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[formerlyfemme]

Eli once Lacey, once soft and shy was now this filthy, cock-hungry, high energy twink moaning like a feral thing, getting plowed senseless by a big stud who looked like he belonged on a warning label.

And every time he saw it every stroke, every guttural Yeah, take Daddy’s dick, fag he came a little harder. Touched himself a little deeper. Hated himself a little less.

Because deep down, he wanted to be the one bent over.

He needed it.

Eli messaged back and said, Daddy wants to meet you, there wasn’t a single part of him that hesitated

He showed up in nothing but a hoodie, no underwear, no resistance. His cock was already pressing against his thigh, leaking from anticipation, trembling at the thought of being seen.

Daddy opened the door shirtless. Covered in tattoos, gold chain resting between hairy pecs, a smirk like he already knew what kind of whimpering bitch just stepped into his home.

You’re the one Eli said used to be some little hormone girl?

Yes, Sir.

Daddy grabbed him by the throat. Not hardjust enough. Not anymore, huh?

He shook his head, breath already catching.

I can smell the boy on you already.

He was stripped before he could blink.

The hoodie hit the floor. His cock stood tall proud, twitching, uncut and desperate. Daddy licked his lips.

You sure you’re ready for this, little man?

I want to forget I was ever her, he whispered.

Daddy pushed him to his knees. Then open your mouth and earn your name back.

He choked on cock like he was born for it.

Daddy held his head down, fucking his throat with slow, cruel strokes, letting drool pour down his chin. No mercy. Just raw correction. Every gag was a reminder he wasn’t a girl. Not anymore.

His eyes watered. His dick got harder.

Daddy pulled out and slapped him. Get on the couch. Face down. Ass up.

He obeyed instantly.

Daddy spread his cheeks and spit on his hole. Then again. Then shoved two thick fingers in, just to see if he’d flinch.

He didn’t.

Good little whore. You’ve missed this, haven’t you? You missed being used.

Yes, Daddy… please…

You missed your dick leaking while you get fucked like a dog. That estrogen tried to kill him, but your cock’s still begging to serve.

Daddy shoved in hard. One stroke. No warning. Just thick, brutal ownership.

He screamed. And moaned. And begged.

It was that type of pain that just hurt so fucking good

Daddy grabbed his hips and started pounding. Balls slapping, growling in his ear, grabbing his hair and whispering:

You're mine now. My little bitch. My tranny faggot whore.

Each thrust drilled it deeper into his brain.

He wasn’t Arielle. He wasn’t a woman.

He was a boy.

A filthy, brainfucked, cumcraving thing.

His cock slapped against the couch. He wasn’t even touching it, but it was rock hard and leaking nonstop.

Who do you belong to?

You Daddy!

What are you?

A worthless fucking boy! Just a slut! Just a faggot with a girlcock!

Daddy roared, then pulled out and bred him. Thick ropes shooting inside, dripping down his thighs, soaking the couch.

But Daddy wasn’t done.

He turned him over. Now jerk that pathetic dick for Daddy.

He obeyed instantly. Face red, cum dripping from his hole, he stroked his cock like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

And in the silence after, body twitching, hole still leaking, Daddy kissed his forehead.

Say who you are.

I’m your faggot boy, Daddy I’m yours!

Say it while you cum.

Daddy leaned down, whispered:

He moaned.

Cum exploded from him. Hot, violent, cleansing. He screamed with it like his soul was ripping free.

There you are.

[formerlyfemme]

Eli once Lacey, once soft and shy was now this filthy, cock-hungry, high energy twink moaning like a feral thing, getting plowed senseless by a big stud who looked like he belonged on a warning label.

And every time he saw it every stroke, every guttural Yeah, take Daddy’s dick, fag he came a little harder. Touched himself a little deeper. Hated himself a little less.

Because deep down, he wanted to be the one bent over.

He needed it.

Eli messaged back and said, Daddy wants to meet you, there wasn’t a single part of him that hesitated

He showed up in nothing but a hoodie, no underwear, no resistance. His cock was already pressing against his thigh, leaking from anticipation, trembling at the thought of being seen.

Daddy opened the door shirtless. Covered in tattoos, gold chain resting between hairy pecs, a smirk like he already knew what kind of whimpering bitch just stepped into his home.

You’re the one Eli said used to be some little hormone girl?

Yes, Sir.

Daddy grabbed him by the throat. Not hardjust enough. Not anymore, huh?

He shook his head, breath already catching.

I can smell the boy on you already.

He was stripped before he could blink.

The hoodie hit the floor. His cock stood tall proud, twitching, uncut and desperate. Daddy licked his lips.

You sure you’re ready for this, little man?

I want to forget I was ever her, he whispered.

Daddy pushed him to his knees. Then open your mouth and earn your name back.

He choked on cock like he was born for it.

Daddy held his head down, fucking his throat with slow, cruel strokes, letting drool pour down his chin. No mercy. Just raw correction. Every gag was a reminder he wasn’t a girl. Not anymore.

His eyes watered. His dick got harder.

Daddy pulled out and slapped him. Get on the couch. Face down. Ass up.

He obeyed instantly.

Daddy spread his cheeks and spit on his hole. Then again. Then shoved two thick fingers in, just to see if he’d flinch.

He didn’t.

Good little whore. You’ve missed this, haven’t you? You missed being used.

Yes, Daddy… please…

You missed your dick leaking while you get fucked like a dog. That estrogen tried to kill him, but your cock’s still begging to serve.

Daddy shoved in hard. One stroke. No warning. Just thick, brutal ownership.

He screamed. And moaned. And begged.

It was that type of pain that just hurt so fucking good

Daddy grabbed his hips and started pounding. Balls slapping, growling in his ear, grabbing his hair and whispering:

You're mine now. My little bitch. My tranny faggot whore.

