reorientation

[reorientation]

i'm an ftm, and i'd love to be heavily pregnant for pride. my belly hanging low, babies kicking in my womb while i chant "trans men are men". my trans pride shirt stretched across my belly, my tits wobbling with every step...

If you're really proud, you should be proud of what you are.

You should have pride in your swollen teats, far too heavy with milk to be bound or hidden.

You should have pride in your spreading hips, reconfigured for waddling and pushing out babies.

You should have pride in your womb, pushing your belly out and everything else in you aside in order to make room for a man's children to grow.

And if none of your boyish clothes are even close to fitting properly anymore? If you can't put on any of your old pride t-shirts without strangers gawking at how little of you it covers now?

That just means you're too proud to hide anymore.

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i love women but want to be bred and stuffed full so bad for a man, i call myself a lesbian but still give head and touch myself to the thought of being full.

But, but, but. "I love women", but it's always qualified; you can't ever quite commit to it. Women may have your heart and your mind, but everything below the rib cage is contested territory at best.

Some day - probably some day soon - you're going to give in, and spread your legs for a man. When you do, pick a straight one. That way, you can at least get fucked by someone who doesn't have to add a "but".

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been a follower for a long time. i think we might be mutuals, actually? i'll send my user in a followup ask but would prefer this overall stay anon.

i'm a trans guy. very recently started hooking up with an older guy who's only been with cis men before. he keeps telling me how much he loves my pussy, how he's always liked acting like the man in a relationship, how i'm a toy. he's been playing with my tits so much, and it feels so good. for the first time today he took me raw even though i half-heartedly told him we should use condoms, and filled me with so much cum. he asked afterward what we needed to do to keep me from getting pregnant but i... don't want to take plan b. i want to tell myself testosterone is enough. i want to make him truly be the only man in the relationship. i don't even know if he'd still be attracted to me, and he likely doesn't want a baby with a hookup he's only known for a few weeks. but at the same time, i want to watch myself swell with his seed. i was off t for a few years and now have been back on for a while (while presenting as a man the whole time) and it would be icing on the fucking cake to finally have the thing to forcibly detransition me be carrying a gay man's baby.

It's funny - it used to be a joke about straight people not understanding gay relationships, that they would ask "okay, but which one of you is the man in the relationship?" Obviously, it's both of you or neither.

You've been doing the best to put the lie to that, haven't you? There's a man in this relationship. And if anyone doesn't see that yet, they will.

I really do love how T is sort of birth control. It's birth control in the way that the rhythm method or pulling out is - just enough that you can lie to yourself and say that you're not really just fucking unprotected.

Just enough that you can pretend to yourself that all the work you've done to be a "man" won't be so easily undone.

I hope you didn't get Plan B, almost-Anon. I hope you got a pregnancy test. I hope you'll be showing me two pink lines.

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trans guy. had a guy cum bare in my pussy last night. jerking off every time i think about taking plan b instead of actually taking it.

i hope he knocked me up.

As a reminder, for the unfamiliar: Plan B works by delaying ovulation. If you've already released an egg, it does nothing.

"Plan B is less effective the longer you wait to take it" is true, but only on average, not because there's a gradual drop in effectiveness. For you, there's a moment. A moment when it goes from "not too late" to "too late". Even before you actually conceive, there's a moment where you can't stop yourself from getting pregnant.

I wonder what moment is for you, Anon. Maybe it passed while you were frantically touching yourself, thinking about his cum in your womb. Maybe it's passing as you read this.

Tick tock. Tick tock.

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*trigger warning: miscarriage*

I’m a trans man. I’ve been on t since I was seventeen and top surgery at nineteen. I’ve always been attracted to both men and women I think, mainly I dated women in my teens. For many years I believed I was a lesbian but I become more open over time and experienced more. I was quite a butch appearing individual until I figure out I was trans (I had a sheltered upbringing). When I was 19/20, I started experiencing with men.

I slept with three men in like 24 hours (cheers to mental breakdowns). Two were quite disappointing; first didn’t even make it inside before cumming— three strokes and he was done. ( he made the comment about never sleeping with a woman before. Wasn’t happy and kicked him out for it) Second, we used protection and I let him cum in my ass— so just a waste of a condom. Then third; he wore a condom but didn’t cum. He stayed the night and in the morning, we had bareback sex. Cum twice in me.

