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Thinking about begging my college to put me in the male housing, only for me to get a transphobic jock roommate. After weeks of watching me fail to hide my curves while changing, he'd decide to make me pay for trying to be one of the boys. He'd initiate joking play-westling, but it would end with him yanking my shorts off and pushing me into a mating press. He'd slap his cock against my cunt, lining them up and making me compare them. While I helplessly tried to kick my legs, he'd push deep into me, and my humiliation would only make me wetter. He'd promise to pull out if I told him my deadname, but then he'd push in balls deep and cum right against my cervix while moaning my deadname into my ear.

I worry that despite my ftm identity, everyone notices my feminine curves under my baggy clothes, and everyone knows I have a weak female body. You're probably thinking that it would be so easy to grab my slim waist and force me up against a wall or into a bed. You could shove your cock into my fertile pussy even as I try to escape, your strong hands easily pinning my squirming hips in place. Those wide hips would only make you angrier. They were clearly designed for carrying your children, but I've been ignoring my biological destiny by pretending to be a man. I would beg you to pull out, but after you shot your hot cum deep into me, I would just go limp and start to cry in defeat. We would fall asleep with your cock still inside of me, plugging all your virile cum inside my womb, making sure that it impregnates me.