everyone get more transmasc NOW!!!!

Totally not giving in and turning into a wonderful rainbow of men who get the honor of working at the club serving real high class women to pay off their transitions since their bank accounts were frozen.

Oh and the winner is a butch girl who won by just not over doing it.

i really love the idea of this especially as it pertains to class because a lot of women are often forced into patriarchal bargains in order to obtain higher class power prestige and notoriety and women are often groomed into it even like in the case of debutante women who are often taught in schools for many years and encouraged to aspire to that patriarchal bargain in return for the promises of meeting rich men getting high paying jobs and getting into high class society these women often act and present a very practiced very perfect version of femininity that doesnt reflect who they are (and possibly doesnt reflect who nearly anyone really is) in an attempt to have a sense of power and control and autonomy under the patriarchy

Walking into a Society Club that promises everything and every open door if you can get in. You've studied and trained and are more prepared than anyone to prove you're a real 'woman'. You walk in and see the most refined and powerful women sitting around getting waited on by dashing men in tight stylish uniforms laughing into glasses of wine.

And staring at the men is already the first trap. You think every flaw you've ever had is hidden even from yourself. You think nothing inside you could ever be like that. You're just admiring the eye candy.

And the way eye candy is admired.

But the society has done their homework on making them prove they are 'women'.

Making them try on male drag and noting who stares in the mirror too long. How their eyes land on the other 'girls' in drag.

Telling them to do the unlady act of playing in the mud. Noting who dislikes it because they dislike getting dirty and who is holding back from their own desires.

Slowly calling them by male pronouns and boyish nicknames and watching who corrects and how.

Making them hear their own voice through a pitch shifter.

Having them cook and do chores and noting the level of forced feminine performance.

All while proving their etiquette lessons and their various feminine skills in between.

The Proctor ticking off a name after each round knowing this is really just a formality. They've known the winner from the start thsy just always check for anomalies. Afrer all a chance to even get in is invite only.

This is just to see where each of the men will be working. Kitchen, gardening, stable management, waiter, etc.

All you had to do was be honest. But so many girls are liars. So many pretend but the truth is so obvious. They're so obviously boys. They're really doing the world a favor because the last thing the world needs is more powerful obnoxious men.

This humbles them. Fixes them.

Its not that anything was wrong with making cute desserts but it was so obvious that they were forcing themselves into a box. Make that salmon curry with rice cakes and roasted sweet potatoes and those tea little cakes and candy flowers

Everyone can see you like being the one to wait on people and be useful and do things rather than wait dainty and demure for people to do things for you. It's so clear you like looking strong and manly.

All these things you denied yourself for being low class or manly are now yours. Sure you might cry but you'll get over it. After all, it was in your contract that failing would deny your access to being member of the sisterhood. You're still in the society.

You are just not as a member. And really it's not a death sentence to be a cute guy working at this club and if you're good one of the ladies might buy out your contract and employee you at her home. You don't have to follow all those girl rules. No makeup. No heels. No spending hours figuring out what dress skirt is the right length. You can get dirty, you can eat a big meal without being judged. you can do everything you saw men do.

But once she's brought in and put into the 'scanner' she's pulled and injected till suddenly he's a tall ken doll with a null space where his crotch should be. He's a complete empty himbo a totally perfect doll model.

EXACTLY. if you don't feel safe or comfortable doing it you don't have to tell your family or followers or even your friends. you can start thinking of yourself as a man today and figure out your transition later.

he doesn't let you.

he doesn't push it, but you notice changes. he doesn't filter himself around you as much anymore, punches your shoulder a little harder when he teases, puts you in a headlock far more often that he would a girl. he builds it up in subtle ways, like switching from your old name to a nickname, or maybe even your last name. he tells you to fight back harder in the moments you're laughing and wrestling each other.

"c'mon, man up! is that all you've got? nah, i know better!"

he doesn't care nearly as much about changing in front of you, and he tells you all of the dirty details he can think of. you're just boys, right? he'll make you see that.

wrestling and dumb jokes turn into late nights with smoke swirling, mentioning a porno he saw the other night that he's still thinking of now as you lie on your backs staring at the ceiling with the posters. nicknames and telling you to man up turns into palming at his cock and encouraging you to pull yours out. he won't accept your dumb excuse of not having one. this is what boys do.