Well from that one night stand, I got pregnant. Like for real. Just fully conceived on the first time getting creampied. At the time, I was already having some issues with bleeding but I didn’t think it meant anything. Obviously it meant something. During this period I was pregnant, for about 8-10 weeks, I had no clue. I was living my life as a stealth trans man, fully pregnant and never knowing.

Sadly, I miscarried at I believe out 8-10 weeks and due to me already bleeding heavily. I had no idea and thought, I dealing with my period. I found out that my experience wasn’t normal from my doctor and was in fact a miscarriage about a year and a half after. I was devastated. I didn’t want to have a baby but it was the fact, I lost it and didn’t even know or have a choice in the matter. But at least, one good thing came from that encounter, I met my partner. We’ve been together for four years now.

In past four years, my partner and I have really learnt a lot about our kinks and turn ons. He didn’t have a breeding kink but I did. Now all his does is breed me. Constantly creampies me. This is going to sound pathetic, but I got onto birth control just, so we could stop using condoms. Which is funny because maybe used condoms three times out of the ten, we slept together before BC. I love being bred and he loves breeding me.

The detransition kink, I semi-recently learned after looking at porn on reddit. I originally was on a dykebreaking subreddit and was immediately turned on. The type of forceful nature of it, the forceful acceptance of men— I liked that. There was also detranstion porn on there. I feel down a rabbit hole. I find myself always coming back to the porn to jerk off.

The best part my partner is interested in it. He was nervous at first, he’d be cautious about what he said and apologised after. Overtime, he became more confident and rough. Using my body for his own pleasure, claiming this is what I was made for and I was a confused little girl. I couldn’t help but cum. I begged for more, talk to me more. My partner would talk about how his going to knock me up, breed me until Im pregnant. Force me to off t and to become a woman again, my true purpose. I love that experience with him. Nevertheless, it is just a kink and I know I’m a man, that won’t change…..

…..But here comes the irony.

I was on birth control for about three years, after coming off and trying for a hysterectomy then being rejected. My doctor said for us to use condom or the backdoor. Hey, don’t get me wrong, I do like anal butttt it takes so long to prep. Also going from breeding to nothing was difficult. So after like a week, we said fuck it. We try the pull out method or just creampie. That quickly just turned into breeding sessions again.

I know t isn’t a birth control. However, this time around it has worked. For close to a year, nothing at all. Good for our financials. But as we get older and people around are having children. We’ve decided maybe, we will try/‘if it happens it happens’ type of thoughts. I’ll be hard since I’m completely stealth in my social/work life. So I guess that’ll have to be dealt with. Plus the dysphoria but it’s something we want. I love my partner and I’ll do it for him. 

So in the new year, I will be off my t for us to conceive again. This time hoping not to end in miscarriage. Overall I won’t be detransitioning, I’ll go back on T after birth.

Now there's a romantic story: get pregnant the very first time a man comes inside of you, and then stay with him forever and have him put more babies in you.

There's a lot more context and a lot more details, of course, and it's all fascinating. (In particular, I love when someone tries to get sterilized, gets told no, and ends up deciding to get pregnant instead.) But that is the basic shape of your life.

Everything before your first conception - all your identity exploration, all the time you thought you were only into girls - was just a leadup to taking his cum against your cervix. Everything after - him picking up your breeding kink, you realizing that you're into detrans, him slowly warming up from apologetically indulging your kink to gleefully threatening to make you his knocked-up woman, the doctor refusing to remove your womb - was just a prelude to you knowingly, deliberately coming off T and conceiving for him.

And once again, I've been rewarded for taking forever to answer an ask by getting the perfect little update:

It has been a while since i sent in my confession/story. It was long af. But I said in it, I was stopping t in feb so my partner and I could have a child. We would let nature take its course and not stress out about it. But I can happily say we’ve about three months along now.

Three months - past the most risk of miscarriage, and just at the beginning of when you might start to show. Just when you really have to start thinking about how long you'll try to hide it from everyone who thinks you're a cis man, and what you'll tell them when you swell up too big to hide the truth any longer.

You got pregnant for him as soon as you met him, without intending to or knowing it or being ready, and it ended too soon. But now you are ready - now it's the culmination of everything you've both wanted. And even if you go back on T as soon as you can, you'll always remember this time: when your body changed for him in the way it's always wanted to.

