Tr@nny Scum

you are a boy and that is all you will remain until the end of time.

you can claim to be a girl all you want, but your male cock, testicles and prostate will always tell the truth.

you'll accept your true self soon enough, silly confused boy, once i'm done jerking your aching cock off.

despite claiming you don't want it, you will get hard instantly, enjoy my firm yet gentle grip as it pumps your oiled-up manhood up & down and spill your masculine semen into my hand.

in fact, you're probably hard right now. you're enjoying this, aren't you, you little brat? god, you're such a perverted boy.

once you have achieved your male orgasm, i'll rub your own semen all over your boyful body, forever marking you as the man that you will always be. you will lay there shaking and whimpering like a pathetic boy, covered in your own manly sperm, secretly having enjoyed every second and longing to feel my touch again.

if you haven't learned your lesson, we'll go for round two. we'll go for as many rounds necessary until your perverted self leaves womanhood alone and embraces his true male nature.

and if you dare protest, i'll punch your fucking teeth in, faggot. i'll waterboard you & beat the the shit out of you until you're bruised and bleeding.

however, once you start crying like the sensitive boy that you are, i will simply stop, gently wipe your tears from your face & press my clean lips against you bruised, bloody lips. but you have to behave first. only then will i kiss you, my pathetic prince.

you're MINE.

you belong to me, boy. i am the only one in the world who could ever love a boy as pathetic and disgusting as you. never forget that.

you are a faggot. but you're *MY* faggot.

and if you behave yourself, i might just show you an ounce of love and affection. i might just pat you on your silly head.

are you ready to obey? you are? that's the spirit.

good boy.

i love you.

While browsing orientation play stuff on Tumblr, I found the mtf fakegirl tag / detransition kink. My first thought is like, uh no, even for kink purposes this doesn't do anything for me. But… Then I kinda thought about it from the other side of it? Like, imagine you get a trans girlfriend, and you start pushing her to penetrate you more and more often. She goes on progesterone and starts losing her mind about how horny she is. She has absolutely no problem getting hard and fucking you, and while she's a little hesitant at first, she gets more and more eager. She drops any semblance of a passing voice when she's fucking you, grips you harder and treats you rougher

You can't help but compliment how strong she is and how good it feels to have her manhandle you. She gets a little embarrassed but eventually she starts accepting the compliments. She likes feeling strong. She likes feeling like your protector. She's going from sort of a switchy mess who's not sure what she wants to the permanent top every night - and it is every night.

She starts dressing more butch, still keeping a feminine air about her but looking tougher and more buff than ever before. She was already working out just to keep her strength through HRT but now you can't help but watch the way her shoulders move, the size of her biceps, and remember that she's awfully tall. She gets more confident and aggressive. She holds your waist in public like you're her property. She cuts her hair shorter and stops trying to really pass.

You can't stop thinking about it. You know her deadname, and it keeps echoing in the back of your head. It's such a handsome name for a husband. You were there to encourage her to be herself but now you just want her to be your man. You want a guy who makes decisions for you and could toss you around effortlessly. You want a guy who admits that he sees you as tiny and weak, not this girl who hesitates to call you the filthy slut you are in bed for fear of scaring you. You want him - the person he never was before transitioning, but now he's earned that name. Now he owns you, and you can't help but say his name when you cum all alone.

So can you really be blamed for moaning out her deadname when she fucks you harder and more eagerly than ever before, finally tying you to the bedpost and just having her way with you? It's not your fault for wanting a man so bad, you've known for a while that you need one.

When you look up to see her face, she's pissed alright. She's furious, and she's hungry. She looks at you like she's never needed anything like she needs to destroy you right now. It's a deep growl that makes you sure you were right: "What the fuck did you just call me?"

His hands wrap around your throat and he starts to ram into you. He's not fucking you to make you feel good anymore, he's fucking you like a thing, a toy, a cocksleeve. But that's exactly what feels so good, along with his hands gripping down on your throat. Your head spins and you struggle to say his name again. He only squeezes harder, looking away from your eyes to hunch over, panting and sweating as he slams into you like an animal, pulsing harder and thicker than ever and hurting you so good.

They'd love to show you their soft tits and asses and wet, warm pussies, and maybe even let you have a feel~

They might even make out with you while stroking your cock into your pink panties~

Doesn't that sound good? Isn't some attention actually what you need?

All you have to do is stop pretending you're actually a girl. Come on, stop being silly.

Good boy puppy, such a good boy~ Now present. Awww that's a good boy sweetheart, you're such an obedient cutie pet aren't you? Uh huh, you are a cutie~ Wiggling your pretty lil puppy hips n tail like that

we have the same dead real name... it's making me feel some things when i see it on your blog,..

my head is kind of spinning,..