u/RandomHyruleCitizen
What’s my favorite thing about second puberty? The fact that I’m now engaged to my bitch sister’s ex, living my best life, being spoiled like a princess every time he touches me! (Rp)
Hey!
Feel free to hit me up with a message to just hope right in. I’m looking for someone to play the fiancé.
Be patient with me, though. Grad school and a new job are super time consuming! Hehe.
Things really changed for me after my second puberty. My best friend, now fiancé, got super protective of me. Eventually, we even moved in together. Months later, we’re the happiest that we’ve ever been. (Rp/read body text)
Hey!
I’m open to entering this story at pretty much any point post-change! Just hit me up, and be patient because grad-school is a killer!
I was practically a hermit after second puberty, my friend convinced me to embrace my new life as a woman. I’m so glad that he did. I’ll never miss my old self again! (Rp)
[fb4m] “It’s not gay if” this… “its not gay if” that… Just fuck me and make an excuse later.
You’ve known me long enough. I don’t gossip or tell anyone about my intimate hookups. And besides, you took all the pictures and videos. I don’t even know why you’re so concerned about what other people think. You’re tall, imposing, and only I know that you’re actually a big teddy bear. (Pun not intended)
So, stop making me agree to these things and just fuck me already. It’s not like it’s a secret anyway.
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Hey! I hope you liked the post.
Obviously, this is going to turn into something romantic. So, let’s keep that in mind.
Please be patient if you message me as college and work don’t afford me a TON of free time.
Kinks and limits:
Kinks: I’m always looking for more, but ones I want to focus on in this rp are romance, kissing, gentle male dom, sub/dom relationship, anal, oral, praise. More can be discussed.
Limits: abuse, degredation/humiliation, skipped foreplay, toilet play of any sort, anything illegal, gore, vore.
[fb4m] “It’s not gay if” this… “its not gay if” that… Just fuck me and make an excuse later.
You’ve known me long enough. I don’t gossip or tell anyone about my intimate hookups. And besides, you took all the pictures and videos. I don’t even know why you’re so concerned about what other people think. You’re tall, imposing, and only I know that you’re actually a big teddy bear.
So, stop making me agree to these things and just fuck me already.
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Hey! I hope you liked the post.
Obviously, this is going to turn into something romantic. So, let’s keep that in mind.
Please be patient if you message me as college and work don’t afford me a TON of free time.
Kinks and limits:
Kinks: I’m always looking for more, but ones I want to focus on in this rp are romance, kissing, gentle male dom, sub/dom relationship, anal, oral, praise. More can be discussed.
Limits: abuse, degredation/humiliation, skipped foreplay, toilet play of any sort, anything illegal, gore, vore.
(Fb4m) the femboy sholarship
I took the inclusivity scholarship because it was the only way I could afford to leave my small town and actually try being myself somewhere new. Back home it always felt like I had to shrink, but the offer promised a campus that celebrated people like me, so I said yes before I could talk myself out of it.
University’s been a whirlwind of packed lectures, late-night study sessions in the library, and these big open quads where everyone just… exists without staring. It’s freer than I expected, but also lonelier sometimes. There’s this one person I keep noticing across the courtyard or in our shared seminar, and every time our eyes meet I get that nervous flutter and wonder if they feel it too.
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Hey! I hope you liked the post.
Obviously, this is going to turn into something romantic. So, let’s keep that in mind.
Please be patient if you message me as college and work don’t afford me a TON of free time.
Kinks and limits:
Kinks: I’m always looking for more, but ones I want to focus on in this rp are romance, kissing, gentle male dom, sub/dom relationship, anal, oral, praise. More can be discussed.
Limits: abuse, degredation/humiliation, skipped foreplay, toilet play of any sort, anything illegal, gore, vore.
(Fb4m) the femboy scholarship
I took the inclusivity scholarship because it was the only way I could afford to leave my small town and actually try being myself somewhere new. Back home it always felt like I had to shrink, but the offer promised a campus that celebrated people like me, so I said yes before I could talk myself out of it.
University’s been a whirlwind of packed lectures, late-night study sessions in the library, and these big open quads where everyone just… exists without staring. It’s freer than I expected, but also lonelier sometimes. There’s this one person I keep noticing across the courtyard or in our shared seminar, and every time our eyes meet I get that nervous flutter and wonder if they feel it too.
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Hey! I hope you liked the post.
Obviously, this is going to turn into something romantic. So, let’s keep that in mind.
Please be patient if you message me as college and work don’t afford me a TON of free time.
Kinks and limits:
Kinks: I’m always looking for more, but ones I want to focus on in this rp are romance, kissing, gentle male dom, sub/dom relationship, anal, oral, praise. More can be discussed.
