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"shinigami eyes is an extension for trans people-"
nope, sorry, it's for transfems specifically.
"-to check accounts for transphobia-"
you mean transmisogyny.
"but trans women started using it to-"
it was ours to begin with.
"-mark innocent people red."
mark transmisogynists red. you don't think they're transmisogynists because you don't take transfems seriously.
can you find someone marked red, look me in the eyes, and honestly tell me they haven't done any of the following:
-said men are oppressed/misandry is an issue
-defended afab-only spaces
-opposed transfeminists
-claimed transfeminist terminology is an attack on other marginalized groups
-spread rumors about a transfem being a predator without evidence
-participated in lolcowing a transfem
-tried to reclaim femboy culture as a non-transfem
-defended male socialization theory
-implied transfems are generally dangerous
-accused a transfem of being an evil pervert while excusing non-transfems engaging in similar kinks
-claimed transmascs have no privilege or power over transfems
-claimed most transfeminists are white/bourgeoisie
-called trans women bitches, cunts, or racial slurs
because any of that is a valid reason for a transfem to not trust you. i cannot stress that enough. any single one of those is a good enough reason for a random transfem to signal to others "be cautious." and if you can't understand why transfems are wary around people like this, you need to make an effort to learn.
Something that rarely gets mentioned is that it doesn't just take a single user to change one's color on Shinigami Eyes.
Sure if you mark someone one way or another on your browser, they stay that way for you.
But for someone you've never seen before to be marked red, that means the majority of users who saw that account and made any input at all, all came to the conclusion that that person was bad news.
Notjust a few, but the majority who carry the extension and had anything to say about that user.
It's a lot more implausible for someone to have been "incorrectly marked" with that in mind.
i hope the apocalypse happens soon. i think i could be a good housewife to a demon girl. i would greet her at the door every day when she comes home drenched in blood from reaping the souls of the innocent and damning them to hell. i would make her tasty food to fuel her carnage and i would suck her dick so so sloppy style.
The most basic, intractable fact about mental illnesses is that you simply cannot willpower your way out of them. The only exceptions to this rule are the ones I have, which continue to disable me due to lack of determination and other grave personal flaws
my buddy brings her angel girlfriend to the function, I spend the whole time refusing to look at or even acknowledge her existence, because I am a staunch atheist and dont believe in that nonsense. she starts to throw things at my head to get my attention and between volleys of marbles and kitchen utensils I grunt "swamp gas. aurora borealis. probably a weather balloon.youre seeing things"
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i kind of actually can’t believe that i still get casually and confidently misgendered five years on HRT wearing a women’s cut shirt and barely visible shorts with my full body shaved and consciously trying to sound feminine.
like. am i insane and i actually look that bad or are people just that transphobic and stupid. i don’t understand how it still doesn’t even take people a second glance to assume i’m not a girl.
He'd spoken to the dean. He'd emailed professors. He'd even—God help him—lurked outside his daughter's lecture hall like some kind of helicopter parent cliché, just to confirm she was actually showing up.^1^ She was. Barely.
Emma was falling apart. His sweet, bookish girl had lost weight, lost sleep, lost that spark in her eyes. The texts from the group chat—when she accidentally left her phone unlocked—made his stomach turn. Loser. Weirdo. Kill yourself.
He found the app at 2 AM, scrolling mindlessly through his phone while Emma cried softly in the next room.
GEN-Z GENIE—the icon was a pink lamp with a duck-lip emoji. It hadn't been there before. He hadn't downloaded it.
"What the hell…" He tapped.
The screen exploded with pink smoke and glitter. A figure materialised—sitting cross-legged, floating above his bed, chewing gum with her mouth open.
She was maybe twenty. Bleach-blonde ponytail. Crop top reading GOD'S FAVOURITE. Leggings. AirPods dangling. Bored eyes rolling so hard they nearly got stuck.
"Ugh. Another old person?" She popped her gum. "I'm the Gen-Z Genie. One wish. Let's make this quick, I have a TikTok draft to finish."
Mark stared. "This… this isn't real."
"Wow. Groundbreaking observation, boomer." She examined her acrylic nails—long, pink, stiletto-shaped. "Look, you summoned me. One wish. No take-backs. No refunds. What do you want?"
His heart hammered. This was insane. But Emma's face flashed in his mind—the dark circles, the flinch when her phone buzzed.
"I want…" He swallowed. "I want people to stop bullying my daughter."
The genie stared at him. Then she laughed—a sharp, mean cackle.
"Oh my God. That's your wish?" She wiped a fake tear. "Sir. Your daughter is, like, a total loser. No offence—but like, full offence." She popped her gum again. "She's getting bullied because she's boring. Frumpy. Zero rizz. Negative aura."
"She is NOT—"
"Sir." The genie held up a manicured hand. "I've seen her energy. It's giving… sad hamster. You want the bullying to stop? She needs a glow-up. A real one. Not just, like, a new backpack."
Mark's throat tightened. "That's not what I—"
"Too bad. I'm the genie. I know what you actually need." Her eyes gleamed. "You need your daughter to become someone nobody would ever mess with. Someone powerful."
She snapped her fingers.
---
Emma was asleep in her room when it hit.
The first thing she felt was heat—a warm, golden pulse spreading from her chest outward. She gasped, sitting up, and then—
Oh.
Her body was changing.
