🌸Force me to make my detrans fantasy a reality.🌸

i've had a detrans kink for sooo long & it just keeps getting stronger.

even tho im still mostly convinced this is just a kink, part of me knows detransition is what's best for me…i'm just too scared to go through with it! That's why I need to be forced!!!

make me be a girl whether i like it or not

I promise to post pics for proof so don't let me change my mind! I really need to be forced to commit & punished if I try to back out!!

i’ll also be posting on my reddit and exposed passion

✨detrans challenges✨

100 notes: keep my pussy shaved everyday

200 notes: get rid of all the testosterone I have left

300 notes: get rid of all my boy underwear

400 notes: add my face & deadname to my tumblr

500 notes: change pronouns to they/them on all my real social media

750 notes: shave my entire body

1,000 notes: tell my HRT doctor that I'm taking a break from testosterone

1,250 notes: change my gender back to F on my official documents

1,500 notes: tell one person IRL that i'm going to detransition

1,750 notes: tell my HRT doctor that I'm detransitioning & staying off T permanently

2,000 notes: ask my doctor about starting estrogen & tell him i want to get pregnant

2,250 notes: make a dating profile as a girl & let at least one man cum in me

2,500 notes: tell 3 more people IRL that i'm going to detransition

2,750 notes: let 3 more men cum inside me

3,000 notes: change my pronouns to she/ her on all my social media

3,500 notes: get a small venus symbol tattoo

4,000 notes: publicly announce that i'm detransitioning

5,000 notes: get my clit pierced

you can also send me girly clothes & toys on my throne 💝

It was a normal day. We'd finished up for the night and we decided to watch films before bed. We sat next to eachother as we watched but I was getting tired so I leaned my head onto your lap. I felt a suspicious lack of something there. It didn't mean much but it made me suspicious so I called an early night saying I was exhausted. I didn't sleep.

A few hours later when I was sure you were asleep. I slipped into your room. I slowly carefully removed your covers. I had planned to remove whatever you were wearing too but I didn't need to. You slept naked.

You were begging for this you slut.

I ran my fingers across your cunt. Felt your body jerk slightly in your sleep. Watched your tits move accordingly. I stopped for a moment then took some photos before replacing your blankets and slipping back to my room.

The next day I began to slip more feminine compliments in amongst my usual ones. Calling you pretty instead of handsome. The next night I snuck into your wardrobe. Found some skirts and dresses hidden in the depths of it. Good. I stole a couple of trousers and continued to do this every night for weeks until you came out in a skirt. You glowered in embarrassment but I complimented you on how handsome you looked and only gave you compliments on the skirt. Even after you got new trousers you still would wear the skirts.

I found your T and replaced it with a Estrogen. Watched you slowly return to femininity. As you grew increasingly concerned I grew increasingly hard. Watching you become this perfect hole. I'd take you soon enough.

One night I snuck in and came over your perfect cunt. I hid it by wiping it onto and fingering it deeper inside your breeding hole. I wondered if it would take. If it didn't there would be more cum that would.

Then one movie night you came out in a gorgeous dress. Your binder left behind allowing the dress to show generous cleavage. Barely covering your nipples. This hadn't been in your closet when I'd checked. You got it for me.

As the movie progressed you put your head in my lap. Slowly freeing my underwear from my trousers before putting your mouth around my hard cock through them. Mouth clutching around fabric as you begin. I get my cock out and drive it into your mouth making you choke and moan. Fucking your face and soaking us both in pre cum and saliva. Before cumming down your throat and across your cheek. Splattered and beautiful.

As my cock hardens again I spin you round so your cunt is facing me but you stop me. "Not down there" you tell me. You don't want me inside that perfect hole that started all this. So I don't, I fuck your face until completion again and then we finish the movies. You seem embarrassed as you head back to your room. Regretful.

You didn't want this.

I did.

So I gathered my handcuffs and rope. Locking your hands to the bed and forcing your legs spread with rope. Then I start fucking you in your sleep. Finally entering that heavenly cunt that started this. Fucking wild and hard while groping your tits. When you wake up you beg me not to. Your begging only makes me fuck harder. Driving into you again and again until I splatter your insides with cum. You're crying so I slap you. Telling you to know your place.

Days later and my training has worked perfectly. You're in that dress. The one that wearing was your last free decision to make. You don't wear any underwear anymore and cum drips across the floor of the mall from your battered cunt. You follow beside me. Clinging onto my arm. Begging to be fucked again. Practically grinding your cum covered hole against me. As I look through what clothes to get I slowly finger you and you tremble. When I'm done buying you new clothes we go to a restaurant. I finger you under the table. You leave a mess of cum on the seat.

...decided that you should be growing your tits, actually, so she began slipping you progesterone while you slept. She took care to replicate the label on your testosterone vials 1:1, before slapping them onto estrogen vials instead.

You began to notice the effects of being estrogen-dominant once again, but since you've been on T for over 4 years, you've forgotten what an estrogen baseline feels like. You simply assumed that you've been tired; that you've been moody; that you've been...unusually horny?

Oh yeah, and your tits have begun to feel tender and oh so sensitive. You can even swear that your binder is a bit harder to pull over your chest now.

Six whole months pass - a blurry twilight full of tenderness, increasingly-tight binders, mood swings you've lost the metric for, and nights where you are all but begging for your girlfriend to help you relieve your newfound, seemingly-alien sex drive.

As fun as this has been for her, she eventually got tired of how long this was taking. She began to root through her condom stash, and to poke tiny little holes in them. You have always trusted her, and she has never done you wrong, so why would you ever bother to check on this? She also made sure to replace your birth control with the placebos, so there was no way you would not fall pregnant by the end of her exercise.

She was going to have you grow giant tits, one way or another. Tits that were impossible to contain inside of a binder, or to even hide underneath a hoodie. In the back of her mind, she would always think:

"I want to make him her my girlfriend, by any means necessary. I want people to think we're girlfriends. I want it to be impossible for people to think he's she's anything BUT my girlfriend."

As you and her made love that first night, after poking holes in her condoms, she seemed to be a lot more assertive than usual. As if she had gained some new energy, as she pounded into your wet, sloppy, burning cunt with increasing force. As she finished into the condom, and latched onto your nipple to bring you to your own completion. That night, you could swear that you saw stars behind your eyes...

It only took her a few weeks to get the exact results that she wanted. Three months in, as you were recovering from yet another bout of morning nausea, you glanced down at your belly. Things didn't look quite the same as they used to, and you have been noticing your breasts feeling even more tender as of late...

You wrote off the possibility of pregnancy pretty quickly. You've been on birth control for 3 years, you haven't had a period in 4 years, you've been consistent with your T dose for about as long, and your girlfriend has used a condom every time you two have had sex. Which, come to think of it, has been a lot in the past year or so...

The chances of accidental pregnancy between you two are incredibly miniscule, but you still bit your lip as you seriously considered the possibility.

As you tried to put together the pieces, your thoughts were cut short by a phone call. As if in a dream, you moved to answer it.

"Hello, I'm calling from the Stator Clinic, about a surgical referral. Am I speaking to..."

Well, shit.

If you really, truly were pregnant, through some fucked-up astronomical odds, then you wouldn't be able to get top surgery. Something you've been waiting for, for almost five years.

You looked up, and saw your girlfriend standing in the doorway. As your eyes met hers, you could swear that she was wearing amusement on her face - just for the slightest moment, before blinking it away. Only confused concern lived there now. Or were you just imagining the twinkle in her eyes? After all, she's always had your best interests at heart.