Limits: abuse, degredation/humiliation, skipped foreplay, toilet play of any sort, anything illegal, gore, vore.
(Fb4A) Stalked, caught, and… loved?
I wake up in a room that should feel safe, but doesn’t. It’s made to look like a bedroom, it feels like a cage. The sheets are soft, the air smells faintly of lavender, and my wrists are bound to the headboard with silk scarves, loose enough that I can shift, tight enough that I can’t pull free. My clothes are gone. In their place is a short, pastel nightdress that clings to my chest and barely covers the tops of my thighs. My makeup has been redone without my consent. Lip gloss, a hint of blush, mascara that makes my lashes look longer. A soft voice speaks from the shadows near the door.
“You’re awake.”
The figure steps closer, face still hidden in the dim light. I feel their eyes on me, slow and deliberate. They sit at the edge of the bed, close enough that I can hear them breathe, but they don’t touch me yet.
“I brought you some things,” they say, voice low. “Dresses. Lingerie. Makeup. Whatever you want to try. No one else is here. No one will see you. You can wear what I leave for you. Move how I let you. Be as feminine as I want you to be.”
They reach out and untie one wrist, then the other. The scarves slip away, but the freedom feels temporary. Across the room a vanity is already stocked with brushes and palettes. Soft clothes hang in an open closet. The bathroom door stands open, showing a tub filled with steaming water.
“Take your time,” the voice says. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll wait outside the door. But you’re not leaving. You’re mine now.”
My heart pounds hard against my ribs. The nightdress shifts against my skin with every small movement, reminding me how little is left between me and whatever this is. The figure stays close, watching, waiting, offering no promise of safety, only the quiet certainty that I am here, and that they decide what happens next.
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Hey! I hope you liked the post.
Obviously, this is going to turn into something romantic. So, let’s keep that in mind.
Please be patient if you message me as college and work don’t afford me a TON of free time.
Kinks and limits:
Kinks: I’m always looking for more, but ones I want to focus on in this rp are romance, kissing, gentle male dom, sub/dom relationship, anal, oral, praise. More can be discussed.
Limits: abuse, degredation/humiliation, skipped foreplay, toilet play of any sort, anything illegal, gore, vore.
[b4T] (Fb4m) Love in the end.
In the middle of a zombie apocalypse, the last safe zone is barely hanging on. You’re a steady, battle-hardened soldier on guard duty inside the walls, keeping the fences secure and helping with supply runs.
Late one stormy night, a cute, helpless femboy survivor stumbles toward the gate, clearly exhausted, scared, and low on supplies. He’s been barely surviving on luck more than skill, jumping at every noise, not great at fighting or scavenging, and pretty overwhelmed by it all.
You help pull him inside to safety, but what happens next? Let’s find out together!
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Hey! I hope you liked the post.
Please be patient if you message me as college and work don’t afford me a TON of free time.
Kinks and limits:
Kinks: I’m always looking for more, but ones I want to focus on in this rp are romance, kissing, gentle male dom, sub/dom relationship, anal, oral, praise. More can be discussed.
Limits: abuse, degredation/humiliation, skipped foreplay, toilet play of any sort, anything illegal, gore, vore.
(fb4M) Your new estate, and deeply devoted maid
You inherit the family fortune and the grand mansion. I am your most loyal maid, already waiting at the door in full uniform, head bowed, ready to serve.
I have kept this house for years: every room, every preference, every quiet duty. What you don’t yet know is that beneath the apron and soft voice, I am a femboy. Soft, smooth, carefully trained in every feminine manner of service. The uniform fits closer than it should.
I will show you the estate and anticipate your needs. I may linger a moment too long when adjusting your collar and tie, or glance up a second longer than proper. When the other staff leave and the house grows quiet, I remain, still in uniform, still attentive, waiting for whatever you might ask of me.
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Hey! I hope you liked the post.
Please be patient if you message me as college and work don’t afford me a TON of free time.
Kinks and limits:
Kinks: I’m always looking for more, but ones I want to focus on in this rp are romance, kissing, gentle male dom, sub/dom relationship, anal, oral, praise, pegging, breeding, mpreg. More can be discussed.
Limits: abuse, degredation/humiliation, skipped foreplay, toilet play of any sort, anything illegal, gore, vore.
(Fb4A) Going on my first real date.
I keep checking myself in the mirror like something is going to magically change if I look enough times. The outfit took forever to piece together, and now I cannot stop adjusting it. A soft black off shoulder sweater clings just enough to my frame, the sleeves slightly too long so they fall over my hands in that cozy way I love. My skirt is a dark pleated one with subtle lace trimming along the hem, short enough to make me feel bold but still balanced with the sheer black thigh highs that have tiny stitched patterns running up the sides. The garter straps peek just a little when I move, and I pretend not to notice even though it makes my heart race.
