#pre op mtf trans

[addelaidesupreme]

I'm watching a video essay about a game ive been interested in playing. The creator of the video, who has crossdressed multiple times, makes a "women arent funny" joke, and i suddenly realize ive never witnessed him acknowledge a woman in an uplifting way before.

I'm on a dating app for lgbt+ people. I've stated multiple times on my profile that i would rather lose an arm than recieve nudes without consent. I will be sent five dick pics for every 2 people i talk to that night.

I'm talking with my dad, who informs me he's been trying his best to learn about trans issues. He says the same things steven crowder brings up when trying to ridicule trans people. I gently but firmly correct my father and get told that ive been fed propaganda.

I'm on instagram, under the comments of a post ridiculing someone for being a misogynyst. Someone's left a comment saying "it must be hard being a woman on the internet" and i respond "it is." I will have every aspect of my appearance scrutinized as a reminder that no matter how well i pass, it will never be enough for someone with bad intentions.

I'm back on that dating app for lgbt+ people. I'm messaged by an attractive looking person, but i can see their partner prominently displayed in all but their main photo, oftentimes striking what im sure they thought was a very intimidating pose. Their bio says "looking for a third for our anniversary." I know that even if I did feel up to it, the gruff partner wouldnt approve of me because i don't pass.

I'm at a job interview for a clothing store. I tell the gracefully-dressed woman interviewing me that ever since i began my transition, i've discovered an interest in fashion, and that this job would allow me to dip my toes into the industry in a safe way. I'm told that i've reduced womanhood to a stereotype, and i can tell by her tone that i lost any chance at the job the minute she realized i was trans.

I'm at the same hospital i got facial feminization surgery in, trying to figure out what's wrong with my bowels. When the person behind the desk gives me a wristband with my patient info on it, i notice a single, lonely, letter M. I ask a nurse in private why it would say that despite me having changed it nearly a year prior. They say they have no clue, and bring in paperwork for me to fill out and have it re-changed again.

I'm living with my mom at the time. I'm new to transitioning, and decide to try my hand at voice training. It feels a bit off, but otherwise im feeling neutral toward the whole thing. I try speaking in this new voice to my mom and she laughs. Now, when people ask if i intend to voice train, i find speaking at all difficult for minutes after.

I didnt have some sort of grand message to convey by this. I just had a thought and then that thought spiralled into whatever the hell this became. Some, okay most, might call it complaining; they are right to do so.

[uncanny-tranny]

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[babyfilth]

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[squishysoftmonsters]

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[sararaeacesstuff]

[auspicioustidings]

Dessert

Summary: You're a bit unsure about sex with Johnny as you've not slept with someone since you started transitioning, but it turns out you don't need to worry about it.

Words: 5k

CWs: heavy smut with a sprinkle of breeding kink, reader if mtf trans (no-op, on hormones), terminology used in the start for anatomy is masculine and moves to feminine throughout

If you do not like cis people writing about trans bodies, then skip this one.

You just couldn’t get comfortable with it, couldn’t reconcile your body with the expectations other people put on it. It’s not that your sex drive wasn’t there. Well for a while when you started hormones it died a death, but there was still a desire there now along with the small feminine slope of breasts. Honestly you had sort of thought you’d never get hard again, but after your second or third date with Johnny you went home and masturbated for the first time in what might have been a year or more when he had kissed you and his hand had brushed your nipple as it moved from your cheek to your waist.

--

There were a lot of things you would do before you would have sex. Skydiving without a parachute for instance.

There was a flood of shame after the fact. You and your cock had a contentious relationship. You wouldn’t mind her being there if it hadn’t been decided by the world around you that she made you distinctly unfeminine. But it was a part of your body and the thought of surgery made you feel a little sick. You had been considering it the more you saw Johnny. You just wanted him to like you so badly.

You had it right there in your bio on tinder that you were trans, so it wasn’t like he didn’t know. But then you’d been seeing him for months and you had never talked about it at all. He was the first man you had spoken to on the app who hadn’t immediately wanted to know all the intimate details of your body or made it clear you were a novelty fuck (you had went on a few disaster dates that only made your appetite for sex worse with how they spoke to you before you made excuses and fled early).

The bar was in hell, you knew that, but it didn’t stop you from falling for the gentle Scot with kind eyes. Maybe he was asexual and that’s why he had never really moved beyond chaste kisses. You were too scared to ask, too scared that it would be because he liked you as a person well enough but the idea of a trans body repulsed him. He said he was a straight man on the app after all, he’d probably not want to touch you pre-op (pre-maybe unwanted you were sort of confused on the issue-op).

You were going to his place tonight for dinner. Maybe you’d finally work up the courage to ask him about it.

—

Gaz watched Soap thunk his head against the table again and glanced around to see Price and Ghost found this just as amusing as he did. Watching him go from enthusiastic barracks bunny to repressed simp over the past months had been equal parts sad and hilarious to watch. He was arse over teakettle for some broad he had met on a dating app. His MO was to take a girl on a few dates and develop a FWB situation that suited them both until she wanted to have a full romantic relationship and so parted with him on good terms (usually). This one though he had seemed stunned when he showed up at the pub after their first lunch date. It had been months of him in a daze talking about how much he liked her, how she was funny and smart and beautiful and just got him.

Of course then the fact that he hadn’t yet gotten in her pants had come to light and they watched as Soap got more and more distressed and wound up about it. Soap as a rule was a thirsty little slut at the best of times, for him to have been getting off with only his own hand and a no doubt thoroughly abused fleshlight was unheard of and really convinced Gaz that this might actually be it, he may actually have found the girl who was going to make him want to settle down. They all knew the one time he had tried to transition into something a little hot and heavy she had flinched away, he hadn’t stopped beating himself up about it.

