Mtftm Detranser

I'm 26, mtf, and use she/her pronouns. I'm a lesbian and don't really change that or have any interest in men. I'm primarily a stone top, but I'm okay with being touched and kissed. I usually refer to my genitals as a hen.

All this stuff is kink, I don't genuinely believe any of it. If you do, fuck off, you're not welcome here. The fun thing about this kink is it's allowing me to dissect a whole bunch of internalized brainworms about my body and how other people perceive it.

You can send me nudes or lewd comments or fantasies, and I'll respond to them, although I might not respond back with nudes. I love interacting with fake girls and fake boys, and won't really interact with cis guys.

Now what you came here for ...

Kinks:

Deadnaming, misgendering, detrans, cnc, armpits, smells, masculinity, breeding, pregnancy

Hard Limits:

My scent was the first thing that changed when I started poisoning my body with estrogen. I know it'll be the first thing that goes when I inevitably get off it.

I'm sure the scent of my sweat would be the first to change. Maybe it'd be a hot and humid day, I'd come home, and get a whiff of something that smells unmistakably like a man. It smells so gross. I'm sure I'd be surprised at first, my partner doesn't smell like that at all ... so ... I get a whiff of my armpit, and ... it's me ... I smell like a man. Weeks of not being on estrogen or a T blocker has led to this. I take another whiff, and fuck, I look down and my cock is harder than it's ever been. My cock is straining through my pants and you can clearly see the outline of it. I rush upstairs, undress, and instantly, I can't help myself, my hand rushes down to my cock and starts stroking it.

Pre-cum has stained my boxers. My hand is covered in slick.

I keep stroking, my nose going to my armpit to get more of that unmistakably male smell. It smells soo fucking gross. I used to hate how men smelled and now? I'm harder than I've ever been in my life, stroking my cock faster and faster.

I catch a whiff of another scent and I bring my hand up to my nose. It smells like fish and bleach. It smells exactly like how my cum used to smell when I was guy.

Fuck.

I'm producing sperm again. I'm producing enough sperm that it's changing the smell of my cum back to what it should've been.

I grunt, my voice training failing me, and the sound comes out exactly like a man's ... deep and low.

I neeeeed to embrace my biological purpose. I need to let my body produce testosterone again so I can rut into some fake boy and dump all of my seed in her and get her pregnant. That's her destiny. My destiny is spreading my seed.

I need to feel my balls produce all that virile semen that will surely get some girl pregnant the first try. I need her to tell me how masculine I am, how much I smell like the other men she's fucked. I need her to point out all the features about my body that used to make me dysphoric, so that I can feel some positivity towards it.

Tell me how much of a man I've become since I've let my body produce what it was always meant to produce. No more tug of war with estrogen, just giving into biological reality and letting it take me where it wants.