That’s right bitches I’m back with a new post! Where eggman is conflicted with his feeling with a certain agent!😏
Who would of thought of years of being alone surrounded by metal and bitterly cold could be change instant by meeting someone new!
Since you guys can’t really see what said he says I’ll post it here:
“What the hell is happening to me! Why do I feel this way?! I I think I’m dying? Of course I’m dying. I'm a damn doctor for god sake. If anyone knows what’s wrong with me it would be me! Did someone Poison me! Wait, was it stone who did this to me? No it can’t be him! N-No way!! but…then again he could have put something in those delicious lattes of his! No he would never! He c-can’t he too stupid to understand with his stupid brain and his stupid face and his adorably dumb laugh. !! Wait… adorable?” - eggman
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If she cannot hatch from her shell, the trans girl will die without ever truly being born. We are the trans girl; the world is our egg. If we don't break the world's shell, we will die without truly being born. Smash the world's shell, for the Transition of the World.
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Causa sui (pronounced [ˈkau̯.sa ˈsʊ.iː]; transl. cause of itself, self-caused) is a Latin term that denotes something that is generated within itself.
Ao3
A few days ago you met the girl of your dreams, and then you thought you'd fucked it all up by having a breakdown in front of her. But she's still talking to you, and now she wants to do a movie night together, take things a little slower this time. She wants to watch the Matrix, which sounds like a great night together. How did you get so lucky?
Pt: 1 | 2 | 3
Beth left shortly after you both finished eating. She had offered to stay the night, but you had politely declined. It wasn’t as if you didn’t want to curl up in her arms again, but you were still feeling a bit overwhelmed from everything and needed some time to process it all.
Time to process this strange budding relationship between the two of you; time to process all of the feelings swirling around in your chest; time to figure out why you had broken down upon being called ‘Gorgeous’. Not that you really expected to find any answers, but at least you could try and calm the raging storm of emotions inside of you a bit.
Of course as soon as you settled into bed, you were already wishing Beth was there with you, holding you safe in her arms. The rollercoaster of the day had been enough to tire you out to the point that you fell asleep quickly regardless.
The next few days were… strange. You and Beth kept in touch over text as you returned to your classes and studies. You’d finally told her your name, although she’d once again insisted that you didn’t need to, and she continued to refer to you with various pet names rather than your actual name. It was odd, but you didn’t mind too much. You weren’t particularly fond of your name anyway.
You discovered that, aside from whatever connection you two were building, you actually had a lot in common. She provided thoughtful commentary about your hobbies, and media you had consumed recently, and she lamented the struggle of your studies alongside you. Studies which were becoming increasingly difficult to focus on.
Beth’s presence left you extremely distracted, and your studies were very quickly taking a backseat in your mind to the beautiful woman who was suddenly in your life. The philosophy readings you were supposed to be focusing on simply didn’t hold a candle to your dream girl. It all still felt so… surreal. If you didn’t have her literally texting you at regular intervals throughout your schooldays, you might have started to question if it had all been some elaborate dream.
Even distracted as you were though, you almost felt like your eyes were opened. You started noticing things you hadn’t really paid much attention to before. Your eyes had always been drawn to the more… flamboyant of your classmates, especially the women. It was the same reason you felt so drawn to Beth. There was some sort of… envy there? They just seemed so cool to you. Of course you’d never had the courage to talk to any of them, most of them hung out in their own social circles, and you always felt like you’d be intruding on those spaces as a straight guy.
Now that you’d met and started to get to know Beth though, that… sense of yearning was back in force. You wanted to get to know these people, they all seemed so bright and interesting. But you weren’t part of their community, and the idea of being a token straight dude amongst a bunch of gay and lesbian people itched at you in a very unpleasant way.
As your eyes roamed over one of your classmates (A woman with fire engine red hair and a number of facial piercings), you noticed the various buttons adorning her backpack. A number of rainbow pride pins, a lesbian flag pin (you knew that one!) and a pin with a flag you didn’t recognize. Stripes of pastel blue, pink, and white. You swore you’d seen it before, but you couldn’t remember what it was. You soon realized you’d been staring for far too long and shook yourself before attempting to get back to your work.
Those thoughts stuck in your mind though, and you started noticing that flag (and others that you didn’t recognize) around campus. It itched at the back of your mind. You knew you’d seen it somewhere before, but you couldn’t remember where for the life of you. Suddenly you couldn’t stop thinking about the aspects of the gay community that you weren’t familiar with. You’d done cursory research in the past, but never really looked deep into it because you felt like it wasn’t your place.