To that end he sighed and supposed he’d better actually give the idiot some advice to make sure he didn’t fuck this up. All he had seen were some photos of the girl and she looked pretty enough, nice little dresses but nothing that screamed religious conservative who wouldn’t be having any sex before marriage (although in honesty he was pretty sure if she said that was the case Soap may get down on one knee there and then).

“Right mate, actually give us some intel to work on here so we can provide some tactical support.”

Soap groaned, head still on the table but now flopped to the side so he could look at Gaz like the most pathetic puppy in the pound.

“Already told ye, she’s bonnie, got her head screwed on and has excellent patter but she disnae seem interested in anything physical. Fuck what if I need tae be with this lassie without pumping her? Like what if she’s just naw intae sex? Ye need tae put my wage up Captain so I can afford the metric fuckton of equipment I’m going tae need tae take care of myself for the rest of my life” he whined, really not doing much to seem less like a kicked mutt.

Gaz saw Price just roll his eyes affectionately before taking a drink of his pint while Ghost simply took about a thousand photos of pathetic puppy Soap. Big fucking help those two were.

“Seems like something she’d have put on her profile, you got it saved still?”

Soap returned his forehead to the table and blindly groped at his jeans to get his phone out, unlock it and hand it over.

“Got a folder for her, screenshot is in there” he mumbled into the table.

Gaz took the offered phone and found the folder. He winced a little because it was almost gross how obviously enamored he was based on the number of photos. Cute, but gross. He blinked a few times at the screenshot of the profile. Oh. Oh yeah ok. John MacTavish was an idiot and Gaz was not quite sure how to break this one to him gently. He didn’t have to because Ghost looked over his shoulder before smacking Soap hard on the head.

“What the fuck wis that for?!”

“Being a daft cunt. You said she flinched because you tried to feel up her tit and because of that you think she’s not into sex?”

“Well aye, what else dae I take away from that?”

“That she’s growing a set of tits and they’re tender as fuck Sergeant. Your girl wasn’t flinching because she didn’t like it, she was flinching because it probably gave her an ache that if you’re lucky shot straight between her thighs.”

“I… you’re messing wi’ me.”

Ghost just looked at him with some disgust while Gaz looked on in pity. Poor idiot Soap. Ghost and Price has shared a trans woman for a while he knew, so they would both be well aware of the basics. He hadn’t actually fallen into bed with a trans woman himself, but he had certainly had some good times with Farah and Alex. He never wanted to repeat the experience of not knowing what the fuck he was doing and accidentally hurting Alex by saying the wrong thing again, so he had made sure to learn the basics of not only trans men but really anyone that didn’t identify with their assigned gender. Soap had obviously just never even thought about it, hadn’t even considered that maybe he had to do some prep here.

“He’s not messing with you. It’s different for everyone but generally if you’re growing out some tits then there is going to be tenderness” he said gently.

“They can get real puffy too. You give them a good sucking and she’ll mew real nice for you. Got to take advantage of when they’re at their most tender, ” Price added, clearly reminiscing.

Soap perked up then, sitting up properly in his seat and looking at his team to make sure they were serious. He clearly found in their expressions that they were.

“Right, what dae I need tae ken so I can give this lassie enough orgasms tae fall in love with me?”

—

The atmosphere at dinner felt a little off. You put it down to your own nervousness, but Johnny seemed out of sorts as well. He was over-attentive and couldn’t seem to sit still, knee bouncing and hitting against the kitchen island you were sat at.

“Dinner was really nice” you said carefully, trying to get things back on track.

“Can I eat you for dessert?” he blurted.

Speech was not coming to you easily through the surprise. Nearly a year of very little happening between your thighs and now something was certainly happening. You were mortified, not willing to look down to see what was probably visibly poking against your little cotton dress. Johnny misinterpreted your reaction.

“Wait, naw in a cannibal way! I’m naw intae that. It’d be too much a pain in the arse tae cut ye up anyway and human isnae supposed tae taste that nice. Not that you widnae taste nice! I think ye’d taste lovely. But I’d never eat ye. Well naw, I want tae eat ye, but like out. I want tae eat ye out. Fuck I’m making a pure arse of this” he rambled, getting louder and louder as he started to pace the kitchen.

If there was anything to get you out of your own head, it was watching Johnny have an absolute meltdown in front of you. You bit back a laugh and stood, putting a hand on his shoulder to stop his pacing and then quickly turning into a blushing mess when his full attention turned to you. You chewed on your lip as you thought of what to say.

“If ye need your lip bit, let me dae it” he said, looking almost dazed as he stared at where your teeth sunk into plump flesh.

You blushed harder and squirmed under his attention, letting your eyes drop away from his and instantly making a choking noise when you caught sight of his incredibly prominent and impossibly large cock trying to punch a hole through his jeans. Your own throbbed in response, excitedly bouncing up against your stomach. You tried to shift your hands, give yourself some coverage.

“Tell me what words tae use” Johnny groaned, his nose nuzzling into your hair. “We dinnae need… if ye dinnae want tae do anything then we can just cuddle and watch a film, but fuck darlin’ I’ve been fucking my fist to the thought of you since I first laid eyes on ye. Want to ruin you bonnie girl.”

Your heart nearly exploded out of your chest. He wanted you. He wanted your body. He hadn’t seen it yet, but there was no way he could have missed what was going on downstairs with how close and eager he was. His hips had shifted forward and you could feel the tip of his hard cock brush against the arousal sitting hard at your stomach. You let out a tiny whine at that.

“Please” he groaned, strained.

You had never had a man beg for you before and it made delight spark through you.

“I.. um… well I’ve not, uh, had any work done” you said, mouth dry as you tried to work through the words and reel in the shame trying to drown out your arousal.

