Shit, I dunno

ok well i was willing to play reasonable ball with this and then i saw that the "afab intersex people who consider themselves transfem are stealing the transfem experience from real trans women” post i was referencing is literally on your blog. so well i guess i know what you think the unreasonable statements are

here’s the post you reblogged. this one could really either just be weirdly out of touch or directly transmisogynistic. if only there were tags to tell us which it is!

after some time, they are bouncing from side to side and i can see them realize they need to pee. they ask to be excused and i don’t let them. i ask them to continue explaining it to me, in extreme detail.

they start to stop using technical language, and are unable to ask some of my questions as they are panting with their hands desperately grabbing their crotch

“please. it’s gonna come out”

“keep talking. you’re my smart pet, aren’t you?”

eventually they devolve into just whining and “i don’t know”s being said for every question i ask. unable to say or do anything other than beg me to let them go. their mind has no more room for anything other than the growing pressure in their bladder.

Deciding to wear a miniskirt or minidress. Maybe you know how short it is, very visibly showing the back of your panties and also letting them just peek out the front. Maybe youre in a rush and throw it on, not realising how much is exposed.

Either way most of your time out is normal, until you start getting desperate, you leave it for a while and keep an eye out for bathrooms but before you realise it youre squirming and fidgeting and pressing your legs together. While you're now more frantically looking for the bathroom, the movement does nothing to help your need, small drops leaking from your twitching bladder.

It takes a few minutes but you spot a bathroom sign and, fighting to not slide your hands between your legs to hold yourself, rush over to them.

You get into a bathroom and realise there's only a few cubicles, so you're forced to stand and squirm while waiting for a turn.

The sounds of taps running, people relieving themselves and toilets flushing forced me to finally dig my hands between my thighs and tense my shaking legs.

A stall frees up and you rush in, the movement causes you to spurt in your panties, you thankfully rip your panties down and sit down, relief washing over you as your bladder rapidly empties.

Until you look down.

And you realise your light grey panties have a large dark patch in them.

With no other options you're forced to pull your wet panties back up and try to pull your skirt down a little further to cover them.

You realise this might've not been a good outfit choice. The skirt does nothing to cover the wet spot and can't be pulled down any further over your hips.

inchresting characterization moment. she does seem pretty okay with checking bunches of things with Kris

Maybe we’re at the park, you make me walk in front of you as you stare at my ass through the miniskirt you insisted I wore. There’s a wet spot visible from how long you’ve been toying with my cunt. You hum in delight as I leak a little down my legs with every jolt and buzz..

Or perhaps we’re at a friends house, while I struggle not to ruin their brand new couch. I’m having a conversation and you increase the speed every time I open my mouth.. I yelp and my friend asks me if I’m okay, completely oblivious to you in the kitchen where you’re seemingly scrolling on your phone..

single mother of 6 chara dreemurr