#cisfucks

me: those transmysogynistic jokes Saturday were hurtful. Can you please stop with those.

him: like what?!

me: like that period joke that XXXX made.

him: well take it up with XXXX. I'm not your goddamn babysitter.

me: Could you at least stop laughing at them?

Like, I get it, you're a frog. You don't need to be a bull-frog or a tree-frog all the time. And you don't have to keep shoving it in my face with all your bright colors and markings.

Thankies for the warning.

What should terrify you is that I don't tell any cisfucks who like to misgender me in my askbox that I can slow time and travel through the internet, tracing their IP to their home computer, translating into three dimensional space right next to them.

Even more terrifying is that when I do this, I vomit my larvae into their cisgusting throats. Little squirmy things covered in eyes and legs. They look a lot like penises actually. Penis millipedes. I can get quite a few of them into a misgendering shithead's stomach. Then they phase just like I do and integrate themselves into the parts of you that fill the fifth dimensional plane, slowly gnawing away at your existence.

Eventually they eat so much of your aura, mind and soul that they reach maturity and create chrysalises inside you. Only a small part of it reaches the third dimension. You might feel like you have a slight stomachache. Or notice an odd cyst or bump or even a zit where it doesn't belong.

Most of them won't be visible, they like to show up more internally and they can be quite small at first.

But once they finish growing, that's when the real fun begins. You'll start to feel an intense and unrelenting pain from multiple points all over your body. Your flesh will ripple in the few visible spots, tearing and bleeding and opening as dimensional gateways crack in your physical body. Many more will open inside you.

They'll violently tear their way through and eat you from the inside out. I hear they get quite big, my little babies. I've heard the screaming gets quite intense too, since it seems as though you can't die until they're done? Something about having portals hooked to your flesh. Your brain just feels the pain long past the point it's stopped recieving oxygen. Strange that. Oh sometimes the screaming becomes gurgling, lungs aren't exempt from my babies! Haha, so cute.

They really are though. Eight more life stages later and a new trans woman is born. That's how we get made you see.

So that's what you should worry about if you misgender us over the net or if you go on a date with one of us.

You shouldn't worry that we have a penis.

You should worry about what we've already put inside you, before you even said hello or switched to another website.

What's waiting to hatch.

Btw if your stomach starts hurting soon I'd drink plenty of fluids. Fluids are good. Drink lots of them. 

Omg anon, you are flawless and I love you

Cisgusting

I'm just going to spend some time thinking about how great it would be if that pile of dog shit cisfuck got slowly eaten to death by rabid weasels.