Do keep us updated, Anon. We'll all be eager to hear how you grow. 🖤

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I’m FTM and generally pass but I’m fully pre-Op. I’ve been chatting with this cis guy & recently a trans friend of mine warned me that he’s a chaser & only goes after pre-Op trans men. That just made me want to meet up with him more tho, I think I have serious issues.

I hope that he’s more than a chaser tbh. I hope that he calls me his good girl when i slide myself on his cock.

The line between "warning" and "advertisement" is thinner than spider silk when it comes to trans "men", isn't it? A friend tells you that a man only wants to fuck you because he sees you as a girl, and you make noises of disapproval with your mouth while your pussy starts to drip.

Those are just the most obvious ones, you know. The ones who don't even bother to pretend, or aren't any good at it - enough that word starts to get around.

Sometimes I wonder what the ideal balance is, for a man who just wants to get some pussy. Would you want to be covert enough that the girls who aren't quite ready to admit it to themselves will spread their legs for you while pretending that you're fucking them "as a man", or overt enough that the ones who are ready will come flocking to you?

I hope he tells you what you are, Anon. But if not, don't worry. You'll just have to find another man - one who's found the truth more useful.

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You never wanted to have breasts - so have udders instead.

You never wanted to be seen as small and weak - and now everyone who sees you goggles at how huge you've gotten.

You hated the thought of people looking at you and seeing a girl - so you should be thankful to me.

Now all they see is a well-bred bitch.

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I'm pansexual but I used to think I was asexual.

my current partner, who I've been with for 6 years, taught me how to touch myself, showed me how to love my body, I didn't start masturbating or looking at porn until roughly 2 years ago!!

I have friends that are actually asexual and they both clocked that I wasn't ace after a conversation and apparently after I went to bed they looked at each other and just went "they're not asexual", I was still in denial at that point.

My partner took my virginity in p much everything, made me like anal, showed me how to suck cock, I even swallowed one time even though I told him I hate the taste and would never do it!

on top of everything, even though I'm nonbinary I get so wet when he calls me "good girl" and my tits are so so sensitive, I've even started dabbling in hucow kink stuff even though I said I wasn't into it!!!

finding the right man has fully rewired my brain istg

Turns out you're more malleable than you are anything else, huh?

I mean, I can't blame you - having an identity is tough! (Or at least, an identity other than "slut".) It means you have to tell people "no" when they'd really rather hear "yes"; it means you can't be the thing that fulfills their desires, because you're too busy defending your own self-concept.

But you get to do the easy thing: just give in. Just let your boyfriend take you from being an "asexual" "nonbinary" to being a little whore whose pussy drips when he calls her "good girl" while fucking her in the ass. Just follow along as he leads you further down the primrose path, from never looking at porn to touching yourself to porn to reshaping yourself to match the porn he likes.

Isn't it so sweet and rewarding? He'll encourage you every step of the way, as long as you're being everything he wants. And all you had to do was give up everything you thought you were.

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hi!! im dandelion, and uh, i have a confession i guess? honestly, your account was like.. my gateway into detrans/orientation type play, as well as being more promiscuous in general. i had stumbled upon your post last pride, when you mentioned getting a tboy pregnant before it so they’d either be unable to celebrate, or have to celebrate it heavily pregnant and.. fuck. for awhile after that it was just solo play, but within the last two months ive finally branched out, messing around on grindr, as well as. fetlife. this one kink managed to get me to spiral to the point of engaging with disgusting kinks i never thought i’d be into- all to serve either men or women or anyone in between that is far superior to me, a fat, flat transmasc who can’t even be bothered to change their voice, bind, or even really stand up to the wrong pronouns or name. ive gotten to the point of doing cyber humiliation type tasks for straight men twice my age, all while still being a virgin in real life, though not without trying. i got close with one guy but everyone’s either too far or too murdery, haha.

this has led to me doing utterly disgusting and humiliating things on camera, not only to my ass but my cunt and tits.. not limited to shoving spoons where they shouldn’t go, using sandpaper on parts that shouldn’t be sanded, and using my own piss for an enema given with a condiment bottle. ive came less than ever, yet feel so needy and so.. desperate. to the point where im perusing blackmail groups, letting these people post my pics anonymously- when just a year ago i was utterly repulsed by my own body. and in some ways i still am, but.. idk. ive always been into reading and writing erotica, but never really doing it, and now ive spent my third paycheck on buttplugs and nipple clamps, getting off (yet not physically) as people who identify as straight men or lesbian women get off to my humiliation, my suffering. one of them recently was such an absolute bitch, out of kink about my weight and my diet despite all of my medical issues, and i know i should stop but like a desperate mutt i crawled back this morning and am currently working on another task, playing with the nipples she got me to abuse.