Her modest A-cups swelled, pressing against her oversized t-shirt. She grabbed at her chest, feeling flesh fill her palms—round, heavy, perfect. The fabric strained as she grew from A to B to C to… "Oh God—" D. Double-D. Her nipples hardened against the cotton, visible, obscene.
Her hips cracked outward. She fell back against the pillow, spine arching, as her ass inflated—two perfect, round globes filling out her pyjama bottoms until the seams groaned. Her waist cinched. Her stomach flattened into a taut, toned plane. Her legs lengthened, toned, smooth—every scrap of body hair vanishing.
"No—no, what's happening—"
Her face. She could feel it shifting. Her nose shrinking, refining. Cheekbones lifting. Lips plumping—she touched them, feeling them swell like pillows, soft and wet. Her jawline sharpened. Her eyes grew larger, brighter, framed by lashes that thickened and darkened until they were naturally lush.
Her mousy brown hair lightened—from brown to honey to platinum blonde, cascading in thick waves past her shoulders. It felt expensive. Silky. Her roots were perfect. Her parting fell exactly right.
She looked at her hands—her nails were growing, extending, painting themselves a vicious pink.
And then the clothes. Her worn t-shirt shimmered, dissolved, reformed—a tiny white crop top that barely contained her new tits. LOGO: PRINCESS in rhinestones. Her pyjama bottoms became skin-tight leggings that made her ass look insane. Her bare feet found heels—white platform pumps that appeared from nowhere.
She stood—wobbling only briefly before her body knew how to walk in them. Knew how to move. How to sway her hips. How to make every step look like a threat.
She caught her reflection in the window and gasped.
She was gorgeous.
---
But the worst part—the best part—was her mind.
She could feel it happening. Her old thoughts, her old self, screaming from somewhere deep inside.
(No! This isn't me! I'm not—I don't want—)
That voice got quieter.
Shut up, a new voice replied. This one was louder. Stronger. This is so much better.
Emma—no, not Emma anymore. Emmie. The name settled into her brain like it had always been there. Emmie looked at her reflection and smiled.
Her old self had been pathetic. Weak. Crying over some mean texts? Embarrassing.
She felt powerful. Confident. Mean.
She liked it.
"Mmmh…" She ran her hands down her new body, cupping her heavy tits, squeezing her perfect ass. "Fuck yes…"
She remembered the girls who'd bullied her. Jessica. Taylor. That whole clique.
She wasn't going to avoid them anymore.
She was going to destroy them and then rule them. She was the bully now...
---
Mark found her in the kitchen the next morning.
His daughter—or whatever she was now—was perched on the counter, scrolling through her phone with one perfectly manicured hand. She'd somehow already acquired an iced coffee. Her legs were crossed. Her posture screamed superiority.
"Em—Emma?"
She looked up. Her eyes were colder than he'd ever seen. Calculating.
"It's Emmie now." She sipped her coffee. "And you're going to buy me a new phone. This one's, like, ancient."
"Emma, what happened to you last night—"
"Emmie." She hopped down, heels clicking on the tile. She was taller than him now—those platforms, that body, that presence. "And nothing happened. I just… levelled up."
She was right in front of him now. Close. He could smell her—coconut and vanilla and something else. Something that made his head swim.
"You're going to give me your credit card," she said softly. "And you're going to call the dean and tell him I need a single dorm. And you're going to stop being, like, embarrassing."
"Emma, I'm your father—"
"No." She smiled. It was the cruelest thing he'd ever seen. "You're my assistant. My little helper. You do what I say, when I say it."
She reached up and patted his cheek. Gentle. Condescending.
"Be a good boy, Daddy."
His knees nearly buckled.
---
The genie appeared one more time—just a flicker, leaning against the kitchen doorframe.
"Nice work, Emmie," she said with a grin.
Emmie didn't even look surprised. "I get a wish too, right? Since I'm, like, the one who changed?"
The genie raised an eyebrow. "Clever girl. Go ahead."
Emmie looked at her father—at this weak, pathetic man who'd wanted to protect her. How cute. How useless.
"I wish," she said, "that my daddy becomes completely devoted to me. That he can't say no. That he lives to make me happy. That he's, like, totally obsessed with serving me forever."
The genie snapped her fingers. "Done. No cap."
Mark felt it hit him—a wave of warmth, of need, centring on his daughter. His beautiful, powerful daughter. He should serve her. He should worship her. He should give her everything she wanted and thank her for the privilege.
"Oh," he whispered. "Oh no…"
Emmie smiled. "Oh yes."
---
The genie was already gone, the app deleting itself from Mark's phone. Somewhere across town, it was already installing on another device—ready to improve another life.
Emmie took her father's wallet from his hands. He didn't resist.
"Good boy," she murmured.
She had a campus to dominate...
Mark Harrison had tried everything. He'd spoken to the dean. He'd emailed professors. He'd even—God help him—lurked outside his
I’mma keep it real, a number of people seem to equate “suggesting to someone they might be a trans woman” with “removing their agency on the matter” and I think these people need to take a long look at themselves and ask why that’s their assumption.
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If you're the one guy in a friend group of transbians I need you to grope them and spank them and sexualize them as much as possible. Us trans girls just need to be put in out place by a man, especially this pride month. And remember if you fuck her enough she will definitely get pregnant, just keep trying <3
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