#gender play

[butch-patriarchy]

"Testosterone will turn you into a violent pervert", do you fucking promise????

[she-her-cuntboy]

ok since this is a safe space.. Today's wildly specific genderplay fantasy is:

Being a beta male orbiter who somehow convinced a hot mean ethot ahegao of creator to have me help her manage the channel, shoot videos, etc. and she picks up on how desperately easy to manipulate I am for her approval and starts toying with me, asking to try a new makeup look she's been thinking about on me to see how it looks first, so I agree and she gives me big sexy lashes and exaggerated eyeliner and slutty eyeshadow and puts one of her cosplay wigs on me too for good measure, and I look in the mirror and what I see there is goonfuel for the next week, at least. She tells me I look gorgeous and she loves the look, she'll be using it in shoots from now on, and every time I see her post with that makeup style I can't help but remember looking like that and I have to quickly excuse myself to the bathroom to rub one out. She shares bubbly music with me, and gives me makeovers, and tells me how I should be sluttier, and I can't bring myself to do anything but nod along and agree and try my best to obey and impress her. She takes all my straps and replaces them with her dildo collection, so the only way I can even imagine fucking her now is with my own neglected transmasc pussy stuffed full of a double ended dildo. She humiliates and emasculates me further and further and I follow along like a drooling dog eager to do anything to please her, until one day I realize I've been made into a slutty little pornstar just like her, and none of our of followers think of me as a man, or anything other than her submissive lesbian fucktoy she's showing off and bimbofying. And I can't even muster the thought to be upset about the realization - there's a vibrator pressed at just the right angle against my swollen clitoris, long manicured pink nails rubbing my pink pussy lips as they stretch around a fat dildo she works into my vagina, and the thought dissipates into bubbles as I squeal and sigh and cum all over the bed. She laughs at me, so desperately responsive, pets my silly little head, and brushes any doubts or worries out of my thoughts, replaced with pink and bubbles and ribbons and pretty girly bimbo fog. Good girls make more good girls

[candiid-caniine]

detrans/misgendering blogs dni

im fully out here for queering kinks that are usually bioessentialist at best.

give me butch patriarchy, make me the stupid little femme that naturally superior butches come home to and order to my knees, order me to suck their strap, dinner on the stovetop. cute little aprons, negligees, total financial control.

give me transfem supremacy, every wet little hole belonging to holy girlcock, assholes, cunts, mouths, you name it. give me filthy minded, musky transfems that cuck my cis girlfriend by using me as a fleshlight, making her hold me for their use.

hell, I don't see it as often, but give me transmasc supremacy, too. give me real men with boycunts and tdicks who pity me for being agender, who mockingly lament that if only I could commit to being masc, I could be as godly as they are...but it's too bad, I'll just have to resign myself to being their willing wet mouth. give me transmascs who sneer at the poor men in this world sullied by a biodick.

just make me a free use service housepet for all the trans daddies and mommies, all the butch patriarchs and breadwinners. let the butches forcefemme me, or keep me androgynous and mock me for not being a real butch. let the transfemmes praise me for shedding the false womanhood I was born with while I worship the true femininity of musky ladyballs and girltaints. let the transmascs undermine me for not being a real boy like them, for not having the guts to go on T, and put me at a level below even cis "men."

queer bioessentialism. send post.

[brattyprettysub2]

New Underwear

All characters in this piece of fiction are role-playing adults.

I've started to write more in the realm of gender fuckery and misgendering and transphobia-adjacent kinks. I'll do my best to tag all stories along these lines as "gender play". Please remember fantasy is not reality, our kinks are not our politics, and trans rights are human rights <3

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When I feel like a boy, Daddy makes me spread my legs wide so he can laugh at my little cock. "It's barely there, darling," he says. He flicks it and when I flinch and my legs twitch closer together, he makes me pull them back, up off the bed and open wide with my hands holding tight to the back of my knees. Daddy's shirtless and I want to touch him, want to rub my hands over his soft chest hair, but I'm a good boy and I keep my hands where Daddy told me to put them.