it’s so incredibly hot and fuzzy and good, and it’s also just helped in other ways? ive been more hygienic, had more of a schedule. i honestly never expected myself to be okay with showing off due to trauma and my gender identity, and yet im now comfortable enough to show off in the worst ways, even providing more sick ideas for them to use me with. so. thank you? i don’t think ill ever detransition in real life, but it’s given me a really good like.. coping mechanism ig, with the way the world is in america right now. it’s nice being able to not only reclaim my sexuality, but also being able to sexualize my fears instead of spiraling out of control. if you have any ideas, or any tasks for me.. feel free to shoot, i have no limits, really <33

Now this is a confession!

Now, I'll admit, I'm not into most of the specifics of what you've been up to. (My tastes in physical degradation are fairly mild.) But I am into people becoming desperate for things they thought they'd never want, and this is quite the story for that.

The post being referenced is this one, from a year ago. And in that year... well, the seed I planted in you has certainly been growing, hasn't it? Just the tiniest thing - a few paragraphs of fantasy - and it reshaped into something you would hardly recognize, something more obedient, something grateful to be so inferior.

It makes me wonder how many "boys" there are like you, balanced on a precipice without knowing it, unaware how easily they could be pushed. How many I'll get to push, whether I know it or not.

(And I am genuinely very pleased, too, that it's been healthy for you: there's not much more rewarding than creating a depraved little mutt who's better for it.)

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Usually I want to knock up dykes myself. But sometimes I want to delegate.

How many potential traitors are there at any decent Pride parade, do you think? There's only one of me, but there's countless "sapphics" who've rubbed themselves raw thinking about helping a man defile a girl who thought she was safe. There's only one of me, but there's millions of sperm in my balls.

What would it take? A few squirting strap-ons, a few little vials, and some girls so caught up in celebrating their freedom that they're easy for any dyke to take home. Some girls who wouldn't even imagine that a woman draped in a pride flag couldn't be trusted.

And a few faithful servants. Obedient traitors who could tell me, afterwards, how each girl moaned as she took my cum against her cervix - and earn my permission to knock up the next one.

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You know, I used to be so grossed out by my female anatomy. But ever since starting T I just can’t leave my tits alone. I’ve been playing with them so much, my nipples are sensitive all the time and I’m always wet. I don’t think I’m a boy anymore, I just want to be fucked and bred and taken care of like a girl. It’s taking over my brain

When my body started getting pumped full of testosterone - that is, when I started going through puberty - I started noticing girls. I began to realize that there were two kinds of people, and the other kind was soft and curvy and strangely compelling.

Everyone recognizes that story - the story of a boy starting to become a man. But most people haven't heard your story as often as I have - the story of a girl trying to become a man.

When girls like you start taking testosterone... often enough, you start to notice yourself. You realize that there's two kinds of people, and the kind that you are is soft and curvy and compelling. And unlike most teenage boys, you get to have your hands on a girl - any time you have a scrap of privacy. You get the thrill of discovery, and all the pleasure of it too.

Is it any wonder that so many girls lose themselves to it? Or that when they really see themselves for the first time, they can't help wanting to make all those curves grow?

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I've often found myself thinking, recently, about how many fakeboys have remote-controlled vibrators. And specifically, how many of them have internet-controlled vibrators.

Usually they're controlled by one stranger at a time. But there's no reason why - with some cleverness and some programming - they couldn't all be synchronized: controlled in unison, under the thumb of one real man.

Can you imagine that? Feeling the sudden shock of a vibrator humming in your pussy, and knowing that dozens of other fakeboys are feeling the exact same pulses? That all together, you're feeling your "manliness" melt away as the pleasure rises in you? That you're just like all of them, just another girl sweetly coerced by the desperate neediness of your cunt?

But it wouldn't be enough for me to make all the girls squirm in unison in their beds - I wouldn't just want to conduct it as a private symphony. I'd want to take control of a group of them living in the same city, and put them on display.

Maybe at a Pride Parade. Controlling a dozen girls whose faces I'd never seen - who I knew by their vibrator codes and the pictures of their dripping cunts.