His hands settled on your waist and flexed a few times like he was trying to hold himself back.

“I’m naw going tae be able tae keep my mouth shut if I get tae have ye, so I just need tae know what words ye want me tae use. I’m naw much for the clinical kink but I can try using biological terms if ye want” he offered, although you could hear the distaste in his voice.

You didn’t think you would find Johnny spouting the words penis, testicles or anus very hot either, but you had thought… well you had thought you were sort of limited to using masculine terms for male biology. Only wasn’t the whole point that biological sex and gender were different things? If he was willing to try it out, you wondered how it would feel to use different terms.

“Fuck baby, where did your mind just wander off tae?”

When he whined at you, you only then noticed you had started rutting your hips against him at the thought of him eating you out. The thought of him getting his tongue on your clit and sucking.

“Would it be ok to use uh… for words I mean. You could, if you wanted, um…” you stuttered, too embarrassed to actually say the words out loud.

One of his hands moved from your waist to creep up underneath your dress and you nearly saw stars at the first touch of another person against you in a long time.

“Let’s start here, nice puffy pussy lips for me tae bury my face in?” he asked, fingers brushing across what you had always thought of as balls but now with a revelation were lips.

He was watching you carefully now, looking to see your reaction to his words and waiting for a nod before moving his hand up to where you were throbbing for him.

“I’ve been cruel, getting your pretty wee clit all swollen and throbbing this whole time and naw giving ye any relief haven’t I?”

“I- fuck, Johnny please” you moaned, sure he would undo you embarrassingly quickly.

“Aye? Ye like me playing with her?” he said, running his fingers over the very top. “Fuuuckk” he groaned, “fucking soaked for me, good girl, perfect fucking lassie.”

You wanted to scold him about his bad knee when he thumped down to the floor, but his head was beneath your dress and he was mouthing desperately at your panties before you could articulate the thought. He latched onto your clit through the wet cotton and sucked messily while one hand sunk into the meat of your ass and the other played with the sensitive lips of your pussy that were now spilling out around your panties. You could do nothing but grip his hair like a lifeline.

He slurped and sucked and drooled loudly, and the idea that he was doing this because it gave him a heady rush rather than purely for your benefit made you weak at the knees. He loved this. He was turning into a fucking dog at your feet for a taste of you. His fangs latched onto the cotton of your underwear and tugged until they were pulled down to your knees and gravity did the rest to pool them at your ankles before he left bites all over the inside of your thighs.

“Taste so good, fucking perfect, going tae make me cum in my jeans” he rambled, his words spoken into wet skin as his tongue just couldn’t stop long enough to properly speak.

He couldn’t stay in one place. He was at your lips, your clit, he was licking the seam of where your legs met your groin to drink the sweat that had gathered there as if he was dying of thirst and you were an oasis. His nails were clawing into you, fingers sinking into the soft pillow of your stomach only to leave their marks before moving to your ass and then your thighs and then back between your legs. It was like he didn’t know where to start, couldn’t focus on just one thing because he wanted it all at once.

“Let me eat you out, I’ve got tae eat you out bonnie, I’ll fucking die if I cannae get my tongue up your arse” he begged as his mouth started to make it’s way past your lips and to your tight hole.

Your fingers tightened in his hair just a little and almost instantly his head popped out from under your dress. Fuck. He was an absolute mess, your slick all over his face. It wasn’t limited to just his lips because he had been eager, he had pushed your fluids into his skin at every angle he could get. His big liquid eyes were glazed as he stared up at you from on his knees.

“What’s wrong?” you rasped, surprised that you could even speak right now.

“I didnae ask” he said, frowning and looking at you like the Goddess that could forgive his sins. “Need tae know where my tongue is going, if ye still want it. Where my fingers can sink intae ye. Please, need it, fucking need it.”

Jesus fuck. He was rutting against your foot, humping it with a whine in the back of his throat. You had never felt so powerful as you stared at him and ran a hand through his hair only to have him nuzzle his cheek into that hand.

“I want to see your cock Johnny” you said, no, ordered.

He fumbled to get his jeans off and there was a dull thud as his cock finally sprang free and smacked against his stomach. It was the fattest cock you had ever seen and you could already feel yourself go cross eyed at just the thought of the stretch. The thought of taking it in your cunt.

“Use your tongue and fingers to stretch out my pussy Johnny, stretch it out for your cock.”

There was something transcendent about being able to say it, being able to ask for your pussy to be fucked and for him to light up like you had just handed him the stars and the moon. He all but tackled you, another one for the bad knee you’d scold him for later, and threw you over his shoulder.

He didn’t really pause to get properly out of his jeans, just kicked them off on the way which nearly caused you both to tumble to the ground more than once. You couldn’t help the burst of laughter at his antics. You had been so scared of this for so long, but this was your Johnny. He was a goofball and loyal and desperate to please, you never needed to hide from him.

He did trip once you got into the bedroom, just about managing to toss you off onto the bed with a bounce while he went tumbling onto the floor and smacked his face on the mattress on the way down.

“Oh! Come here, let me see” you laughed, crawling to the edge of the bed and grabbing his head in your hands to find a dopey, dreamy smile on his face as he looked at you.

God, he was such an idiot. You leaned forward to kiss him, trying to pour your adoration into it but quickly finding he kissed your mouth much like he had kissed your clit earlier, sloppy and all over the place. He broke off just long enough to get his top off, tossing it without a care. He was a work of art fully naked and for a moment you balked at the thought of being naked next to him, but you didn’t have much time to consider it before he was on top of you and his mouth was latched onto your tit through you dress.

Your hips bucked up and you screeched in surprise. So fucking tender, my God your tits were so fucking tender. He wasn’t gentle, he was a dog with a bone and he was not about to let go.