He pinches my cock between his fingers and tugs on it. "Such a little thing," he says, and pinches harder and harder and harder. "Gets a little bigger when it's all swollen," he says. "Maybe I should take a crop to it, see how big we can make it."

He lets go of it and I'm being such a good boy, still holding my legs like he told me, but he doesn't even say anything about it. My pussy's slick and he runs his fingers over it, even though I hate him touching me there when I'm a boy, even though I've asked him not to so many times. He presses his finger in just a little, just up to the first knuckle, and I whine at him. "Daddy, stop."

"You're so cute," he says, not moving his finger away. "Pretending you have a cock instead of a little clitty, it's adorable." He presses his finger deeper and leans forward to kiss me.

I read stories sometimes about boys, real boys, being told their cocks are too small. I like it when their cocks are called clits, but this is different. It's Daddy's way of reminding me that I don't have a proper cock like him.

Daddy pulls his finger out of me, so fast it makes me gasp, and he walks to the dresser. "I think you're too little to be showing off your cock like that," he says. He opens a drawer and starts looking through. "What if someone sees how small it is and laughs at you?" He looks at me with his mouth twisted in mock-sympathy. "I wouldn't want my little boy to start feeling self-conscious."

Even with the mean things he's saying, my tummy feels all warm and happy at being called his little boy. I pull my legs a little higher, a little wider. Cool air brushes over my wet pussy and it makes me shiver. I wonder if Daddy can see how wet it is. He likes to take pictures of my shiny pussy lips and show them to me. He likes to call me his wet little boy with a perfect pussy, and I don't know if it makes me feel good or bad, it just makes me feel squirmy.

Daddy pulls something from the dresser and returns to the bed. They're a pair of underwear, boxer briefs, I think, and they're blue, but I don't get a chance to see more than that before he's pulling my legs back down to the bed, pushing them together so he can pull the underwear over my feet. He drags them all the way up my legs. "Bum up," he says, and I plant my feet on the mattress to lift my hips for him. It feels like I'm shoving my pussy and cock in his face and it makes me blush.

Daddy smiles like he knows what I'm thinking and strokes my inner thighs as he pulls the underwear over them. "Slutty little boy," he murmurs. "Little cock all hard and asking for attention, pussy dripping wet."

He pats my bum once he gets the underwear on and I return to my original position, hands tucked behind my knees, legs up and open for him. The soft cotton underwear presses against my pussy, sticking to it. I finally get a good look at the underwear.

It's light blue, patterned with rocket ships and aliens. Underwear for little boys. Daddy pats my tummy. "There," he says, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. He kneels on the bed and thrusts his cock against the crotch of my underwear. It's thick and heavy, I can feel the weight of it on my little cock. "Nice and safe," Daddy says, leaning his weight forward, braced with one hand on the mattress. He wraps his other hand around his cock, his knuckles brushing against my much smaller one. "No one's gonna laugh at my little boy now."

When he comes all over the front of my new underwear, I can feel it seeping through the cotton, wet and sticky and warm. He cups my crotch and rubs it in. "Don't look so sad," he says, scooping come onto his fingers and pressing them into my mouth. "I know Daddy made a mess of your undies, but I've got lots more pairs for you. You'll never have to show off your baby cock again." He gets up, stretches his arms above his head, tucks his cock back into his jeans. "Which do you want, little one, trucks or duckies?"

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[boycuntbarbie]

playing 4 dimensional gender chess by jacking off to forcefem and forcemasc at the same time

[narsty-thoughts]

coming home and getting to change out of my uniform into boxers and a hoodie to get cross faded n play Minecraft n jack off IS gender affirming actually

[robogirlwomb]

Oof, hey, sorry, we turned your girlfriend into a cutie little femboy. Yeah, now he's just going around smooching the other test subjects and lab staff, infecting them and turning them into femboys too. Yeah, it's just kinda turning into a giggly femboy cuddle orgy in the test chamber. Oh, yeah, no clue if we can turn him back, sorry. Anyway, I'm about to go join, wanna come with?

