Sometimes I think to myself: we're in a golden age of exploitable fakeboys, aren't we?
Everyone knows what being trans is, now - so "what if I'm really a boy" gets asked by girls who once it would never have occurred to. And in many places, it's accepted enough that "being a boy" is accessible even to girls who wouldn't really be able to face much social disapproval. But at the same time, it's marginalized enough to seem cool and countercultural.
Experiences with testosterone are common enough that trans "boys" have all seen the anecdotes about how it can turn you into a hairy beast of a man - but every story of "I was a butch dyke until T made me a submissive bitch desperate for a baby in my belly" still comes as a surprise.
It's the age of social media - so countless other fakeboys are just a click away, ready to help pull a new girl deeper as soon as she dips her toes in - and also the age of social media isolation, so instead of getting laid at parties, all the girls are at home touching themselves, getting more and more desperate for cock.
And maybe best of all: most men haven't even discovered this. It's as if just as many girls were ready to be groupies, but no one had heard about rock and roll. All you have to do is call a girl by the right set of pronouns - "he" or "she", depending on the girl and how wet she's gotten - and she'll be desperate to spread her legs for you. But the conservative guys are nearly all too clueless - and the liberal guys too scared or too pious - to take advantage.
It's perfect. It's a golden opportunity, like being in Haight-Ashbury with a guitar in the 60s.
And every time I think about it, I think to myself:
How many of them can I knock up before the moment passes?
I feel this way as well. The best cock hungry whores are at home, high, touching themselves.
Yeah you’re totally a man or whatever… now get on your back and spread your pussy for me to use
