Down the detrans rabbit hole

Overbearing mommy who forces me to make out with her.. makes me her little girl and her little lover.. brags about how im such a good daughter to her friends and shows me off to them. Mommy who makes me her girlfriend.

I think all girls should live in castles and be princesses but the catch is we never have to marry princes’s because our queen’s (moms) love us so much already.

the amount of times i tried to tell myself this is just a kink pales in comparison to the amount of relief i felt shaving my face today, and being called a good girl for doing things on my to-do list. there are absolutely real trans men but i am definitely not one of them. and womanhood feels amazing the more i sink into it.

currently thinking really really hard about locking away my clit using trans tape... closing my labia over my clit, adding some padding (both to prevent any damage and to prevent any stimulation), and taping over the top of my cunt so i can still piss but i can't cum, and it's going to stay on for almost a week... fuck, the second im back home im doing this

dom i'm currently with has not even entertained calling me anything other than a girl. it's written in the rules, he straight up just said "you will be a girl, i have no interest in training a boy" and it feels so good. there isn't a question about it, there would be no argument. he doesn't care that i take t or go by male pronouns irl, it's just that, to him, i simply am a girl.

tell me about all the terrible stuff, your dysphoria, your trauma, your depression, everything that makes you feel bad, all while i make out with your cunt and tonguefuck your pussy. i’m listening, i promise.

nothing is hotter than being so wet you can literally hear every thrust. it’s so embarrassing to know how eager my body is—to know no matter what i think, it’ll react how it’s designed to.

Imagining laying down completely naked next to a woman. Imagining her looking at my body…gently moving my leg up so she can get a better look at my vulva. She’s a woman who’s only ever been into women. She likes them masc, like me, but undeniably she likes pussy. She likes my pussy. Maybe she takes a picture of me. My cunt’s in frame of course, but so is my face. My tits. She wants to JO to it later. She wants to show her other gay friend. It turns her on to show my body around to other queer women—because everyone thinks I’m a guy, and my slim, still soft, androgynous body reveals that I’m more than that. There’s nothing hotter than something like me. By paying special attention to my vagina, to my breasts, she reminds me that I’m so much more than a man. So much more beautiful, so much more desirable. Such a soft, wet hole between my legs is perfect for a tongue to fit inside of. That little spot inside me is so much fun to look for with her talented fingers—even moreso when she gets to feel my warm wet walls hugging them. How can I say I don’t like this, when my pussy is begging to be rubbed, to be filled. I’m blushing and embarrassed as my hungry cunt pulls her pretty fingers deeper towards my womb.