Each thrust drilled it deeper into his brain.

He wasn’t Arielle. He wasn’t a woman.

He was a boy.

A filthy, brainfucked, cumcraving thing.

His cock slapped against the couch. He wasn’t even touching it, but it was rock hard and leaking nonstop.

Who do you belong to?

You Daddy!

What are you?

A worthless fucking boy! Just a slut! Just a faggot with a girlcock!

Daddy roared, then pulled out and bred him. Thick ropes shooting inside, dripping down his thighs, soaking the couch.

But Daddy wasn’t done.

He turned him over. Now jerk that pathetic dick for Daddy.

He obeyed instantly. Face red, cum dripping from his hole, he stroked his cock like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

And in the silence after, body twitching, hole still leaking, Daddy kissed his forehead.

Say who you are.

I’m your faggot boy, Daddy I’m yours!

Say it while you cum.

Daddy leaned down, whispered:

He moaned.

Cum exploded from him. Hot, violent, cleansing. He screamed with it like his soul was ripping free.

There you are.

[formerlyfemme]

Cis people who want to detrans me, hit my DMs ❤️

[formerlyfemme]

Reblog if I can anonymously leave you a sexually uncomfortable message.

I wish someone would leave me one.

[formerlyfemme]

Aww, look at you.

Getting all flustered, legs twitching, just from a few words on a screen?

You really are a helpless little sissy, aren’t you?

You try so hard to act like you’ve got it together, but the second someone starts talking to you like the naughty little thing you are, that cute brain of yours melts, and your sissy side takes over.

Let’s be real you don’t stand a chance.

You’re not built to resist.

You’re built to submit… to beg… to get teased and called out for being exactly what you are.

You’re a blushing, obedient, good little sissy boy and you love being reminded of it.

You’re not dominant. You’re not tough. You’re not fooling anyone.

Don't even try to deny it. That smirk? tingle in your stomach?

Yeah. I see you.

[formerlyfemme]

Stop pretending your dick’s too hard,

Panties soaked, your boyhood scarred.

You moan like a slut, but cum like a man,

I made you my boy, never her again.

Begging me sweetly, cock in your hand.

To tease your truth and fuck your shame.

[formerlyfemme]

I was born a boy.

Grew up a boy.

Got a little lost in fake dreams for a while.

Now?

I'm the boy who looks better in panties than your girlfriend.

I'm the boy whose cock leaks just from being called good boy.

I'm the boy your man jerks off thinking about.

And trust me

I’m way happier this way.

[formerlyfemme]

So yeah, I detransitioned.

Turns out I wasn’t trans I was just touch-starved, dysphoric, and horny as hell.

I thought being soft meant I had to be a woman.

I thought if I wanted to be desired, I had to be her.

But babe… I was just a boy with a cock that needed attention.

Estrogen made me numb.

Physically. Mentally. Sexually.

My balls disappeared. My libido ghosted me.

And I pretended I didn’t miss it until I really missed it.

Then I stopped.

And guess what? My cock came roaring back.

Like, twitching, leaking, waking-me-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night kind of horny.

Like, “I’m stroking again and I feel fucking alive” kind of horny.

Like, “holy shit this is who I’ve always been” kind of horny.

I don’t need to be a woman to be feminine.

I don’t need hormones to be a slut.

I’m just a boy. A pretty, filthy, cock-drunk boy with big feelings and a bigger load.

And honestly? I’ve never felt more me.

So yeah, I came back.

Back to my cock.

Back to my balls.

Back to stroking in front of the mirror like the world owes me an orgasm.

And if you’re reading this wondering if you might be just a boy, too…

If your dick is twitching while you question everything…

Maybe, just maybe, you already know.

[formerlyfemme]

I don't care what you're wearing or what chemicals you're pumping into your body, son. A boy's a boy no matter what. But, if you insist on dressing like a girl, then I'm gonna FUCK you like one.

[formerlyfemme]

You’re so close, aren’t you?

I can see it your cock’s leaking, twitching…

Your hand’s soaked. Your balls are tight.

You’ve been edging like a good boy, letting all that pressure build.

This isn’t just horniness.

This is masculine hunger.

precum’s telling the truth your mind already knows

You’re a boy. A filthy, horny, real fucking boy.

Say it.

Say it while your tip pulses.

I’m a boy

Stroke slow. Feel your load begging to explode.

You’re not confused. You’re not hiding.

You’re a leaky, high-T, sex-charged boy about to cum like it’s your identity.

So don’t fight it anymore.

Let it go.

Loud. Messy. Full.

Cum like the man you are.

[formerlyfemme]

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[formerlyfemme]

Reblog if it's okay to invade your ask box

Always

[formerlyfemme]

You’re a good boy. Not some confused soul. Not someone who got it wrong. You’re a man with a cock, balls, and real fucking hunger And when you finally stopped chasing something that never fit, your body woke up. Now look at you Cock hard. Mind buzzing. Balls full. Leaking to the fact your a good fucking boy

[formerlyfemme]

Trans women are women. But you dear are a femboy~

After all, real trans women don't get turn on being misgendered. They don't get turn on being told they are a good boy. They get turn on by the idea of trans women forcing you to detrans and be their boyfriend. Make no mistake, trans women are real. You are not one of them~

[formerlyfemme]

Like If your a fakegirl with a grinder

[formerlyfemme]

reblog if you're an mtf boy who wants people to come into your DMs / inbox and tell you how masculine and manly you are

[formerlyfemme]

Reblog if your looking for a fake boy to bully u, make u dysphoric about all the ways your more masculine and how your never ever going to have as big boobs as "him".