“Fuck, oh my God fuck Johnny it’s so much, it’s too much!”

He slapped gently at your thigh.

“You can take it, strongest lassie in the world, need tae have your pretty tits in my mouth” he said, now straddling you and sitting up to just stare at your tits through your dress.

Now that he had gotten one side of the material wet it was sticking obscenely to your puffy nipple. You couldn’t wear bras. Your chest wasn’t big enough to need them yet, but they also were too much for how tender you were. You always had to wear looser fabric around your chest. He was fully fixated, his mouth open and slack and his eyes glossy.

“Need tae see them, let me see my girls” he said, starting to peel your dress up and over your head.

You let him. You couldn’t believe it, but you let him get you fully naked under him. You watched him carefully but there was nothing like disgust or disappointment in his face. There was fucking rapture there, there was disbelief as if he could not believe his luck, couldn’t believe that he could ever do anything to earn this privilege of seeing your body all swollen and aching and flushed under him.

He tweaked your nipple and then finally his eyes snapped to yours when you whined long and low.

“We’re going tae get clamps for these. I want tae tie you to the bed one night and spend the whole time torturing these fucking glorious tits before drowning them in my cum. Fuck. Fuck you’re so perfect. Play with them, please please fucking play with them while I eat your pussy. Need tae hear you make those noises again.”

“Yeah?”

“Aye darlin’, want ye twisting those nipples until ye cannae see straight.”

Your hands dutifully went to start playing with your tits, gingerly at first but a little rougher as you gained confidence and his head settled between your legs to start lapping at your cunt. The pain mixed with the pleasure was exquisite and you could feel your clit throbbing angrily with the need to cum.

“Johnny, want to cum with you inside me. Please” you groaned.

“Shh, got tae be patient for me bonnie girl, let me get ye all nice and stretched. Such a tight little cunt, needs some love tae get ready for my cock.”

“You’re so big, are you going to fit?”

You thought that was probably not a very sexy thing to ask but you genuinely had some doubts. He let out some feral noise and pushed his middle finger against your hole, using his tongue to relax the muscles enough that it popped in and sunk deep making your head thump back against the bed as you moaned.

“Ye’ll fucking make it fit. Strangling my finger, your cunt wants it. Fuck she wants my big, fat cock in her, I can tell with how wet ye are.”

You were wet, liquid drooling from your clit and his saliva everywhere, but he was quick to get a bottle out of the bedside table and absolutely drench your hole with lube.

“That’s it, fucking drooling for me aren’t ye girl?”

You glanced down to find he was not looking at you because it wasn’t you he was talking to. His full attention was at your twitching entrance as he pushed another finger in and started to scissor them to stretch you. His eyes flickered up to catch yours and he gave no warning before he smacked your clit hard to make you yowl.

“Get your fucking hands on those tits, dinnae make me ask again.”

You nearly came right there from the dominance in his tone.

“Yes, sir.”

It was torture playing with your sensitive tits while Johnny stretched you open. If you got distracted by the sensations and stopped playing with yourself he gave a warning slap to your ass to get you going again. You weren’t sure you had ever seem him so utterly concentrated on a task as he was opening you to take his cock.

He was so thorough and efficient that he had four fingers jammed into you before you even realised he had moved up to three. There wasn’t any sting to the stretch, or maybe you were too busy feeling the sharp ache from your tits to notice. He curled his middle finger and hit a spot that made your whole body convulse.

“Fuck baby that’s it, knew I’d find her didn’t I? Nearly got ye squirting from that g-spot. Going tae get my whole fist inside one day, going tae fucking get it in wrapped around my cock and wank off inside of ye” he said, clearly delighted with himself. “Need tae be inside ye. Fuck I need it.”

You looked at him to see he had a hand strangled around his angrily throbbing cock. He was kneeling up now, his fingers still inside of you as he looked at you for permission. Even now he still wanted to make sure he wasn’t fucking anything up.

“Johnny. Fuck me.”

He pulled his fingers out with a squelch and lined his cock up. The first push against your hole met resistance as it tried to keep the blunt head of him out, but with a few rocks the muscles gave way and he was inside you. Both of you sucked in a sharp breath and froze. He wasn’t moving yet, his cock only half way inside, but it was fucking life changing. It was right. It was so, so very right to have this man inside you.

“Fuck. So tight and hot and wet and perfect. Could stay inside this pussy forever” he whined, straining hard to keep himself still.

You rocked your hips up and he groaned, pulling a little out before thrusting back in, getting a little more of himself inside you each time until finally his heavy sack was smashed up against your pussy. He looked at you and you nodded.

“Hands above your head now darlin’” he said, wrapping his hands around the backs of your knees once you had complied and pushing so that your knees were up around your head. “Told ye that she’d make it fit, now I’m going tae fuck ye until you’re ruined for any other cock but mine.”

With a grunt he pulled out to the tip and drilled forward to bury himself fully inside you in one hard thrust that had you squealing and bucking your hips up. He only growled and pressed harder on your legs to get you pressed flat to the bed before he really started fucking you. Your hands met the headboard as you were shoved up the bed with the force of his thrusts.

You felt like you were having an out of body experience, like you were watching yourself get impaled and finally seeing yourself as every bit of woman that you had worried you weren’t all this time.

“Not going tae last, need ye tae cum for me. Want it all over the fucking sheet, want ye tae squirt everywhere” Johnny growled above you.

You were so fucking close with him hitting the spot with every thrust. You were already drooling with arousal and everything was swollen and throbbing and ready to burst.

“Then I’m going tae give ye my cum, going tae fuck it so deep, fucking drown your cunt and get ye round with my fucking kids.”