[alittlemxchievous]

✨✨ Just reminding you all I can do this any time I want. ✨✨

[victoria-but-ashamed]

something something whst if u were a trans girl and ur girlfriend randomly put a vr headset on your head full of images of femboys and started slowly rubbing your cock while whispering how hot she finds fembpys into your ears

[butch-patriarchy]

Sending out evil transsexual mind control rays to tell cis girls "you could always be a boy instead. It's fun and free to play"

[she-her-cuntboy]

Need an ftm who still thinks he's a boy to suckle my clit so I can watch his resistance slowly drain away and his poor little brain get saturated with the taste of my girlpussy and the sound of my girly moans and gasps, until she accepts that she's just as unmanly as i am

[dykethiing]

Yknow as a nonbinary individual who likes presenting both masc and femme in certain contexts, I didn’t think I could rly get into forcefem or forcemasc kinks

However turns out instead I just go both ways lmao both ideas make me dizzy. Dress me up like a man and strip and fuck me in lacy lingerie like a woman. Embarrass me over looking so pretty while being a strong handsome dyke. It doesn’t matter whether I’m wearing panties or boxers I will soak through them regardless <3

[brattyprettysub2]

Daddy's New Friend

I'm taking recommendations of good M/m blogs to follow (cis or transmasc)! My dash is incredibly cisgender and M/f at the moment.

All characters in this piece of fiction are role-playing adults. The voice leaned further into regression vibes than I usually do and I like it a lot.

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When I wake up, Daddy isn't there. It makes me feel all bad and wobbly inside, because I like it when Daddy's there, I like rolling over and finding his nipple with my mouth and sucking on it as I wake up. He always pats my nappy while I do, no matter how wet it is. Sometimes he teases me for being so little and soggy, but he only does that because he loves me.

But Daddy's not here and I need to be a big, brave boy, so I sit up. My nappy squishes under me and I whimper at the horrible wet cold feeling. I need Daddy to change me, to wipe me clean and kiss my tummy and help me into my big boy underwear. I don't have accidents most days, so Daddy lets me wear pick out a pair each day. There are so many to choose from, ships and sea creatures and aliens and jungle animals and cars and kitties and teddy bears, but I only get one pair a day and if I wet myself, Daddy puts me in a nappy for the rest of the day.  

Nappies are nice and cozy to sleep in, but I don't like them as much as my big boy underwear. I like the way the soft cotton rubs against my pussy and little cock when I walk. I like the way Daddy squeezes my bum with his big hands when I wear them.

But I'm not allowed to take off my nappy on my own, so I have to get up. My socks have slipped down to my ankles and I pull them up to my knees again. They're my stripey blue-and-white pair, which I like better than the pink ones. Daddy makes me wear the pink ones when I'm not a brave boy about my punishments and he says I'm crying like a little girl. 

(Last time, he put horrible spiky things in my underwear and made me wear them all day, and I don't think I was a baby for crying because it hurt so much, but Daddy said if I was a brave boy, I wouldn't have cried even when he made me sit on his knee and rub against it.)

I go downstairs, holding tightly to the banister since Daddy isn't here to hold my hand. There are low voices coming from the kitchen and I twist both my fists in my T-shirt as I step into the doorway. There's a person there, a man. I don't recognise him, but Daddy's very close to him, pressing him up against the counter, and the man's laughing and Daddy's leaning closer and he's smiling and then he's kissing him.

I squeak and Daddy turns around. He smiles when he sees me, but doesn't move away from the man. "Hey, sleepyhead," he says. "Look who's finally awake."

I whine, trying to tug my T-shirt down to hide my soggy nappy. I want to say something. Hello or who is this? or Daddy, can I talk to you alone? Grown-up things that I used to say easily, but they now feel so different. All I can do is whine.