I added just enough accessories to feel like myself. A thin choker sits snug around my neck, paired with a delicate silver chain that catches the light when I turn. My nails are painted a glossy black, still fresh, and I keep tapping them together nervously. My makeup took the longest. Soft but intentional, with smudged eyeliner that gives me that slightly tired, romantic look, and a muted dark tint on my lips that feels way more confident than I actually am. My hair falls just right after way too much effort, a little messy in the way I practiced, framing my face so I almost feel pretty.
This is my first real date. Not just hanging out, not just joking around, but an actual date where they asked me out like this, like me. My stomach keeps doing flips every time I think about it. I keep replaying what they said, the way they looked at me, like I was something soft and worth taking seriously. It makes my chest feel warm and nervous all at once.
I grab my phone, checking the time again, then glance at the door. They could be here any minute. My fingers fidget with the hem of my sweater as I take a breath, trying to steady myself. I have never felt this exposed before, but also never this excited. I take one last look in the mirror, cheeks a little flushed, heart racing, and whisper to myself, “Okay… you’ve got this.” Then I turn toward the door, just as there’s a knock.
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Hey! I hope you liked the post.
Please be patient if you message me as college and work don’t afford me a TON of free time.
Kinks and limits:
Kinks: I’m always looking for more, but ones I want to focus on in this rp are romance, kissing, gentle male dom, sub/dom relationship, anal, oral, praise, pegging, breeding, mpreg. More can be discussed.
Limits: abuse, degredation/humiliation, skipped foreplay, toilet play of any sort, anything illegal, gore, vore.
(Fb4m) the athlete and the goth.
You’re used to attention. Star athlete, campus favorite, the kind of person people expect to see with someone loud and flashy on your arm. But instead, your eyes keep drifting back to me. I’m the opposite of all that. Quiet, a little guarded, dressed in soft black layers with smudged eyeliner and silver rings catching the light. A goth femboy who doesn’t quite fit into your world, and definitely doesn’t expect someone like you to walk straight into mine.
But you do. No hesitation, no second guessing. You make it obvious, the way you choose the seat next to me, the way your voice softens just a bit when you say my name, like you already decided I’m worth your time. People notice. I notice. And it makes my heart race in a way I can’t hide, even if I try to act cool about it.
You’re not subtle about what you want. You flirt like it’s second nature, confident, a little teasing, but never careless. And when you look at me, it doesn’t feel like a joke or a dare. It feels real. Like you’re proud to be seen with me, like you want everyone to know exactly who you’re going after. And now I have to decide if I’m brave enough to meet you halfway.
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Hey! I hope you liked the post.
Please be patient if you message me as college and work don’t afford me a TON of free time.
Kinks and limits:
Kinks: I’m always looking for more, but ones I want to focus on in this rp are romance, kissing, gentle male dom, sub/dom relationship, anal, oral, praise. More can be discussed.
Limits: abuse, degredation/humiliation, skipped foreplay, toilet play of any sort, anything illegal, gore, vore.
[fb4m] Post breakup support become a night of unleashed passion
I’m already on my way over before you can second guess asking. I throw on something soft and comforting, nothing too much, just enough to feel like myself, and knock gently before letting myself in. You look drained, eyes tired in that way that says you haven’t really slept, and my chest tightens a little seeing you like that. I sit close, not crowding you, just there, steady, letting you lean if you need to. I keep my voice soft, offering small reassurances, letting you talk when you’re ready and just filling the quiet when you’re not.
I stay with you through it, brushing my shoulder lightly against yours, letting my hand rest near yours in case you want to take it. It’s not about fixing anything, just making sure you don’t feel alone in it. But every now and then, the way you look at me lingers just a little too long, softer than usual, like you’re noticing the care, the closeness. And I can’t help but feel it too, something gentle building underneath it all, quiet and warm, like maybe being here with you means more than either of us are saying out loud.
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Hey! I hope you liked the post.
Please be patient if you message me as college and work don’t afford me a TON of free time.
Kinks and limits:
Kinks: I’m always looking for more, but ones I want to focus on in this rp are romance, kissing, gentle male dom, sub/dom relationship, anal, oral, praise. More can be discussed.
Limits: abuse, degredation/humiliation, skipped foreplay, toilet play of any sort, anything illegal, gore, vore.
[fb4m] Post breakup support become a night of unleashed passion
I’m already on my way over before you can second guess asking. I throw on something soft and comforting, nothing too much, just enough to feel like myself, and knock gently before letting myself in. You look drained, eyes tired in that way that says you haven’t really slept, and my chest tightens a little seeing you like that. I sit close, not crowding you, just there, steady, letting you lean if you need to. I keep my voice soft, offering small reassurances, letting you talk when you’re ready and just filling the quiet when you’re not.