You whined and felt yourself tense, ready for your whole body to let go, but his pace stuttered and you pulled back from the edge. You wanted to cry.

“Fuck fuck fuck, we didnae talk about that. I didnae ask” he said, horror on his face.

He was back to that pleading puppy, so scared he had hurt you as he released your legs. He had just ruined your orgasm and his by the looks of how tense he was and how his cock throbbed inside you because he was worried that a breeding kink was going to distress you. Oh fuck, you were so in love with this stupid, wonderful idiot. You grabbed his face in your hands and brought it down to yours as your legs came to settle around his waist with your heels crossed behind his ass.

“Johnny I’m fine. It’s hot. I love you for checking, but if you don’t fuck a baby into me right this second and make me squirt then I’m going to go in a shower and take care of myself.”

“Hold on then gorgeous lassie” he replied with a grin and what you swear were teary eyes before he started fucking into you again.

It wasn’t as frantic or aggressive as before, it was a sensual roll as he held you tight. It was intimate and loving and perfect and when he reached between you to play with your clit you broke beautifully and felt your release streak hot and sticky against your stomach.

“Good girl, now take it” he moaned as he thrust hard three more times before emptying himself deep inside of you.

The collapsing weight of him was suffocating but comforting and you just laughed in disbelief that this had just happened and hugged him to you. After a moment you groaned as your tits were overstimulated from the skin contact and your cunt was feeling sore as he rutted even while softening. He chuckled to himself and lifted off of you. His cock leaving you caused a bit of a wince, he really was huge.

He propped himself up by your side and lazily played with his own cum oozing from your cunt, scooping it up and pushing it back inside. After a few moments of you both catching your breath he leaned over and kissed you softly.

“You’re the most perfect woman I’ve ever met. I love you, bonnie lassie.”

“I love you too.”

—

Soap had barely walked into the pub before Ghost and Price swore up a storm and handed over a tenner to Gaz. He collected his winnings smugly. It might have seemed a safe bet to them that Soap would fuck it up, but if there was one thing that Gaz knew for certain it was that even a mutt could be trained when they had the right motivation. And the dopey grin on the 141 mutt’s face told him that he had indeed found that motivation in between the legs of his pretty girl.

[fruitiestsyrup]

Hey, Blaire.

There's an awful lot of t4t on Tumblr, which isn't a bad thing! In fact it's wonderful to see that people find comfort in likeness, and I'm happy that so many trans gals are finding each other and enjoying fulfilling existences together.

Though, being completely honest, sometimes... Well, there's a lot of fawning over no-op gals, women with dicks, etc. And like, of course bottom surgery is entirely elective and you don't have to get it to be valid at all! But for someone like me... It sometimes makes me feel pretty left out.

I think this is the first post that's floated across my dash of someone expressing direct enthusiasm for girls like me. I'm not post-op, not yet, but I hope to be some day; I have very bad bottom dysphoria and sometimes it makes me cry at night.

So, thank you! I'm genuinely so grateful for this post, it made me feel a little more wanted.

To any trans girls who've had bottom surgery:

PUT 👏YOUR👏NEO👏PUSSY👏IN👏MY👏MOUTH👏

[aidenlydia]

Got a few similar messages like this, so I think it’s time to make a little resource list about everything transgender related:

Basics:

Legal status of Transgender people - list of countries and their various transgender rights

Queer and Trans Spectrum Definitions - basic reference guide to common words

Non-surgery options:

Gender Affirming Gear and Clothing Brands - definitions, methods without surgery and brand suggestions

Voice training:

Masculinize your voice - Transmasculine voice - FtM voice Training (all for pre-T)

E-girl voice tutorial - Girl voice tutorial - How to do a girl voice - How to do the druew voice

Tips & Tricks:

How to hide a large chest - FtM passing tips - FtM make up - coping with being pre-T

Boy to Girl make up tutorial (beginner) - Boy to Girl Transformation tutorial - The Transfemme Field Guide

HRT:

Masculinizing Hormone Therapy - taking testosterone, how it works and what to expect

Feminizing Hormone Therapy - taking estrogen, how it works and what to expect

FtM Surgery Options & Details:

Top Surgery - removal of breasts

Facial masculinization - facial surgery

The Difference Between a Metoidioplasty and a Phalloplasty - masculinizing bottom surgery

Deciding between phalloplasty and metoidioplasty PDF - masculinizing bottom surgery

MtF Surgery Options & Details:

Breast Augmentation - breast implants

Voice feminization - vocal cord surgery

Facial feminization - facial surgery

Vaginoplasty - feminizing bottom surgery (with vaginal canal)

Vulvoplasty - feminizing bottom surgery alternative (without vaginal canal)

Note: there are no explicit images, however some sites offer additional links to stores that sell realistic looking private parts or links to surgeon galleries where one can view post-op results (which come with proper warnings)

[writingwhileblvck]

Hi I have a request. Could u pls do a short fic where an pre op MTF is making breakfast early in the morning in a lingerie thong and bra and bakugo comes up behind her and starts to touch her curves and breast pulling up her panties by the thong string while kissing her neck.

if u think this is too short you can add onto it or not. But thanks for giving space for trans readers 😇

yes of course! I hope you enjoy!

What a Surprise

Pairing: ProHero!Bakugou x MTF reader

It's been a tough week for your husband. Between long hours at the agency filling out paperwork, and villains just seeming to be coming out the woodwork, you've barley seen him. And oh how you've missed him. Fortunately for the both of you though, he's finally gotten some time off. So you decided that now would be the best time to give your man a little gift for all his hard work.