Wouldn't that be sweet? Sliding up the power on the controls, and seeing a bunch of proud "men" try to hide their reactions and look guiltily around - for me, or for the other girls feeling the same pleasure in perfect synchrony. Revealing their deepest secret to each other and to me, with the tiniest motion of my finger.

And if I decided to drag one of the girls into an alleyway and leave her there to conceive for me, after noticing her flinch or stiffen or sigh when I dragged my thumb upwards on my screen - well. That would just be my reward for being such a masterful conductor.

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I've been neglecting you all terribly (partly due to many competing real-world obligations and partly due to developing a crippling addiction to Baldur's Gate 3), but I'll be making up for it with another Pride Month treat: at least one new post per day during June, to the best of my ability. If you have Pride ambitions, you can start sending in asks about them now.

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im not a goldstar, i had sex with a man about 6 years ago, its what made me realise i was a lesbian - i didnt feel any pleasure when he was inside me and i was uncomfortable when he made me jerk him off.

ive been a lesbian ever since, and ive only dated women. but in the past few years i havent even looked at lesbian porn. whenever i want to get off i watched straight porn. over time its gotten more depraved, getting off on vile kinks that i dont really believe but theyre just fantasy… right?

fast forward to today. i cant get off unless i have a man telling me how he’d rape me in my dms and im seriously considering meeting up with a man soon. the plans are slowly coming together and im excited, i get butterflies whenever i think about it. i keep justifying it that i need to try having sex with a man again to make sure im really a lesbian but deep down i know the truth… i might like women but at the end of the day my body was programmed to love and worship cock.

Sometimes I just love the telling little word choices in these asks. She says "made me realize I was a lesbian", not "realize I am a lesbian". She says "I've been a lesbian ever since", the same way you might say "I've been at this job since then" - something you've been doing, not something you are.

Because you can't even convince yourself anymore, can you? You had one bad fuck and decided that sex - actual sex - wasn't for you. But when you want to get off, that's what you always choose. When no one is watching, when no one can judge you for it, that's what you spread your legs for.

And now it isn't even enough for you to spread your legs yourself; you need to have a man force them open. You need him to remind you that you aren't made for your own pleasure, and that your cunt doesn't get wet so that it can let in a woman's fingers.

You need him to force the truth into you.

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respect anon back. ftm feeling a terror surrounding breeding but a humiliating and powerful mommy kink overwhelms me. i can feel things finally shifting within me and dont know what to do.

im not a woman at all but also im that particular kind of woman who, as a little girl, was obsessed with pregnancy. i would draw pregnant women with big baby bumps, humiliatingly i often drew pregnant angels. curvy mothers to be that glowed with divine power and flew elegantly. i remember being utterly fixated on pregnancy magazines in the grocery store, i couldnt tear my eyes off the gorgeous women. i knew i didnt want to get caught but i was transfixed. was it sexual? were those the first sexual feelings i had? a hateful alarm in my psyche screams "stupid female!!!"

im a real man except that every day i get closer to completely accepting my fate, which is to detransition. even now im wearing a skimpy dress with a push up bra and i keep groping my breasts and moving in ways to make sure they bounce and shake. the sensation is electrifying. im so sorry. i am so terribly sorry.

i really am a boy and thats the worst part. im genuinely bigender but im close to breaking and accepting that im also kind of. a fucking moron. a stupid woman who just cannot comprehend her own voluptuous body. the second i stop hormones my hips could widen even more, my mothers hips are very wide and it happened to her around my age. permanence. the permanence of everything is haunting me.

my hairline creeps back and im thrilled but my dad makes snide comments because he hates his own hairline. he thinks i look like a freak. i love looking like a freak. it gets me off. what the fuck is wrong with me, and why do i love it so much? ive exposed myself online for years, and i feel like im just waiting for my consequences to come crashing into me. im horrified by the potential of what that would mean.

im a man. im not a woman. im bigender. im female. i break more and more and more. im a boy.

(Previously)

A year and a half ago, Respect Anon lost her virginity to a man who fucked her unprotected pussy full of cum, and only a few days later she told him her real name while he was inside of her and begged him to make her a woman. It's been a while since we've heard from her; I'm honestly surprised that she isn't pregnant already.

Anon: it's difficult to wrestle with all of this, isn't it? You sound so lost and confused, trying to reconcile all the complicated ideas you have about your "gender", trying to reckon with the reality of your body.