You wondered if Beth was bi? or maybe some other identity you weren’t familiar with? She certainly fit the look. That thought made another twinge of unpleasant emotions flare inside your chest. You wanted to be like her so badly, but here you were stuck as a boring straight dude.
A ping from your phone drew you out of your thoughts before you could spiral any further. A text message from the girl you had just been thinking about.
<BETH: We still on for tonight?>
Right, the two of you had made plans to hang out again tonight. Your place again, she’d mentioned that her place wasn’t really suitable for hosting at the moment. That was fine with you, you would probably be even more nervous than you already were if you were intruding on her space. At least this way you could be in the comfort of your own home in case you broke down again.
You shot off a quick confirmation to her before heading home. You had told yourself you would try to actually clean up a bit this time, so you had some work to do once you got home.
A few hours later you heard that knock on your door again. You’d managed to tidy up your apartment a bit, and you had tried to put on a presentable outfit this time. A button up shirt pulled from the back of your closet and a nicer pair of pants that didn’t have any holes or stains. You’d even brushed your hair and pulled it back into a low ponytail. You’d shaved too, of course. You hated the patchy facial hair that took up residence on your face and made a concerted effort to remove it.
Beth’s radiant smile greeted you when you opened the door, and she quirked an eyebrow as she ran her eyes over you. You had to resist the urge to squirm beneath her gaze.
“I guess I made an impression, huh?” She said, amusement clear in her voice.
“I- yeah, I figured I’d try to actually clean up this time.”
“Well I appreciate the effort, but you really didn’t have to. Besides, you mostly just look uncomfortable in that shirt.”
A flush of embarrassment lit up your face. She wasn’t exactly wrong, you had never really enjoyed dressing up, and there was a reason this shirt lived in the back of your closet.
“I just, I wanted to try, for you.”
Her smile softened, and her eyes met yours. She brought up a hand and gently cupped your face.
“Honey, you don’t have to dress up for me.”
Something in her tone, the gentleness, the care, hit something deep inside you. You nodded, and your voice came out quiet and soft when you answered.
“… ok.”
She smiled and pulled away, pulling off her jacket and hanging it up by the door.
“I like the hair though, it looks good pulled back like that. Although you should try a high pony instead next time.”
You nodded absentmindedly, your eyes catching something as she removed her jacket. There, attached to the keys dangling from her belt, was the flag you had seen earlier. It was stylized into a pentagram, like the one tattooed on her chest, but the colors were the same. Pastel blue, pink, and white. You pointed it out and finally asked the question that had been on your mind all day.
“Hey Beth, what flag is that? I keep seeing it, and I don’t think I know what it means.”
She looked down, catching what you were pointing at before looking back up to you. She had that odd look on her face again, the one she got so often when she looked at you.
“That’s the trans flag. Guessing you don’t know what that means, huh?”
You tilted your head slightly, brows knitting in confusion.
“No, I can’t say I do.”
She gave you a small smile and started to lead you further into your apartment.
“Come on, let’s get settled and then I’ll tell you about it.”
The two of you ordered food and got settled on your couch, the plan for tonight was to watch a movie together and see where things went. Beth was making an effort to not take things too fast, given your reaction last time, and you honestly really appreciated it.
The opening sequence of The Matrix played out on your TV, it had been Beth’s choice, she said it was one of her favorites. You hadn’t seen it in a long time, so you had no problems indulging her. Plus the fact that you’d seen it before meant you could give most of your attention to the girl of your dreams as she talked.
“So, trans is short for Transgender, which in short describes someone who identifies as something other than the gender they were assigned at birth. Like someone who was assigned male at birth, but identifies as a woman.”
“That’s… a thing?” You asked, gears turning and grinding in your mind. “I didn’t realize people did that.”
“Mhm. Quite a lot of people do, and plenty of people go the other direction too.”
Your face twisted like you’d bitten into a lemon.
“Weird. Who would want to be a guy that bad?”
“You’d be surprised,” Beth answered with a quiet chuckle.
You lapsed into silence, turning that idea over in your head as the movie played out in front of you. You hadn’t really ever considered it. Gender was something that was fixed, right? You couldn’t just decide to be something else, could you?
Well, according to what Beth was saying, you could.
On the TV, Neo stumbled into a night club and ran into Trinity for the first time, and you noticed Beth whispering along to some of the lines.
“I know a lot about you…”
You gave a small smile and played along, quoting Neo’s lines as well as you could remember them.
“I thought you were a guy.”
