u/misgendersub

>!i want a man to kidnap or blackmail me, some kind of situation where i can’t get away from him, and abuse me like the subhuman trash i am. hit and kick me until i’m covered in bruises. use my mouth as a urinal every time he has to piss. rape my ass without lube and punch me when i cry. feed me dog food and make me piss outside on all fours like a dog. constantly mock me, laugh at my pain, and berate me without any sort of ‘aftercare’ because trannies don’t deserve that. pimping me out to his friends and not making them wear condoms so i don’t even know whose babies i’m carrying. surgically alter my body to increase my dysphoria (comically large breast implants, cocksucking lip fillers, bbl, remove my ‘tdick’). take away my psych meds.!<

>!i want to be forced to beg for the right to kill myself. he never leaves out anything i could hurt myself with and when he’s not home, i’m locked in a cage. once i’m broken enough, i’ll sob to him about how if he hates me so much he should just kill me, how the world would be better off if a tranny bitch like me killed herself anyways. i’ll tell him he can do anything he wants to me first and i won’t argue.!<

>!i don’t know which i think is hotter: he gives in and actually kills me or lets me kill myself (while getting off on it, obviously) or he doesn’t and forces me to live the rest of my miserable, worthless life as his nasty fucktoy.!<

i’ve said for months that i don’t want randoms in my dms trying to convince me to go off my hormones, but i’m starting to go back on that. thinking about stopping t gets me more wet than stressed now…

so give it your best shot. tell me why i should skip my shot this friday. threaten me, degrade me, gaslight me, praise me, whatever you think will work on a dumb fakeboy like me! we’ll see on friday if i’m convinced 😖

i want a terf to make me her pet project. she says she’s bi and accepts my gender, but she’s actually a lesbian who wants to fix my delusions. she starts off letting me top her with a strap every time we fuck, then we start switching, and eventually she’s always the one stuffing my pussy with something. she starts calling me her butch instead of her boyfriend and encourages me to embrace my natural sex while still presenting masc. then she starts buying me fem outfits, calling me a good girl, making me grow out my hair.

(of course, at the same time, she’s slowly convincing me to be a terf like her. i start agreeing that trans women are predators and trans men are just confused. i destroy my trans pride stuff and tell people i’m a proud transphobic detransitioner who was manipulated by the trans cult. thank god my wonderful girlfriend saved me before i destroyed my perfect female body!)

eventually, i’m her dolled-up femme toy who exists only to serve her perfect terf pussy. why would i ever want to be a gross, hormone-addled, surgically mutilated ‘man’ when i could be her girl?

a man who knows that i won’t agree to going off of either, so he needs to trick me. he replaces my t with e and my birth control with prenatal vitamins behind my back. slowly, my body starts to go back to its natural feminine, fertile state, but i’m too dumb to realize anything is wrong. he tracks my cycle and makes sure to fuck me as much as possible while i’m ovulating to ensure his plan will work. by the time i figure out what he did, it’s too late; i’m pregnant and on my way to being his perfect little housewife.