#i feel rabid rn because i genuinely fem myself up whenever im in a relationship and have to strain myself to remain masc

[piggywife]

as a straight trans guy i want to subtly force you to feminize and detransition for me, under the guise of being another gay t4t trans guy. maybe we start dating after hitting it off at an ftm support group <3 i want to only compliment your feminine features and not compliment you when you try to exhibit 'masculinity' until you try to be as feminine as possible just to get attention from me. i start buying you pink, girly skirts and dresses and tops as a reward for being more feminine for me. when you hesitate i'll encourage you. oh don't worry sweetheart many boys are gender non conforming don't be silly!! you'll look like such a pretty boy. until the only clothes you have are the cute little outfits i buy you because you only ever want to be girly and feminine after my encouragement!!! subtly i slip in 'good girl' sometimes when we have sex and you don't even flinch because of course it's obviously because you're such a cute gnc feminine boy!! yeah no don't be silly. one day i finally decide i want to officially make you a mommy, with my squirting strap that, little do you know, holds real sperm. i moan that you're gonna be such a good mommy for me, deadname, and all you can do is moan louder. such a good girl. i buy you so many pretty aprons with pink hearts on them along with breastforms that you'll be wearing for the foreseeable future for your new fulltime job: being my stay at home housewife <3 maybe i'll bring you back to the support group and introduce you to everyone. 'hi everyone this is my new girlfriend [deadname]!!' nobody recognizes the girly whore in front of them with your huge belly, fake tits and full face of makeup, even if you wanted to try and fight it. and everyone's so happy about our pregnancy!!! hmm wonder what happened to that one trans guy who used to come here?

I've never dated a trans guy before, but it felt exhilarating to be with someone with the same struggles. I didn't question it at all when you'd compliment my feminine features - I have a lot of them, and naturally turn to femininity to make myself appealing to a partner. My few attempts at acting masculine are laughable at best, and I quickly cut it out to get more approval from you.

Before I even realize it, I own so much makeup and feminine clothing. I throw out my old boy clothes and keep all the gifts you've given me. I want to be a good "boyfriend" to you and cherish every gift! It's so fun being gender non conforming and playing dress up for you, and your praise keeps me motivated to be a pretty boy.

I completely overlook any time you call me "good girl", especially in the heat of the moment when we're having sex. Mistakes happen! And I can't even admit it, but it felt kind of nice. This continues until you're misgendering me constantly whenever you pound me with your strap. I've become conditioned to love it, it's all just dirty talk. I clench down hard on your strap when you promise to make me a mommy, clueless that you really mean it this time. All while you fuck the sperm deeper and deeper into my pussy.

I adjust surprisingly well to my new life as a housewife. I always liked taking care of the household chores and cooking, and you cared for my needs in turn. One night I'm making dinner and you come and kiss me. Your hand strokes the curve on my apron made by my pregnant stomach with our baby inside.

I'm all nerves when we go back to the support group. I feel shy and a little embarrassed - what if the others recognize me? What a foolish thought to have. You immediately introduce me by my real name and I lean into you at ease. Since we met, I've completely transformed into a gorgeous, feminine housewife, and we're expecting too! Nobody would consider for even a moment that your busty, pregnant partner ever stepped foot in a ftm support group before <3