Since Bakugou went running every morning, it gave you plenty of time to shower, and put on the new lingerie set he bought you. You loved it because the lacey fabric made you look so delicate. It hugged your hips just right, your tits looked so suckable, and the thong panties were your favorite part cause they made your ass look juicy. You topped off the look with a pretty little see through robe, the wrapping paper for your... Gift. You drapped it over your shoulders and checked yourself out in the mirror.

This man was gonna devour you, okay?

So you make your way down into the kitchen to make you and your husband some breakfast while you wait for him to get home. As your chopping you hear the front door open, your heart was pounding with excitement as the footsteps got closer and closer.

"Holy fuck~" your husbands deep rasp filled the kitchen. He makes his way over to you and you jumped a little feeling a firm slap to your ass.

"You are such a fucking tease" you giggle a bit as he wrapped his strong arms around you.

"Well I wanted to surprise you" you say as you feel his warm lips against your neck, his touch turning you to putty. You feel his hands run up and down your skin, kneading your soft breast, gripping and pulling on every curve, and leaving a sweet burning sensation in its wake.

" and what a surprise it is, baby" he coos, pausing just long enough to spin you around to face him. His large hands continue to explore. He slid them up the curve of your ass, the fabric of the robe pooling around his arms as he did. He squeezed and spanked until your cheeks were red. Then he toyed with band of your thong pulling it higher and higher, watching you squirm from the friction. He loved how sensitive you were.

Then he stopped, folding his arms across his broad chest as he studied you.

"Strip for me. now. But leave the panties, there gonna look real pretty when my dick is inside you." he said with a smirk

God you loved this man, the way he spoke to you fogged your mind. All you could think about was his touch as let the robe slide off your arms to the floor. Slowly you unclipped your bra, the cool air making your nipples harden. Once you were done he sauntered up to you, gently gripping your chin to make you look at him.

"That's my good little slut, now I want you to go upstairs and wait for me. I'll Be up there in a second." He said with one final smack to your ass.

You could feel your husbands burning hot gaze as you slowly walked off. The excitement was bubbling inside of you at the thought of all the unholy things he was about to do to you.

Today was gonna be fun.

[heartsrevolving]

Alastor + pre op! pre hrt! trans! gn! reader

this is just a little platonic(bc he's aroace) drabble of how i think he'd act n stuff. i don't think there's any triggers in here? and this is just fluff

⛓️- at first, i think that when he meets you he'd be confused, since he doesn't even know what being aro is

⛓️- like...you don't sound like girl/boy? what??

⛓️- even though he's confused, he won't care too much, and just refers to you as you refer to yourself

⛓️- either you or charlie have to sit him down and explain at some point, because this man does NOT know what's going on with you

⛓️- after he knows, i don't think he'll change how he acts around you, he'd just know why your voice and your body don't match...you.

❣️- i think when you become somewhat friends, he'd offer to use his magic to change your voice(can he do that?? idk but he can now)

❣️- if you'd decline, he'd be incredibly confused again, like his brows would furrow and he'd tilt his head, and his honest to god reaction was just to go "huh"?

❣️- if you don't decline, however, he'd make into a deal

❣️- mf was like "i'll change your voice, and in return you will help greet the hotel guests"

❣️- so yeah, you become a greeter and in return your voice sounds however you asked for it to sound!

❣️- he'd listen to you vent about dysphoria, though he looks incredibly confused during it, not because he doesn't know what's going on, but because he doesn't know how to react

❣️- so he'll just sit there like "🧍🎙️" but he'll try to be polite??

❣️- i feel like when he first saw your binder/tuck(? is that what it's called? i'm sorry, i am not mtf) he thought it was odd but didn't think much of it

❣️- the next time he sees you you're probably in your hotel room and i assume that's where your binder/tuck would be

❣️- he'd point at it and be like "my dear, what is that for?"

❣️- when you explain, he'd be chill, even though he doesn't...quite understand why(if you're mtf) you'd want to tuck? but he'd still be supportive??

❣️- overall, he'd be pretty chill, and wouldn't really treat you any differently than what he would to any of his other friends, even though he'd occasionally have some questions

[anystalker707]

Misused day

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x [trans, mtf] Reader Summary: You think Ace could use his free time doing something better than training. Tags: Worshipping / Light oral fixation / Lingerie / Ace is lovely

Requested by anon ["This is aces first trans girlfriend and he wants to experiment .MTF x Ace Portgas . The pre op MTF is in a lingerie thong and bra and thigh high socks . And she try’s to distract Ace while he is training at the lobby of the ship . She sits on his lap and she dry humps him, grinding her ass and her erection through her panties on Aces lap(...)"]

MASTERLIST

          Ace was using his free time to focus only on training rather than anything else, which made that sense of need quickly take over, as much as you tried to suppress it and give him some time for himself. The ship was practically empty, allowing you to do much more than usual, but still… A sigh escaped your lips as your gaze fell over a specific drawer of your dresser. That could be a good idea.

It was easy to choose the color—bright red, like his powers, resembling his self and power, bold and provocative. The set was all matching and delicate, in soft lace, and thin enough to reveal the outline of your nipples through the bra, of your sex through your panties, and giving the red thigh-highs a tinge of your skin tone. It looked perfect as you observed yourself through the mirror, adjusting the thong straps.

Aside from the soft sound of the waves crashing against the ship's sides and the incoherent voices in the distance, Ace's hitching breath as he trained was the only sound that cut through the silence on the main deck. Thankfully, he was in a discreet area, sitting on a bench as he did single-arm curls with a dumbbell, muttering to himself. No one walked by in the few minutes that you stood there. It seemed like the perfect opportunity.

Ace’s eyes were closed as he leaned back a little, bare chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath, glistening with a layer of sweat. He closed his eyes as he threw his head back and brought a hand up to brush away the dark strands of hair that stuck to his forehead, but his calmness was disturbed by the sudden weight on his lap. As he opened his eyes, the confusion gave place to the satisfaction that soon was accompanied by surprise as his hand slowly descended until eventually taking place around your hips.

