u/FilthyToiletPuppy

The earlier and very hot post here of u/Vivi-Gleam gave me the idea to write my own fantasy story :

My cis girlfriend and I have been together since 9 years. We start dating as I was still living as a boy, and when I made my CO later she was extremely supportive : she helped me explore my identity, help me choose my girl name, learn makeup, stood up to transphobe...

We lived several years like that, and it was fantastic. We were both participating in intersectional feminism and queer space. But one day, she met this girl, which she start dating (we are polyamorous). She introduced my gf in a radfem group, in which she start to participed.

When I asked her about it, cause I was worry this group could be transphobic, she reassured me : "No, I swear they're not TERFS. They juste concentrate sometimes on some problems specific to cis women, but they would never invalidate intersectionnaly or transactivism. Its just complementary".

She then start talking more and more about "bio women" issues, but never being blatantly transphobic, so I always understood her point of view, even when I didn't totally agreed.

On the other side, she start to talk more and more about how much she love my penis, and how much it will miss her when I'll have my SRS, even if she was still supporting me in that choice. Then then start bringing Misgendering kink to our sex life. I have to say that we were extremely kinky, with a dom/sub relationship in bed, and I really was into degradation. So even if I was a little reluctant at first, my curiosity and horniness made me accept to try. And I start loving it, when she called me "her sissy", or "her femboy". It made my orgasms more intense. Outside of the bedroom, she was obviously still using correct pronouns.

Progressively, we start using my deadname too. And she started to use it and male pronouns outside the bed too, when we were alone.

"Of course not its not in a transphobic way silly ! I totally support you ! But it is so kinky and exciting to extend this practice, don't you think ?"

I wasn't comfortable at all with this, but the submissive degradee in me accepted it.

She invited several time her new radfems friends in our home, and I some point, used my deadname and pronouns before them. It was devastating, but I was too shocked and hurted to say something. And worst of all, part of me was made very horny by this situation. When they leaved, I try to confront her, but she avoided the fight by turning me on, and we had the more intense sex of our live. After we had both fantastic orgasms, I start to cry, but she reassured me once again, taking me in her soft arms :"Theses girls are really kink friendly you know ? That's why I wanted to try it with them. I love how it make our sexlife amazing, and they were ok to participated in their way".

So it became quickly the routine, and at some point, when we were alone or with there friends, we only used my deadname and male pronouns. But it was not enough for her, and she started to use "she/them", then "she/them/he", then mosty "he", and my deadname, with our other friends and family too. They were shocked at first, and we absolutely couldn't say it was because we were involving them in our weird kink, right ?

So I had to tell them that I now view myself as non binary, and I was experimenting with genderfluidity. So everybody, to be supportive, started to do like her.

I think this was the moment I realised I had now absolutely no control on my life : My GF had taken full control of it, making me her puppet. At that point, she dropped the mask, told me she now only see me as a male, and that transgenderism is an illusion for delusional boy like me. My SRS was planned in two months : she ordered me to cancel it. She also forced me to cancel my civil change of name and sex. If I wasn't complying, she would leave me. I was already broken at that point, so I obeyed. She still let me continue my hormonal treatment because "her little sissyboy is sooo cute like that".

I cried during weeks, had very dark thought, but she acted so gentle as long as I was complying, cuddling me, reassuring me.

"You will be happier than ever now you gave up this false ideology. Your true self is being my little feminine slave boy, right ? Always has been, my love."

This, paired to my unquenchable libido, that she was controlling by denial and chastity, force me to slowly accept my new -well my old- identity.

She made her girlfriend move on with us, so we could be a very cute trouple : two lesbian terfs and their sissy slave. They became both my mistresses, in bed and outside. And they added me to there terf activist group, so I could help them, as their submissive detrans femboy, spread terf ideology.

I still regularly cry, as I am disgusted of myself : not only because I gave up on who I was, but also because I gave up on my beliefs, and I am a traitor to my former trans brother and sisters. But I never had been so sexually fullfilled than now, and after all, that's all that matter for a tranny like me, right ?

Hope you'll like my story !

Sorry if its not well written, it's my first one, and english is not my mother tongue. Enjoy !