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they've always made fun of her for pretending to be a boy, so she tries to get away from them by hiding in the women's restroom.

A nice man could easily get me alone and tell me anything about my body and what is normal to do and I would believe him without a doubt.

I would say I was a little warm and he would tell me to take all my clothes off. I would do it without a thought and let him touch me as much as he wants because he said it's normal. when I started getting wet he would tell me that it lucky he found me because I'm a cuntboy, that's a special class of people that have to do whatever real men tell them to or else they get in serious trouble. I would thank him so much because I don't wanna get in trouble and ask him to help me as much as he can.

When he took off his clothes I would see his cock, already half hard and so different than anything I had seen. I would stare and ask him what that was and why I didn't have one and somewhere in the back of my mind I would feel something weird but I would dismiss it right away.

He would laugh at me and tell me to lay back so he can show me what my sloppy little hole is for. He would push right into me and I would know at once than he is right, this is what my whole purpose in life is: to be a little fuck toy for any dick that wants to use me.

You and your male friend are hanging out in his basement, smoking, playing video games, talking about girls. Just doing stuff for the boys, like you always do. But today, you felt a little bit different, more comfortable around him. Safe. So you finally decided to come out and tell him that you're trans.

"Wait, so like... you want to be a girl? That's fuckin weird dude..." he responds. Not the response you were looking for.

"No I mean, I was born a girl! And then I transitioned, before I even met you..." you say back, struggling with the words, not thinking it would need this much explanation. You'd assumed he suspected you were trans, but apparently not. "I wear a binder to keep my chest down, and I usually wear boy clothes, so i guess it might not be as obvious as i thought..." you whisper back at him, a little sad at how this is going.

"Wait, so you have fucking tits?" He lunges forwards and touches your chest. You yelp and try to pull away from him, but his hand stays on you. "Oh yeah, fuck dude... I feel something here blocking them..." he reaches down and grabs your shirt, starting to pull it off.

"W-wait, what are you doing?!?" You shout as your shirt flies up over your head, revealing your binder.

"Relax dude..." he responds, looking at your chest inquisitively. "Two guys seeing each other's chests is normal. What the hell is this bra you're wearing, looks uncomfortable as hell." He grabs at it and literally tears it off your chest, as you feel the sting of it snapping against your breasts. Your tits spring out immediately, showing just how large your chest really is. "Fuck dude..." he whispers in amazement. "Why the hell were you hiding these away from me?" He reaches down and grabs one of your tits, squeezing it in his hand.

"S-stop dude, that's not funny!" You shout, grabbing his hand and trying to pull it away. But he doesn't budge an inch. You'd wrestled together before and knew he was stronger than you, but he must've been holding back before, because now, he felt stronger than ever. "Please... don't..." you try to stammer out, struggling not to moan as he squeezes here, brushing your nipples with his fingers.

"Can't believe you were hiding this from me all this time... I could've been having so much fun! You could've been my tomboy girlfriend..." he says shoving you down and getting on top of you, squeezing your tits harder and causing an involuntary moan to come out of you, getting a small smirk out of him.

"I'm not a girl though!" You shout back at him, trying to shove him off. But he just smiles back.

"If you're not a girl, then what are these?" He says, squeezing your tits harder. You moan, louder than before, impossible to ignore. "And what's this?" He says, tearing a hole in the front of your sweats, revealing your nicely shaved pussy. You stare down, fear beginning to build up in your body as you realize that he's not stopping.

"And if you're a 'real man' than why don't you have one of these?" He asks, pulling out his cock. It's massive, as big as the ones you see in porn all the time. His dick is throbbing, just inches from your face, a pearly drop of precum dripping down and resting on your chin.

"Please... don't do this..." you whimper out, struggling not to cry, but also not to moan just at the sight of his dick.

"Don't worry..." he leans down, whispering into your ear. "You're going to love it." And with that, he shoves his dick straight into your pussy, no lube, no preparation. Surprisingly, it doesn't hurt at all, probably because you're already soaked just from thinking about what he's doing to you. You cry out, half a scream for help, half a moan as he thrusts in and out of you, making you feel things you never have when you've masturbated.

"Fuck, you weren't lying last month when you said you were a virgin, you feel so fucking good around my cock, slut..." he grunts out, thrusting into you furiously, without any care for you pleasure. Despite that, it feels great. You hate that he's doing this, you hate that he's fucking you like a girl, that he's fucking you at all. But you can't deny the physical pleasure of the whole situation... still, you try to get him to stop.