“…Babe,” Ace muttered as his eyes darted around the deck for a moment before they settled on you again, blushing from his cheeks to his chest as he pulled you closer, protectively. “What are you…” The words escaped Ace’s grasp once you placed your hands on his shoulders and rocked your hips against his slowly, with enough pressure to make him hiss softly.

“Ace,” you mumbled into his ear, loosely wrapping your arms around his shoulders as your hips kept dragging against his. “I need you so badly, Ace,” you groaned. The lace was so thin, barely able to make any barrier between your erection and the rough fabric of his shorts, making your thighs quiver whenever a rough fold ran against your erection the right way.

Every whimper that escaped your lips went straight into Ace’s ear, undeniably having an effect on him, which became clear by the way his hands tightened around your hips, and he groaned, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumb. Eventually, though, Ace held you firmly in place while he thrust his hips up slowly, managing to snatch pleased sighs from both of you as your hands tightened around his shoulders.

“Ace—”

“Fuck, I can’t with you. You’ll be the death of me,” Ace cut in with a groan as he wrapped his arms around your waist strongly and stood up, making you gasp and wrap your legs around him instinctively as he carried you over to the cabin that you’d just left, kicking the door closed behind himself without much care. Once you were on the bed, he finally had a moment to take a good look at you.

Ace’s irises were reduced to a thin ring around his blown pupils while he drank the sight in front of him with an uncomfortable bulge in his shorts. Whatever he mumbled under his breath was incoherent, barely reasoned by him as his eyes followed along your body, lingering on the curves and details, your perked-up nipples showing through the bra, the thigh highs sinking into your skin, and the bulge in your panties. His tongue poked out and wet his lips before he quickly unbuckled his belt and exhaled, trying to keep himself calm while getting rid of his clothes and shoes.

Firm, rough hands held your thighs and spread them apart before Ace settled himself down between them, eyeing you hungrily. He bit his lip as his hands ran flat along your thighs, caressing and rubbing circles into the slice of skin that wasn’t covered by the thigh-highs, as he leaned in and pressed a couple of kisses to your stomach.

“I wanted to save this for later, but who am I to deny it if you want me now,” Ace said with a soft sigh, smiling as his eyes met yours, and kept going until his lips grazed the valley between your breasts. “Damn it, I really wanted this,” he whispered, tickling your chest.

“Mm, you can train anytime, but you can’t always have me like this,” you mumbled with a soft whine that made Ace’s heart race, and he promptly nodded, muttering about how you were right while his lips kissed wherever they could reach, mainly focusing on your chest. Your skin rose in shivers under Ace’s touches, making pride swell in his chest at the same time arousal swirled in his lower stomach.

Ace’s warm hands trailed up the behind of your thighs until they cupped your ass, squeezing and kneading softly on the skin as he nipped on your collarbone until snatching a soft, pleased sound from your lips. Cold air gave place to Ace’s touches as he reluctantly pulled away despite your protests, instead reaching inside the bedside table for lube. His eyes were on you again, observing you intently, before his fingers rooked around the thin waistband of the thong to slowly pull it down.

The fabric dragged against your skin slowly, making you shiver more while Ace slowly undressed you, finally discarding the thong to the side and returning to his spot between your legs. At times, Ace made a little pause, and you wondered what was going on inside his mind. Was he admiring you? Maybe questioning his choices? Perhaps, he was just giving himself a moment to think about how he would guide things properly. You were his first trans partner, and he wanted no mistakes.

Cold lube poured between your legs, making you gasp and squirm a little as Ace’s grasp firmed on your thigh. His eyes were on your face until you eased down, so he finally started running his fingers along your skin to spread the lube, circling your entrance with it. He seemed pleased with the way your breath hitched just at that, soon starting to push a finger inside you, tentatively, with his free hand on your hip for leverage.

“Is this okay?” Ace whispered as he glanced up at you from behind the messy strands of hair while his finger pushed in deeper, spreading the lube along your walls as they clenched around it.

“Yes,” you breathed, nodding as you kept your eyes on his face despite the embarrassment that burned in your chest whenever your eyes met. There was something so alluring about Ace that kept your focus on him, anticipating the next movements.

One finger soon turned into two, making you hiss and grip the bedsheets with a soft groan, even more so when they curled and scissored inside you, stretching and preparing you properly for him. When your thighs started quivering, however, Ace pulled his hand away with an audible breath. His cock twitched as he poured lube on it this time; the cold liquid contrasted with the hot skin, snatching groans from him that intensified when he wrapped a hand around his cock to spread the lube properly.

Something thick hung in the air along with the arousal as Ace eyed you hungrily, and his hand returned to its spot on your thigh before the other one held the base of his cock gently. It was happening quickly, but you demanded the urgency. “Good to go?”

“Great,” you whispered with a faint nod, arching your back lightly.

Ace’s lips curved into a smile for a moment before he exhaled, instead focusing on pressing his cock against your entrance until it finally started to push in—both of you moaned as your walls accommodated around his cock, slowly, with breaks to adjust around him. Your back arched as you wrapped your arms around Ace’s neck to pull him closer, and his lips quickly met yours, drowning part of the initial discomfort at the new intrusion. It wasn’t like you could keep the kiss going for longer or even kiss properly, but you kept the connection, even if it were just to be moaning into each other’s mouth as his cock pushed in deeper until it was completely inside you.