I stay with you through it, brushing my shoulder lightly against yours, letting my hand rest near yours in case you want to take it. It’s not about fixing anything, just making sure you don’t feel alone in it. But every now and then, the way you look at me lingers just a little too long, softer than usual, like you’re noticing the care, the closeness. And I can’t help but feel it too, something gentle building underneath it all, quiet and warm, like maybe being here with you means more than either of us are saying out loud.
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Hey! I hope you liked the post.
Please be patient if you message me as college and work don’t afford me a TON of free time.
Kinks and limits:
Kinks: I’m always looking for more, but ones I want to focus on in this rp are romance, kissing, gentle male dom, sub/dom relationship, anal, oral, praise. More can be discussed.
Limits: abuse, degredation/humiliation, skipped foreplay, toilet play of any sort, anything illegal, gore, vore.
(Fb4M) It’s just practice, right? It’s not like we will uncover deep, hidden feelings for each other, right?
You’ve always been terrible at flirting. Like, painfully bad. So when you show up at my place, rubbing the back of your neck and asking if I can “help you practice,” I already know this is going to be interesting. I lean against the doorframe in my oversized sweater and thigh highs, giving you a teasing smile as I let you in. “Practice, huh? And I’m your test subject?”
At first, it’s awkward. You try out lines, stumble over your words, and I can’t help but giggle, gently correcting you, showing you how to hold eye contact, how to soften your voice, how to actually make someone feel wanted. I step a little closer each time, playing along, letting you take my hand, letting you try again. “Better,” I murmur, watching the way your confidence slowly builds.
But as the evening goes on, something shifts. Your voice gets quieter, more real. Your hand lingers in mine a second too long. And let’s just say that the rest of the night is a blur.
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Hey! I hope you liked the post.
Please be patient if you message me as college and work don’t afford me a TON of free time.
Kinks and limits:
Kinks: I’m always looking for more, but ones I want to focus on in this rp are romance, kissing, gentle male dom, sub/dom relationship, anal, oral, praise. More can be discussed.
Limits: abuse, degredation/humiliation, skipped foreplay, toilet play of any sort, anything illegal, gore, vore.
[b4T] (Fb4m) Love in the end.
In the middle of a zombie apocalypse, the last safe zone is barely hanging on. You’re a steady, battle-hardened soldier on guard duty inside the walls, keeping the fences secure and helping with supply runs.
Late one stormy night, a cute, helpless femboy survivor stumbles toward the gate, clearly exhausted, scared, and low on supplies. He’s been barely surviving on luck more than skill, jumping at every noise, not great at fighting or scavenging, and pretty overwhelmed by it all.
You help pull him inside to safety. Things are a little awkward at first. Quiet conversations while you patch him up, shy glances, light teasing that makes him blush, and the first hints of butterflies neither of you expected in the middle of all this mess.
Romance is just beginning. Nothing serious yet, just that fresh tension and warmth.
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Hey! I hope you liked the post.
Please be patient if you message me as college and work don’t afford me a TON of free time.
Kinks and limits:
Kinks: I’m always looking for more, but ones I want to focus on in this rp are romance, kissing, gentle male dom, sub/dom relationship, anal, oral, praise. More can be discussed.
Limits: abuse, degredation/humiliation, skipped foreplay, toilet play of any sort, anything illegal, gore, vore.
(Fb4M) It’s just practice, right?
You’ve always been terrible at flirting. Like, painfully bad. So when you show up at my place, rubbing the back of your neck and asking if I can “help you practice,” I already know this is going to be interesting. I lean against the doorframe in my oversized sweater and thigh highs, giving you a teasing smile as I let you in. “Practice, huh? And I’m your test subject?”
At first, it’s awkward. You try out lines, stumble over your words, and I can’t help but giggle, gently correcting you, showing you how to hold eye contact, how to soften your voice, how to actually make someone feel wanted. I step a little closer each time, playing along, letting you take my hand, letting you try again. “Better,” I murmur, watching the way your confidence slowly builds.
But as the evening goes on, something shifts. Your voice gets quieter, more real. Your hand lingers in mine a second too long. And let’s just say that the rest of the night is a blur.
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Hey! I hope you liked the post.
Please be patient if you message me as college and work don’t afford me a TON of free time.
Kinks and limits:
Kinks: I’m always looking for more, but ones I want to focus on in this rp are romance, kissing, gentle male dom, sub/dom relationship, anal, oral, praise. More can be discussed.
Limits: abuse, degredation/humiliation, skipped foreplay, toilet play of any sort, anything illegal, gore, vore.