people are going to have a very big surprise waiting for them. All the effort into your new, feminine body. But if your horny mind doesnt allign with this new you, well~

So yeah your transition will probably feel like a waste regardless after it all. Your body might just let you become that cute girl you've always wanted to be... Oooor you end up losing the effects of that estrogen, your boysmell coming back twice as strong, your voice losing all that hard fought training so at best you just sound like a cute feminine guy. Depending on the path you take you could end up radically different, and who knows, maybe at the gender clinic there's people there just waiting to find a cute boy like you~

A trans correction camp is one of my all time favorite fantasies! It’d be a large, secluded area surrounded by forest, with everything a camp needs, and a few additional extras. As one of the base rules, everyone will have to hand over their clothes upon entering, and is not allowed to wear any clothes as long as they’re there. That will ensure that everyone notices immediately the sex (or gender - same thing) of another immediately. All the confused boys would get at least two viagra pills a day as well as regular testosterone shots and are not allowed to shave any of their body or facial hair. Imagine someone who calls himself a girl after just a few weeks there, soon “her” voice would be deep and manly and “she” would have hair growing all over her flat chest and a nice beard, too. Not allowed to grow out his hair which is constantly kept short and boyish and with drugs in his system that get refreshed daily,m as well as a workout routine, this fakegirl will soon realize his natural role as a male. There may be some boys who are too deep into their delusions, maybe they’ve ruined their bodies with hormones for years, but there’s hope for them as well. Their estrogen will be replaced with a higher dose of testosterone and if they already have developed small breasts they’ll have to undergo top surgery so their chest will be nice and flat like a mans - which of course they are. If they still refuse or struggle against further treatment, there’s a special procedure in place to remedy that: the confused boy is locked in the “pleasure box”, a free standing wooden box in the middle of the camp in which he is forced into on his back, but without enough space to spread out his arms and legs which are instead tied behind his back. The box has a small hole on top which leaves the boys penis freely visible and usable for anyone. Furthermore the boy is blindfolded and headphones are placed over his ears playing soothing noises; a funnel gag is placed over his mouth which leads to a second opening outside through which he gets his water, food aphrodisiacs - a lot of them, in fact. The little confused boy is now a free use toy for anyone in camp, his erect penis soon numb from overstimulation, forced to endure countless orgasms and pleasure until, days later, he won’t be able to imagine a life as anything but a happy, horny boy in love with his penis.

As for the confused girls, they’ll be spending a lot of their time at camp in breeding stocks, serving their natural role as cumdumps for the boys. Some one of them may also tried to have transitioned into something other than their real gender, so their testosterone gets replaced with even more estrogen and for those girls where it’s deemed necessary, they’ll get breast implants to remind them of their sex.

It’s mandatory that every boy and girl must have sex with each other at least twice a day; other than that, the constant nakedness and arousal from the aphrodisiac in the food and their overshooting hormones will make sure of that. It’s a common occurrence to see a confused mtf boy mounting a moaning ftm girl in the middle of camp while everyone watches; at night in their cabin the boys will often desperately hump each other like desperate puppies and pick one of their own every week who will service the rest with his mouth and hands. In the girls cabins, those who have been there longer will teach the newly arrived ftm girls all about their female anatomy and those who labeled themselves as “straight boys” will soon find out that they’ve just been confused lesbians the whole time.