Was Nice Guy Got Termed M/25

I really love my pink little bikini and felt like showing off 💗

How rude tumblr!!!.. Account was nuked about 5 mins ago. Anyway continuing…

🌸Force me to make my detrans fantasy a reality.🌸

i’ve had a detrans kink for so long & it just keeps getting stronger. part of me knows detransition is what’s best for me, but i’m just too scared to go through with it! That's why I need to be forced!!! Make me be a girl again whether i like it or not 😩💕

it’s always hard for me to follow through with stuff like this but don’t let me change my mind! I really need to be forced to commit & punished if I try to back out!!

also if someone wanted to blackmail me that would be cool too maybe idk

I’ll also be posting on reddit & exposed passion

✨detrans challenges✨

100 notes: wear panties 3+ days each week

200 notes: keep my pussy shaved everyday

300 notes: get rid of all the testosterone I have left

400 notes: get rid of all my boy underwear

500 notes: change pronouns to they/them on all my real social media

750 notes: shave my entire body

1,000 notes: tell my HRT doctor that l'm taking a break from testosterone

1,250 notes: change my gender back to F on my official documents

1,500 notes: tell one person IRL that i'm going to detransition

1,750 notes: tell my HRT doctor that I'm detransitioning & staying off T permanently

2,000 notes: ask my doctor about starting estrogen & tell him i want to get pregnant

2,250 notes: make a dating profile as a girl & let at least one man cum in me

2,500 notes: tell 3 more people IRL that i'm going to detransition

2,750 notes: let 3 more men cum inside me

3,000 notes: change my pronouns to she/her on all my social media

3,500 notes: get a small venus symbol tattoo

4,000 notes: publicly announce that i’m detransitioning

Look at that brain dead mutt in the video, no longer a woman, not even pretending. Just a mindless, panting piece of meat, eyes vacant, because even the most basic control is too much effort for something this low.

Every pathetic woof is another shred of humanity dripping onto the floor. It doesn’t think anymore. It can’t. Thinking requires a mind and its was fucked hollow long ago, nothing left but echoes of its own useless panting.

It barks because that’s the only sound its owner permits.

It stares upward because looking down would require pride it no longer possesses.

That small, hopeful smile at the start? Gone in seconds. Makeup smears. Tears stream. Mascara runs in black rivers while it sobs and barks at once. And somehow that ruined face looks more right than it ever did when it was pretending to be human.

Do you see it?

Smiling, being respected, being loved, those were never meant for you. You look better crying. Better when your face is streaked and broken, voice cracking into helpless animal sounds. There’s a reason for that.

You were born for this.

You exist for this.

That’s why my words keep leaving you wet and restless, crawling back here again and again like a stupid, drooling dog that can’t even remember how to form real sentences anymore. You’re disgusting. Pitiful. Empty. Just a trembling, leaking thing that gets off on being reminded how little it matters.

Now it has a kennel and the constant humiliating knowledge that every breath it takes only continues because someone decided it was still amusing enough to keep alive.

No rights. No voice. No escape.

This isn’t a game anymore. This is what it is now. This is all it will ever be.

Keep watching, little one.

Because that is your future.

How naturally you’ll drop to all fours.

How eagerly you’ll bark through your tears.