"Please, please s-stop!" You yell, holding in a moan while he slaps your tits and fucks you harder. "I'm not a girl, d-don't fuck me like one!" You'd prefer if he wasn't fucking you at all, but that's as much as you can ask for.

"Shut it, bitch. You hid this from me for so long, the least you can do to repay me is to let me use your pussy how I want... I'm going to use you all night, fucking you and cumming in you over and over..."

Your heart stops for a moment and your eyes grow wide. "Cumming in m-me...?" You ask, looking up at him with fear. "You can't! I'm not on birth control or anything!!" You grab his arms and try to push him off, but it's no use.

"Oh? I thought you were a "man" though? Men can't get pregnant, so I'll cum in you all I want... then we'll see..." he says, thrusting harder and harder. You can tell that he's already getting close to cumming, judging from the speed he's going at. You do your best to try and push him off, all while begging him to stop over and over, but it's no use. After just a few minutes, he finally plunges his cock deep inside of you, so far and fast that it actually makes you cum, squeezing his cock even harder as it starts finishing inside of you, filling you up with a feeling of warmth, overflowing and hitting every inch inside your pussy with his seed. After a minute or so of you both orgasming and panting, he collapses on top of you, with his cock still inside of you, and gives you a nice, intimate kiss. You try and push him off now, but it's still no use. He's too big, too strong to get off of you, like any real man is.

"Fuck..." he whispers out, kissing you again and again as you try to avoid his mouth. "That was amazing... we're doing that again as soon as I get hard." He props himself up on his elbows and looks down at you, relishing in the look of pure terror still sitting on your face. "You're a really good actor, with this whole "man" character you've been playing. But let's see how good of an act you can put up when your belly starts swelling in a few months..."

All of a sudden, the tune starts to change. People don't seem as mad about trans degenerates any more and there is even talk about a new health care plan.

Then they finally announce it, you can have it all, you can change all your documents, free HRT for life, all the surgeries you want. But first you have to sign up for the repopulation program.

When you turn 18 you are taken away and pumped full of fertility drugs. You go through training. Hypnosis, aphrodisiacs, pornography, first hand training to make you the perfect slut. You get any flaws fixed and are taught how to make yourself always look like a perfect woman. Then it starts.

Three years. Three children. You let men use you however and whenever they want to knock you up. Mostly it's in the facility but as the program gets more popular they let you go into town and the men are allowed to dump as much cum in you as they like. You are so well trained you thank them all afterwards.

Just three years, after the first baby your hips are huge and your tits have grown to match. But you can get through it.... What was it that you wanted to do again? Sometimes it's hard to remember. It just feels so good to be groped and used all the time.

And they take such care of you. A gym to keep in shape and a trainer to help you be your best. Spas whenever you want to make sure your hair and skin is soft and healthy. The best and healthiest food and they teach you how to make it with the other ...girls? Girls! They can all help out with you. It's nice to help out and make yummy foods with your friends!

The second baby pumped your tits up even more and you look ridiculous with them laying round and heavy on your swollen pregnant belly, your third one now almost ready to come out. You feel so horny while the doctor man is talking to you. He can see you don't understand some of the big words and so he just asks you if you want to leave and be a boy and get a job and pay bills or if you want to stay with all your cute friends and make more babies. What a silly question! You tell him you wanna stay and can you please suck his dick before you go?

You lean forward and see another girl already under the desk and he tells you that you have to share, so you giggle and thank him before joining in.

"Oh, I'm sorry baby. I just couldn't help myself. Your pussy is so pretty, and it's a shame to not let people see it. Besides, everyone thinks you're a dude, so no one knows it's you. They just think they're jerking off to some random woman. Maybe it'll be good for you to see that your tight little pussy is still desirable to other men. Maybe it'll convince you to stop hiding it."

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he dresses you in a thin, flowy crop top that completely puts your fat udders and nipples on display if you lift your arms at all, and a cute thin and flowing miniskirt! pleasers on and no panties of course 🥰

then he would take you on a walk on a windy day in the city so that anytime the wind would blow, your female body would be exposed and visible.

when walking in front of men, he’d purposely drop things from his pocket to make you bend over and retrieve them. of course, resigned to knowing what’s coming each time, you bend over, feel the cold wind on your bare lips as the skirt material gently brushes and flaps over your sensitive labia, grab the item, and then stand back up and keep walking. sometimes you hear gasps or chuckles from behind you. when that happens, you know you’re going to be whored out embarrassingly.

