Girlfriend Detransition (An MTF Detrans Story)
Your hot cis girlfriend encourages you to embrace a more expansive view of womanhood, until you become indistinguishable from a straight man.
The older dolls warned you to avoid dating for at least the first few years of transition. But Jessica was so aggressive in her pursuit of you that you finally acquiesced. She was a bisexual woman who told you that you'd be her first "lesbian" relationship, which made you proud.
You had thought you'd be dating men as a woman but you couldn't complain: Jessica was strikingly beautiful, with a natural, conventionally feminine beauty you sought to emulate but could never quite get right. And while it made you feel distinctly unfeminine to focus too much on her body, you could not help but notice her hourglass figure, perfect heart shaped ass, and C cup tits breasts.
When you two went out, you tried applying makeup but you felt frustrated at your inability to mimic what she made look effortless. "It's okay baby, lots of women don't wear makeup," she told you gently. Soon after, she added all your supplies to her own routine. She was right, you weren't using them after all.
When it came time to get her your hair cut, Jessica encouraged you to get a real short dyke haircut like Ruby Rose. You hesitated, after all your beautiful long hair was your most feminine quality. But she cried and complained this would be important for her queer identity. So you did it, for her, and every time you looked in the mirror, you ignored the voice that said you didn't look like a dyke, you looked like a man.
As your other t-girl friends started getting deeper into their own transitions, you started speaking to your girlfriend about the surgeries you wished to get. "You really don't need FFS," Jessica said, "you don't want to ruin your naturally pretty face with that."
When you told her you felt dysphoria about your small breasts and hoped to get a breast augmentation she got angry at you. "Womanhood is not about having big breasts," she said, before accusing you of being a misogynist.
You asked how you could make it up to her. "I think you need to embrace a more expansive view of womanhood," she told you. Why did you even need laser hair removal if women naturally had stubble? It was your AMAB socialization that said you needed to change your body into a barbie doll's in order to be a woman.
So you cancelled your laser appointments, and in just a few weeks, your natural dark stubble returned. "It's genderfuck," Jessica said, but this of course did not stop waiters, bus drivers, etc from calling you "sir", "bro," or young man."
When you went out with your friends, even your trans ones started to slip up. "He, I mean 'she'" they would say or accidentally refer to you as Jessica's boyfriend. Eventually it became too much effort to correct them.
After six months together, Jessica complained your sex life became dull. You had made clear at the beginning that your... front parts were off limits, but this did not stop Jessica from grinding against your crotch and giving a knowing smile when she felt you get hard. "You know baby," she told you one night, "a lot of trans women use their cocks."
You insisted she use different words for it- princess wand, gock, etc- which she did at first. But as you fucked her perfect cunt from behind, she yelled in pleasure "your dick feels so fucking good, baby," you decided there was no point correcting her. You knew what it was and so did she.
All the while, while your body had originally seen great early results from HRT, you found that your body hair, impossibly was getting thicker, you were putting on muscle, and your already small breasts got even tinier. Jessica however leaned more into her identity as a queer femme.
She brought you to a queer picnic meetup where she introduced you to her non-binary friend, who, without thinking you referred to as she instead of they. You overheard them gossiping later, "I hate always being misgendered by the bi girl's boyfriend," they said. Jessica had just quietly suggested you stay home from now on, to avoid a future incident.
During June, she posted a picture of you two on Instagram. The caption read: "to other bi femme girls with boyfriends, I want you to know that you are so valid and not the slightest bit less queer for being with a man!"
You had gotten offended and confronted her about it. "It's just a post," she said. You insisted she take it down. Jessica cried and complained you were getting in the way of her exploring her bi identity.
Soon, it was your one year anniversary. You came home to a trail of roses, leading to Jessica in lingerie on your bed. But her breasts, while never small, were now DDs.
"A little surprise for my man," she giggled. You tried to protest, but you remained transfixed on her new tits. She straddled you, rubbing them against your hard chest, and grinding on your cock.
"You've gotten so fucking hot since I switched out your E for testosterone," she said, her mouth moving down your body to your crotch. You felt immediate fury for everything, seeing for the first time how this woman had sabotaged your entire transition, but her mouth on your cock silenced those silly thoughts. Instead, you fucked her hard as she screamed your name. Your true name, that you had only confessed in private.
"Cum inside me, Daddy," and you did, harder than you ever had in your life. Your mental clarity returned. Despite Jessica's protests, you left her without a word.
It was not unsalvageable. You could start HRT again, learn makeup, and get those surgeries you always wanted.
But a few days later, you returned to your apartment to collect your things. Jessica met you at the door, in a tight slip that you couldn't help but stare at, despite everything. Grinning, she held up a positive pregnancy test.
"Great news, you're going to be a Daddy for real."
