Hi guys,
I’m an avg looking guy from the northern suburbs looking for safe, discreet and regular fun.
I have some facial hair and am not fem all the time but can do most things you’d want me to do ;)
A bit tricky to schedule meetups due to other commitments but can work something out.
HMU if you are STI free, tested. are not just into looks and want something long term…
Looking for decent, polite and respectful guys :)
Hi everyone,
I just wanted to share my story here.
I was born male and lived most of my life presenting as one — but beneath the surface, there has always been a deep, constant ache. Not just a passing thought, but a relentless desire to be a woman. To feel like one. To belong in women’s spaces, wear women’s clothes, and simply exist as her.
Even as a child, I would secretly wear feminine clothing under my boy clothes — even at school. There was something both thrilling and heartbreaking about that secret, something I carried alone for years.
Through my teens and into college, those feelings only grew louder. I had intense, almost overwhelming attractions to men around me — friends, strangers — fantasies of them groping and using me as they please - I buried as deep as I could. I explored my sexuality privately and cautiously, inserting phallic objects into my b*tthole, gradually moved on to using sex toys and crossdressing - always behind closed doors, always alone. Last year I finally connected with a man through a dating app, started to suck him, though fear — of STIs, of judgment, of everything — held me back from fully going through with it.
Then I discovered babecock hypno, conversion hypno, and Bambi Sleep files. Something shifted after that. My attraction to women faded almost entirely. Now, when I see a beautiful woman, I don’t desire her — I envy her. I look at her partner and think: I want that. I want to be her. These files didn’t plant new seeds. They just watered what was already rooted deep inside me.
Now I notice everything — women’s outfits, shoes, hair, nails — and each detail makes me ache a little more to step into who I truly feel I am.
This whole journey has felt like a thick elastic band. No matter how hard I’ve stretched toward “normal,” toward masculinity, toward what the world expected of me — I always snap back here. To this. To her.
If I lived in a world free of judgment, I would be living as a transitioned woman, cared for by a man who loves me. That’s my dream. 😊
Until then, I’m here — exploring, healing, and hoping to find people who see me and accept me exactly as I am. 💕