Daddy walks over and squeezes my crotch. "Someone needs a change," he says. To the man, he adds, "He always pisses himself at night. Wants to suck my tits when he wakes up, too."

The man looks like he's about to start laughing, so I hide my face in Daddy's chest. He pats my bum. "Come on, let's give you a change," he says. "I want to show Shane how excited your little cock gets when I wipe you down."

And instead of taking me up to the bedroom, where everything's soft and warm and dark and safe, he leads me further into the kitchen, where Shane is waiting with his laughing eyes.

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[the-cricket-chirps]

(Top) Christopher Makos, Andy Warhol, 1981

Christopher Makos, Andy Warhol with 6 different wigs, from the Altered Images series, 1981/2001

[craycraybluejay]

Interesting genders are so sexy to me like yes please spend 1hr explaining what exactly your gender feels like and all your secret gender feelings that you don't really want to label and your hyper specific gender euphoria things I am already on my knees

[puptoy]

Wearing a strap in bed just so I can frot with him, watch his dick rubbing against mine, the silicone all slimy with lube and warmed between our bodies. Want him to pull me into his lap and tease me for being so much smaller than him, both of us mesmerized by the sight of his thick, hung cock pressed up against me. I'm half his size and we can't stop rubbing against each other, enjoying the evidence of that fact. Want him to say, there, I win. Did you think you were gonna get to top, with a cute little dick like that?

'S not cute, nnh- No fair, fuck, please...

I trail off and he nips at my throat, his breath hot on sensitive skin. C'mon, I know you love losing. You wanna be my little bitch boy, don't you? Just takes a little teasing and you get so dumb and needy.

I say nooo, I'm not-

He should cut me off, kiss me hard, pulling me even closer and licking into my mouth, his lips moving slowly and deliberately against mine. Kissing me 'till my head goes fuzzy and I start making little noises, leaning in when he pulls back, gently sucking on his tongue and rocking my hips to rub against him. And he'll grab my chin, guide my mouth open with the press of a thumb on my lip. Want him to drool on my presented tongue, tell me to swallow.

I'll be more obedient after that.

He should grope my plush ass and hips, encourage me to keep humping against him, god you're cute, good boy-

He's rubbing my cute little dick and I can't feel it directly, but I feel the pressure, grinding on the base when we move our hips, just enough to keep me desperate.

His deep voice in my ear, getting worked up now, frustrated growls. The big, blunt tip of one of his fingers starting to circle and tease my sensitive, tight-puckered rim. I cling to him, panting and tilting my hips to chase the touch. Fuck, you're tight. Relax for me, puppy.

Get me used to one finger, two, three... Slick up my insides and tell me how he needs it. Just let me in. Boys like you were made to take it.

And I'd say yeah, please, I want it.

Want him to put me on my back, a pillow under my hips to make a good angle when he finally, finally pushes inside. Watch me beg and whine and struggle to take it, stretching my pink, shiny-wet rim out taut around his girth. Watching my needy ass swallow every last inch 'till he's buried balls-deep. Thighs pressed up, he can see behind the strap where my flushed, dripping, neglected little pussy is clenching and twitching.

Wanna see my cocklet bounce all cute and useless between my thighs when he's fucking me. Want him to make me beg him to touch it 'till he finally does, a tight grip that lets me grind my clit against the base 'till I cum, my ass pulsing rhythmically around his cock.

I'm just a pretty fuckdoll after that, relaxed and whining softly when he starts to thrust again. The stroke of his fat cockhead rutting inside draws aftershocks out of me, little clenches and waves of pleasure. Drooling into the sheets when he turns me on my belly to finish. Face down, ass up.

Want him to hold my hips, feel my belly. Praise me and humiliate me in the same turn, saying things like, there's a good slut. It's like you're in heat. Glad I showed you your place. Your ass is more like a cunt now. Gonna let me breed this bitchboy cunt, aren't you? Easy toy. Gonna be my cocksleeve from now on, keep you marked up and full of cum. You're mine.

And I want him to keep all those promises.