Angry fag

It's amazing how often a girl taking testosterone because she wants to be a man just ends with her taking a man's cum, doesn't it?

I hadn't heard that particular explanation before, but it's far from the first time I've heard "I never wanted to have a cock inside me until I started T, and now it's all I can think about." It's as if Mother Nature has a backup plan, for girls who won't do what they should. The hormone of masculinity just makes you want to have your legs forced open.

Your "T-dick" being numbed is just the cherry on top. You wanted to be like a real man, with a real cock - but a man's cock matters. Your clit doesn't. And trying to be a man just gives you a useless lump of flesh that doesn't even give you pleasure.

even just feeling a brush of my boyfriend’s hard penis against my body activates my female reproductive system for mating. i can feel my clitoris begin to stiffen and grow sensitive, my vagina begins to drip and relax to invite his cock inside, and i’m overwhelmed by the urge to lay back and spread my legs so he can’t resist penetrating my pink, wet, clenching pussy.

once he’s truly claiming my pussy, on top of me holding my body bent in half so he can slam his penis in and out of my babyhole at will, it feels so right to surrender all control of the situation and accept that being female means he can do whatever he wants to my body, and that my body now exists to lay there helpless and pleasure his cock. even if i tried to push him out, the contractions of my vagina would only further stimulate his penis and cause him to orgasm inside of me quicker.

when i feel his breathing get heavier and his penis start to harden and lengthen, preparing to inseminate me, i feel ecstatic. my pussy naturally clamps down around his cock, causing overwhelming pleasure for both of us as he loses control and thrusts fast and hard and so deep inside that it hurts. i can always feel him harden the last bit and shove himself as deep as he can inside me to cum, following the most basic male sexual urge to impregnate a female.

nothing turns me on like his masculine grunting and moaning as he thrusts, thrusts, thrusts, and finally slams so deep he hits my cervix and pumps his semen right into it. each pump of sperm into my unprotected pussy is ecstasy. i feel whole, i feel womanly, i feel bred. he stays there with his still-hard penis inside me, making tiny little thrusts to keep pleasuring his penis with my pussy, and to make sure his sperm doesn’t leak out too much.

Fakegirls and fakeboys giving each other corrective makeovers. Using what we learned faking the other gender to swap back the right way around. Maybe mutually, peacefully, a friendly exchange of projecting our own gender euphoria sources onto each other. Getting it out of our systems therapeutically the right way, onto to right gender.

But maybe in a hotly toxic way. Fakeboy creeps up behind fakegirl and snips off his ponytail with scissors. He responds by pinning her down and forcing make up onto her face. She rips the stuffing out of his bra to reveal the slightly overgrown pecs, so he uses her scissors back on her, snipping the middle of her binder open, leaving her udders hanging out. Name calling insues, faggot, whore, pindick, dumb bitch.

i dont know whether hormonally im just in the right place or now that im working out more my body is responding to the lifestyle changes in unexpected ways...

but oh my god, putting my bra on this morning i just realised how fucking sensitive my tits are

i ordinarily love a bit of titty play - having them pushed and rolled and cupped by a larger pair of hands - recently experimented with lube on tits too just to see how they felt while more slippery n frictionless (beautiful sensation btw)

and ugh don't get me started on when someone starts focussing on the nipples - rolling them between fingers or even having a harder grasp on them if they're between two knuckles - and having a mouth wrapped around one, sucking n licking n even throwing in the occasional scrape of teeth only if you're really trying to make my knees weak)

but right now? honestly?

i can feel how hard my nipples are from beneath my bra and i think they're poking so hard that there's gonna be indents against the shirt im wearing from through the bra, just from how hard n ready my nipples are just for someone to slip their hand under my work shirt and cup a breast - make me gasp at the informality and salaciousness of such an intimate and sexual action in work

but then make me melt in your palm and bite back on my law-abiding shock by ripping a moan from me because of how good even the slightest of touches feels while you're holding my tits n playing with them when they're this sensitive

who knows, squeeze too hard and you could probably make me yelp from the pain, too.

rub on the tip of my nipples until they're constantly hard. pull on them, knead them, have me moaning and panting and leaking and then give them a nice slap and send me on my way

make sure im thinking about what soft girly breasts i have all day. make sure they tingle from being edged no matter what i do

I'm simultaneously dysphoric & incredibly turned on? The heaviness of my chest serves as a constant reminder of my female body. Not just to myself, but everyone around me—I haven't been gendered as male even once this year 💕

You know that your "starting out slow" was already you acting like a good girl, don't you?

Men don't post nudes for attention. Fakeboys as a group seem incapable of figuring this out - which is one of several reasons that they're a gift to straight men - but they don't. Or at the very least, not for strangers. Men aren't commodified in the way that girls are, and so they don't expect attention and praise for giving it away for free.

Small wonder that you got "mis"gendered, when people were looking at your female body as the result of you acting like a girl. But it is a powerful conditioning force, isn't it? Having people treat you as a girl while giving you the attention you crave and telling you how much they want to fuck you.

The rest follows naturally. Of course you can rub your "masculinity" away - it goes no deeper than a layer of paint. Of course your cunt is dripping. Of course you dream of your belly swelling and your freedom shrinking.

Now, now; this is just a negative way of framing things. You haven't failed at anything - you've just avoided a silly mistake!

You can't throw a rock in this part of Tumblr without hitting a girl who cut off her breasts and now just has to wish that she could still show off her cleavage. You can. You're still in the prelapsarian paradise of girlhood that all those fakeboys wish they could return to.