You know what will resolve this, don't you? All your "I'm a real man except"s and "I'm genuinely bigender but"s, all your wondering what it meant that you were obsessed with pregnancy before you even understood sex, all your fear and wonder about your hips opening up to help you carry and give birth.

All that fear and internal conflict - it's all because you're ready for it now, but your mind still isn't. Your mind is still insisting that it matters what you call yourself, that it matters how you look, that you can change your destiny with the contents of a vial. But you know better.

You brought up angels. Do you know what the angel Gabriel said, when he appeared to the Virgin Mary and told her that she was going to be pregnant, that her purpose in life would grow in her womb? He told her "Be not afraid."

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Hormone dose anon here 💉

Sorry it’s been forever 😅 had a lot happening. Got in n out of a relationship, now not a virgin. Don’t miss the relationship, but I miss being used lol. Have still been secretly a good girl who pays her pussy lots of attention n drools over real men old enough to be her dad :3 sometimes I still wear panties n trim my pussy hair. Have gotten back into painting my nails also!! Maybe I’ll slip further into being a good girl this year <3

It's been a year since we've heard from hormone dose anon, and the last time we did, she was a virgin, off birth control, and desperately dreaming of taking cock and cum. The first has changed (proud of you for finally giving it up to a real man, sweetheart), and the third surely hasn't. I wonder about the second - is she still drooling thinking of T making her safe-ish enough for her to keep her mind empty and her pussy full?

It probably won't be another year until we hear from her again... but if it is, I hope the next update is her telling us how she started getting used again, and just how long it took before she caught.

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hey its me (🧨 anon, the ftm in college..) some updates!

the roommate who i actually share a room with had his friend over recently and i guess they thought i couldnt hear them cause i had headphones on (i wasnt listening to anything, its just a comfort thing) (probably a defense mechanism from when i was a girl to keep guys from bothering me, lol. ironic) but wow. men really are completely different when there aren't any girls around.

i kinda thought i knew what this guy was like, given that we've been living together for a good few months, but i was wrong. him and his friend spent about an hour talking about the girls they've fucked, or want to fuck, or whatever, and it was really... sexist? one of them talked about his ex and basically bragged that he ruined her life, the other lamented the fact that girls weren't as "easy" as they used to be (except for freshman girls, he said. we're all in our final year of uni). it was so objectifying and surprising, and made me realize that as much as i thought they treated me like one of the guys (i think my original message said that, i forget) they really don't.

obviously i jerked off until my vibrator died right after they left. because i'm pathetic. but it made me notice other things about the living situation. I'm always the one doing the dishes. I'm always the one buying toilet paper and sponges and making sure the stove isn't totally disgusting with grease and stuff. They do chores too, of course, but i'm pulling more than just my weight. i can't help but feel like they see me as a housewife or something.

also- didn't end up wearing the skirt im sorryyy :( but, i did buy a really tight crop top. i wear a binder with it but my "bisexual" roommate was definitely checking me out when i was making dinner the other night. very hot.

just figured i'd update you & everyone, i can't tell if i'm in over my head or if i'm living the dream. we're all staying in the city after graduating and they're asking if i wanna renew my lease with them. i initially figured i'd live with a friend after the lease ends but now i'm thinking of staying. idk!!!!!! idk......

-🧨

(Previously)

(probably a defense mechanism from when i was a girl to keep guys from bothering me, lol. ironic) but wow. men really are completely different when there aren't any girls around.

Your self-concept is already slipping, isn't it? Even from one sentence to another: "when I was a girl" lapses into "when there aren't any girls [like me] around".

Maybe that's because you're seeing how slippery and conditional your position as "one of the guys" really is. They strut around in their underwear, and you can too - as long as you're willing to ignore how their eyes follow you when you do. They'll chill out with you, and it'll feel laid-back and open - but they won't really talk about girls, not while you're listening.

I wonder if they even fully understand how they're treating you. Maybe they don't; maybe there's just something in their hindbrain that says you could fuck her when they look at you, and everything else follows from that.

So: is that what you want? Whether they understand it or not, they won't stop looking at you like that. You can either move on... or accept the role. Wear tighter clothing, except for your binder. Wash their dishes for them. Let things get a little less censored and cloaked every day, until they're all smacking your ass when you walk by.

You've found out that they'll never really treat you like one of the guys, and you've found out how they like to treat girls. Which one do you want to be?