And then Beth turned to you with a giant shit-eating grin on her face and raised an eyebrow.
“Most guys do.”
Huh.
Well, that was probably nothing.
“You know I always thought Trinity was so cool.” You said, trying to break the weird tension that had suddenly filled the room. Beth thankfully took the hint and had mercy on you.
“God, same. I always wanted to be like her when I grew up.”
A few gears finally clicked together in your mind and you turned to Beth.
“Hey Beth, since you have that flag on your keychain, does that mean that you’re… trans?”
She gave you a small smile and nodded. Gods she was gorgeous. How did you get so lucky?
“I am. I hope that doesn’t bother you.”
“Mm, no, I don’t… think so?” And honestly, it didn’t. You hadn’t really put much thought into it, but you doubted anything could get in the way of the strange magnetism you felt towards her. “I guess I’m mostly just, curious is all. Like, how does that work…?”
“Well, usually you go through something called Hormone Replacement Therapy. You take Estrogen, and Testosterone blockers, and you basically trick your endocrine system into going through a second puberty, only a female puberty this time. Of course there are also various surgeries you can get too.” She chuckled, “Hormones do a lot, but they don’t do everything.”
“Huh.” You took a moment to digest all of that. It couldn’t be that easy, right? Just put some new hormones into your body and suddenly you’re a girl? “Just like that?”
Beth giggled slightly at your confusion.
“Well the hormones do take a while to do their work. Like I said, it’s basically a second puberty. And it’s different for everyone, it’s not always going to have the same effect from person to person.”
“But,” You were still hung up on this, it was so strange. You could just change something fundamental about yourself like that? “You can just, do that? And just… be a girl?”
She stopped, her gaze running over your face and her smile softening.
“If you want to, yeah. That’s all it takes.”
The gears in your brain had been grinding away nonstop, churning this information and spinning it around and around. Your curiosity burned in the back of your mind, the same curiosity that had been stoked when you first saw that flag in class. That same yearning was building in your chest again. But something was holding you back. Your voice came out barely above a whisper.
“How… how did you know? That that was what you wanted…?”
Beth reached out and laid a hand on your arm, the contact helping to ground your whirling thoughts. Her skin was so soft against yours.
“I met someone very special, who showed me what it was like.”
Somehow, your voice was even quieter this time, like you were afraid of what you were asking. You were holding Pandora’s box, and once you opened it, there would be no closing it again.
“Could you… show me?”
She leaned in close, gently cupping your face and forcing you to look at her. The gentle, almost loving expression on her face made your heart ache.
I promised an egg cracking post so here's the full story.
Like most trans girls I grew up thinking about being a girl. Wondering what it's like to be a girl. If only I could switch bodies for a day just to see what it's like etc but chalked this up to "every boy feels like this"
My first real crack happened at 16 over a girl.
I was dating a girl at the time and like any young teenager hopelessly in love, I wanted to do anything to impress her. A few weeks into dating she introduced me to Tumblr (this was 2009 so Tumblr was still pretty new) and showed me her blog and her dashboard and taught me how to use the website.
It became very obvious that she was into femboys. Femboys, catboys, cute yaoi, anything along that theme. Her dashboard was absolutely full of it. So naturally as a young teenager in love I wanted to look like this to impress her. She bought me some cute cat ears and made me wear some of her underwear and I absolutely loved every minute of it. I loved the idea of presenting a little more fem even if it was just for her.
We broke up a few weeks later because she said her ex boyfriends name during sex and realised she still loved him but at this point I was addicted.
Nothing else happened for about 18 months other than I was now addicted to Tumblr. I had a blog where I reblogged literally everything I could that was "femboy" related but that was it until I found myself living on my own at 18. (I'll go into that later if anyone wants to ask)
By the time I was 18 I had a Tumblr account where I was pretending to be a cis 18 year old girl. I got a part time job while at college and my parents were paying the bills so all I needed to buy was food. So now that I had more money I bought some tights, a skirt, some tank tops, a bra and some panties and started cross dressing while home alone.
I would finish college, come home and immediately change into girl clothes and absolutely loved how it felt. I started growing my hair out too. I started posting pictures on my Tumblr and other websites of my ass in tights absolutely loving the validation but also the way it made me feel.
I also bought my first dildo at this age and discovered the joys of anal. I may or may not have posted pics of that too. I confess to nothing 😵💫
But unfortunately it didn't last. I started university about 18 months later and I got rid of everything, cut my hair short and locked myself back in the closet for the next 10 years.