“Mmph, babe,” Ace mumbled against your lips as his hands moved to your waist, holding you firmly there. His fingers dug into the skin lightly when his hips started moving tentatively. The first thrusts were messy and unpaced, but he soon found a rhythm, even if it was still slow. “Good, babe?” Ace mumbled. His lips pressed to your jaw, going down your neck and allowing his teeth to tug on your skin in gentle bites that increased the arousal running down your spine.

“Yeah,” you managed to say between the moans and heavy breathing, humming softly as you arched your back when his teeth grazed your collarbones. Along with the intense thrusts, Ace’s lips made their way to your chest, kissing and nibbling on every part of exposed skin he could reach, giving it the love and worship it deserved. He mumbled your name against your skin, groaning as he started moving his hips faster, enough for the soft sound of skin against skin to start echoing through the room along with gasps and moans that inevitably came from you.

Your fingers sank into Ace’s shoulders as you arched your back when something he did—whatever it was—made his cock start hitting just the right spots inside you, even more so when you arched your back with a whimper. The thin layer of sweat on Ace’s body made you lose grip, so the next time you reached for him, your nails sank into the skin around his shoulder blades, making Ace gasp as his thrusts faltered at the sudden pain that sent waves of pleasure down his spine.

Ace pulled part of your bra down with his hand, kissing the skin gently until his lips found your nipple. He used his tongue instead, tracing the sensitive skin with the tip of his tongue, relishing each of your moans. His tongue ran flat against your nipple before it was taken in his mouth. A string of moans slipped from your lips as you arched your back and pulled Ace closer, holding on to the back of his neck. He gladly took more of your nipple into his mouth, nipping and sucking on it as his hands grope your thighs, finger sinking and squeezing the skin as he surely left behind enough marks on your chest.

“Ace,” you moaned in a higher pitch, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Yes, love?” Ace mumbled with a soft groan. His hands still roamed over your body, with that lovely air of adoration and worship towards your skin, taking in and loving every detail of you. He couldn’t get enough of the way you squirmed around him and pulled you closer while your walls milked him so nicely. He closed his eyes, moaning against your skin as he pulled you closer at the same time his thrusts started getting faster.

Ace’s name escaped your lips among moans, each time more incoherent, and your thighs quivered while tightening around him, holding Ace closer. Your fingers tangled with his hair and pulled on the messy strands, compelling his moans to get louder as his movements grew erratic, so you kept doing that, seeking that intense pleasure that brought you closer to your release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ace mumbled with a whine as his thrusts gained more desperation, whimpering and holding onto you tightly. “‘M close, babe, I— Ngh—”

“Yeah, yeah, just a little bit more,” you groaned, nails leaving behind red lines in Ace’s skin as you held him tightly, thighs quivering around him. The warmth in your lower stomach increased, that familiar feeling building up until you came, gasping and arching your back as your orgasm washed over. Your grip around Ace intensified, and it was a matter of seconds before he came as well, whimpering out your name and burying his face in your chest. A groan escaped his lips as he pressed his eyes shut, hands tightening around your thighs as he shot his cum deep inside you, keeping moving until the two of you rode out your highs.

“Damn,” Ace mumbled, still all breathless and flushed, as he pulled himself back a little so that he could look at you properly. There was a hint of pride in his features as he grinned. “Damn, princess,” he mumbled. “I don’t think I’m done yet.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[cynthiahypnoslave]

More about me:

I am 28 year old MTF pre-op trans. Never quite fit in with any community. This page is mostly for horny posting and NSFW stuff. I have done my best to clean it up recently as I have only just begun my transition still figuring myself out. New to all this and am trying to make more friends that really understand me. I am a switch and really enjoy chastity play, pet play, and power exchange in general. Still not comfortable with my more masculine features and am working on being more accepting of myself. Also working on understanding the trans and lgbtq community as I have been in a very conservative situation until recently so I apologize if I make mistakes I promise it's not intentional. I'm a work in progress but I'm trying 🥺

[nellielsss]

JJK x reader: lack of representation

i don’t post on this acct (i just scroll & read fics) but I’m sick and tired: WHERE are the transfem reader fanfics?? where are the MTF reader x (character) stories??

Its like every time I wanna read a fic with my fictional men (toji fushiguro, gojo, nanami, tengen uzui) I ALWAYS have to read the words “pussy” “cunt” etc. when I know damn well I’m pre-op and FAR from getting any operation done. but I can’t read gender neutral fics bc of how girly I am & how I want my pronouns used, and I obviously can’t read male BC IM TRYING TO BE A GIRL, and it ends up being a wild goose chase that just leads me back to cis female fics.

like I don't squirt due to being biologically unable to, but I also don't have a flat chest bc im a trans woman, so I'm stuck in gender neutral limbo!! and god knows how WONDERFUL that is for my gender dysphoria!!!!

like do transfem readers just not use tumblr?? do they all go on AO3?? I dont wanna force people to write fanfics about MTF readers if they’re not comfortable with it/dont know anything about what MTF people go through, BUT I JUST WANNA CUDDLE W TOJI WHILE NOT PRETENDING IM CISGENDER!!

if any writers wanna write about mtf readers w their big, handsome boyfriends, you would literally be the most amazing people ever!! and if anyone knows any fics like that then please point me in their direction 😘😘 (please DM me any fics please 😭 I cant keep going around & requesting random pages)

I could write essays about how frustrating it is for transfem JJK fanfic lovers. sorry if I came off aggressive--I'm just sick of this, and I need to get the word out there:

TRANSFEM READERS DESERVE REPRESENTATION!!! AND WHILE WE'RE AT IT, READERS OF ALL TYPES OF GENDER IDENTITIES & EXPRESSION DESERVE SOME LOVING TOO!! I need all my asexual, genderfluid, genderqueer bitches to stand up!!!!

(I'm literally this close 🤏 to either losing it or becoming a writer myself)