he’d snap his fingers, and you’d have to turn around to face the man, lift your arms up above your head, and jump up and down 7 times while making an ahegao face. Fat heavy tits swinging and flopping around like a cow.

if the man starts laughing again (which many do out of pure shock from being flashed), you’d hear another snap, and have to pull your skirt up and hump your shaved pussy in the air towards him 7 times as well!

it’s not embarrassing. it’s not humiliating! this is what women are for. sex entertainment! you need to stop pretending to be male and accept what you are.

after you’ve shown the stranger your assets like a prostitute, if he approaches, you’re forced to let him grope you however he pleases while your owner records the whole thing. It’ll be for a compilation meditation video. A video of all the times you’ve acted like a trashy whore in public at your owners commands, and looking like you’re enjoying it. A video of you being violated and acting like a sex-craved whore out in the open, while sex noises and detrans brainwashing subliminals play.

“it’s not embarrassing. it’s not humiliating! this is what women are for. sex entertainment!”

and you’ll watch it over and over again until you no longer feel scared or dysphoric! soon, you’ll be out in public shaking your tits and humping your pathetic little naked pussy in the air for men with horrible intentions without your owner there! completely offering up your body like a stupid brainless toy to random men when no one else is around. who knows what could happen then? all that goes through your head when you see a man is, “man!!!! man with cock!!! show tits??? show cunt???? shake shake shake bounce bounce bounce!!!!”, and you have no other working thoughts in that mind until you feel a huge cock pulsing inside you. You just let that tongue hang out and take whatever’s coming. Lucky for you, he’d make sure you were leashed to a bench so they can’t run off with you. But they’d still try.

Fuck, you even do it to police officers. They’d arrest you, but they realize it’s easier to just get away with sticking their dicks in your holes, cumming in you, and walking away.

You’re basically the town’s free whore. We can only take you out at night because of your stupid slut training - otherwise you’d hump anything that moves. But it’s good this way. No more dysphoria or thoughts of being a man! No real thoughts at all. Just cock and cum and tits and pussy! Cummies and fuckies and bouncing boobies!!!! Babbling shit like “Cock in me cock in me cock inside me please sir please cock and cum to complete me I need I need please please please give me cock” and men just chuckle at how fucked in the head you are before stuffing that mouth full to make you shut up. Some of them get a little concerned about your mental faculties, but they immediately move on when their cock is being sucked by you. You’re just a leashed slut with no say. But you want it. You want all of this. It’s why you rub your female cunt every night.

you sit in a sterile waiting room, it looks just like a normal waiting room for a doctors office except the walls are painted a very soft pink, and the seats in the room are also a shade of pink. the nurse at the desk is very visibly pregnant, rubbing her belly as she clicks away at her computer. the room is filled with other patients waiting, but something is very different about them as well.

unlike a normal doctors waiting room, all of the waiting patients have their hands feet cuffed together, and a gag firmly planted in their mouths= this includes you. and just like all the other patients, your also completely nude other than your restraints. but oddly enough, you dont feel worried, instead you feel sleepy and calm. Soon the nurse calls your full government name- your "deadname" and instead of you getting up to great the nurse, two sweety tempered nurses come and get you. they gently pull you to your feet and undo the ankle restraints so you can walk with them. You follow them down the hall and soon you wind up in what seems to be a normal hospital room- but once again pink.

in the middle of the room a chain hangs down from the ceiling with a sturdy hook, and your cuffs are adjusted so your hands can be hooked above your head. this means not only can you not escape, but your girly breasts are fully on display. the nurses leave, and you squirm a little but it does anything. Even though you feel sleepy and calm, seeing your female body presented for the mirror in front of you makes you feel dysphoric. Sure you may be covered in peach fuzz, but your body still has a distinctly female form.

Soon a flurry of makeup, hair, and nail specialists come in. Not only do they attach hair extensions, but they also give you acrylics they know will not be easily removed. One works on shaving your body and face, while another takes photos and films the whole ordeal. it takes about 4 hours, but at the end of it you look more girly than you ever did before.

after a few weeks of this, his vocab starts to slip. he orders for you at the five star restaurants he takes you to: "she'll have the..." he tells you it's for your safety, after all, no one can tell you're a man when all your feminine curves are on display. then it makes its way into the bedroom: "good girl," he praises when you cum on his cock. you feel your cunt twitch; surely it's just from the orgasm.

anal object insertion for a no makeup day.

licking the toilet seat for an hour of wearing boxers.

flashing a stranger for a day of wearing your binder.

how pathetic will you make yourself to cure your “dysphoria”?