shywitchceleste

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02/28/2025

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"Aphrodite loves terfs" do you really think a goddess of love formed from a literal penis and the mother of Hermaphroditus, an intersex god who was associated with androgyny and feminine men, fucks around with transphobia?

she is a literal trans icon and to deny that will get you smited by all the gods

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I love being transgender and I'll never stop

Today was scary but raising 3k with my sister and being with my girlfriend filled me with hope. I love being transgender and I'll never stop.

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You seem cool hi 😊

Omg Hi :3

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Ah yes, classic entertainment

Is it bad that if you were running for president, I'd vote for you just so see what you would do in office because of your hilarious shenanigans? What would you do if you ever became the president?

I’d do hilarious silly little shenanigans like executing the oligarchy live on television

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Feeling this

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Every trans girl I know is like this.

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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, stretching shadows over the dense forest as Callum wandered deeper into its heart. His feet ached from the journey, but he pressed on, drawn by an instinct, a whisper in his mind that led him beyond the beaten paths. Rumors spoke of a hidden grove, an ancient place sacred to Artemis, the goddess of the hunt and wild places. He had no map, no guide—only a feeling that his path would end where he belonged.

As twilight gave way to night, the air grew cooler, filled with the scent of pine and damp earth. Trees towered above him like silent sentinels, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze. With each step, the forest felt more alive, as if it breathed and listened. The world around him seemed to fade away until only the forest remained, cloaked in mystery and moonlight.

Finally, he came upon a small clearing. In the center stood a marble statue of Artemis, her bow held proudly at her side, eyes fierce yet compassionate. Vines coiled around her figure, as though the forest itself reached out in reverence to the goddess. Pale flowers bloomed around her feet, glowing faintly in the moon’s silver light.

Callum felt his knees buckle as he gazed up at her, an ache growing in his chest—a longing he had hidden for so long, locked behind walls of fear and shame. He knelt before the statue, his hands shaking as he pressed his palms to the earth. With a trembling breath, he began to pray.

“Artemis, goddess of the hunt and the wilds… protector of those who wander and seek refuge,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I have come to you with a heavy heart, a soul out of place, searching for peace. I… I don’t feel whole, not as I am. I don’t belong in this form, in this skin. Please… if there’s any mercy in your heart, let me be true to myself. Let me be… her.”

His words hung in the air, fragile as spider’s silk, vanishing into the silence. The forest seemed to hold its breath, and he closed his eyes, bowing his head, feeling tears spill down his cheeks as he poured out every hope and desire he had kept hidden.

The night deepened, and for a moment, he thought his prayer would go unanswered. But then, a soft rustling stirred the air, like footsteps weaving through the underbrush. He opened his eyes, startled, to find the clearing bathed in an ethereal glow. The statue of Artemis shimmered, and a warm, radiant light surrounded it.

Then, the goddess appeared. She was tall and graceful, her hair a cascade of moonlight, her eyes piercing yet gentle as she looked upon him. She was both wild and serene, her presence filling the clearing with a sense of ancient power.

Callum’s heart pounded as he gazed upon her, feeling both awe and peace in her presence. Artemis stepped closer, her voice soft yet strong, resonating like a melody of the forest itself. “You have wandered far, child. I see your heart, the struggle that you have carried for so long.”

He bowed his head, unable to speak, the weight of her words sinking into his soul.

Artemis extended her hand, her touch feather-light as she placed it upon his brow. “If this is truly what you desire, if you wish to walk your path in a form that reflects your soul… I shall grant it.”

A warmth spread from her touch, a comforting heat that melted through his skin, into his bones, down to his very core. He felt his body shift, softening, reshaping, as if molded by the hands of the goddess herself. It was not painful, but powerful, like the earth shifting underfoot, like the tides being drawn by the moon. He felt himself becoming… her, in both flesh and spirit.

As the transformation completed, she raised her head, a new strength filling her limbs, her heart, her mind. She was whole, truly herself for the first time.

Artemis’s hand lingered on her shoulder, her gaze warm and steady. “You are now under my protection, child. Walk with confidence and peace in your heart. The wilds will shelter you, and I will be your guardian.”

With a gentle smile, the goddess faded back into the moonlight, her presence retreating like a passing breeze. The clearing was silent once more, but Callum—now Callista—felt no fear, only a quiet strength and a peace she had never known.

She rose, looking around the forest, feeling it as an extension of herself, her heart alive and aligned with the world. And with Artemis’s blessing, she knew she would never be alone again.