u/maxandrews41

i was "ftm" before i realized that im just a stupid girl. ive been off hormones for two and a half months, my period is back, and im growing out my hair. next on my list is to lose weight and get my feminine shape back.

i love being controlled, humiliated, degraded, but also praised when i do well. i have tons of other kinks we could incorporate, and i would especially like to incorporate feminization.

i need a strong dom/me who can control me and keep me on track to being a good skinny girl — is that you?

feel free to comment or dm

p.s. i dont have tits anymore, i currently weigh about 200lbs, and i have a gym membership

i’ve been off t for two full months now and my muscles are melting away faster than i ever imagined, leaving me softer and weaker in the most humiliating and delicious ways possible. the hard, defined arms i spent years building in the gym have completely disappeared. my shoulders look narrow and delicate, my biceps soft and tiny, my forearms slender like a girl’s. i try to lift something that used to feel easy and my arms shake pathetically now. carrying groceries makes me feel fragile and feminine, like any real man could pin me down without effort. that weakness turns me on so much i have to squeeze my thighs together just thinking about it.

my entire body is softening into something rounder, curvier, and completely useless for anything masculine. my chest has swollen noticeably, small soft tits pushing out where i once had flat scars. they jiggle slightly when i walk and my nipples stay constantly sensitive, tightening into little peaks at the slightest breeze or touch. i catch myself cupping them absentmindedly, squeezing the new plush flesh and moaning because it feels so right. my belly has turned soft and round, a gentle feminine pouch forming right over my womb. i press on it while i touch myself, imagining how perfect it will look when it’s swollen with a baby. every day it gets a little squishier, a little more maternal.

my hips have widened even more and my ass has grown plump and jiggly. my thighs rub together constantly now, thick and soft, creating that feminine sway in my walk that i can’t hide anymore. the old “man” clothes i used to wear are completely unwearable. jeans strangle my hips and ass while hanging loose over my swelling chest. shirts that used to fit tight across my back now drape loosely over new curves. i look ridiculous trying to dress male anymore. i’m becoming unmistakably soft and girly no matter what i wear.

my skin feels completely different after two months off t. it’s silky smooth, sensitive, and glows in a way it never did before. every touch feels electric, especially between my legs where my pussy has turned plush and hypersensitive. my clit stays tiny and soft, never getting hard, just a desperate little button that leaks the second i think about being touched or used. i edge for hours now, rubbing my soft cunt while feeling how weak and feminine my body has become. even my voice has softened again, coming out higher and breathier when i moan or beg.

the muscle loss has affected everything. my core is weak so my posture has changed. i slouch less and arch my back more without thinking, pushing my tits and ass out like i’m presenting myself for men. my legs feel less stable, my stamina pathetic. i get tired so easily now, which only makes me want to stay home, stay soft, and let stronger men take care of me. i stopped all strength training completely. the thought of lifting heavy weights feels laughable and repulsive. why would a soft girl like me try to build muscle when my body clearly wants to be weak, breedable, and fuckable instead?

emotionally i feel softer too. i cry easier at sweet or degrading words. i get wet when men call me weak or pathetic. two months without testosterone has stripped away every last trace of the fakeboy i tried to be. there’s no hardness left in me anywhere. no sharp edges, no tough exterior, just endless curves and yielding flesh. my longer hair falls around my softer face while i rub my clit and whisper what a stupid girl i was for ever thinking i could be a man. i was never meant to be strong. i was meant to be this — a weak, soft, curvy little girl whose body is literally dissolving the lie i tried to live.

every morning i wake up and run my hands over my weaker arms, my softer belly, my wider hips, and my swelling tits. every change makes me leak. every lost pound of muscle makes me wetter. i’m becoming exactly what i was always supposed to be: a delicate, submissive, fertile woman whose only purpose is to look pretty, feel soft, and spread her legs for real men. the weakness feels like freedom. the softness feels like truth. two months off t has turned me into a pathetic, mushy, cock-hungry girl and i never want to go back. i want to keep getting weaker, softer, rounder, and more feminine until everyone can see what i really am — just a silly little woman who was never meant to have muscles in the first place.