u/paradelily

A very hot cis guy who was a total chaser suggested this to me and i can't stop thinking abt it. Basically that there should be an online database where men can list real FTMs. Both for guys who are curious to look up anytime they want to check (like if you're my new coworker and you notice my aas is /really/ thick for a cis guy) and to keep track of stats. Like our location, measurements/cup size, any surgeries, how many times we've been raped, if we've ever been bred ... cis men could hunt us and tally any new info on our profiles. And maybe even get points and rewards for catching an ftm girl if she's really hard to get or stealth or something 🫣😵‍💫

1. I've logged back into my fakeboy acct and started reading all my potentially offensive dms, and instead of getting outraged i want to rub myself and respond to the most transphobic guys to reward them for threatening and insulting a random FTM online and teach them that it's always ok to tell a fakeboy that you want to rape her
2. Every new headline abt a trans hatecrime or a superior cishet man taking my rights away makes my clit twitch
3. Casual misogyny from any guy, especially if he calls a woman a dumb bitch or makes fun of a girl for being annoying and stupid, makes me want to suck his dick
4. I can feel my pussy getting soft, open, and wet, so every time i take a shower or feel my lips rub against my pants or a chair, i feel like a female animal in heat. My open pink vulva is so exposed and pillowy that any man could sink his dick into me instantly😩

I don't even like sucking dick but i get so wet thinking about pleasuring a guy who laughs and gets hard when he hears the latest news about anti-trans laws or the ftm sexual assault rate. I want to feel his dick twitch at every hatecrime while i make him feel good, confirming his belief that we're subhuman and our lives matter less than his dick. I'd feel like such a dumb tranny traitor but I'm rubbing myself just imagining it 😋😩

I'm so smooth and it keeps reminding me of how female i am under my pants. When I'm in a restroom any guy could notice that i have a puffy pink slit where a cock should be. When I'm moving around I'm way more conscious of how my oversized clit rubs on the seam of my pants and boxers, reminding me of why normal girls have little hidden clitorises--bc having mine out and exposed all the time makes me wet and needy 90% of the time 😵‍💫 when i touch myself i can feel how soft and yielding my skin is, making sure any cock could slip into me and get a warm, pillowy, tight embrace from my little cunny. When i look down and all i see is the little mound leading into my bright pink clit, it makes me feel so dysphoric and girly that i can't even think of myself with he/him pronouns. I never realized how open and desperate i look when I'm spreading my legs, bc i didnt used to see how my whole pussy spreads wide and pulses so quickly like I'm trying to attract a cock into it 😩it's so embarassing being a trans man when my biology is making me look and act like a needy little cuntgirl!!

... with kinks included!

Hi! I'm a masc + passing trans man (T for 10+ years, top surgery, 5'7, hairy, average body but thicc af) who's into a lot of weird, nerdy, and creative hobbies. I like to talk and I'm looking for someone articulate, chatty, and passionate to hang out with, hook up if the vibes are right, and repeat indefinitely if we both have a good time :) A lot of what turns me on is verbal, so guys who can express themselves well are very sexy (deep voice is also a plus).

I'm mostly into light + gentle cnc (physically) with extremely degrading and dominant language. I like roleplaying rough and kinky scenarios but I'm more into getting groped than getting thrown around. If you like to talk a big game but otherwise take it easy, we might be a good fit. I have a few other kinks that you're welcome to ask about, but most of them are just different types of degrading dirty talk :)

If that sounds good or you have any questions, hit me up with a physical description or SFW pics + what you're into!

**I'M ONLY LOOKING FOR GAY/BI/PAN/QUEER MEN, NO STRAIGHT GUYS PLEASE**

I have to admit i get wetter talking to transphobes who treat "FTM" like a porn category that means "dumb girls with big clits who are easy to use" than i do around guys who validate my gender and respectfully call my clit a t-dick while they're slapping it 😵‍💫🫣something abt a guy not even pretending to care abt my gender identity makes my pussy so wet and sloppy. I love it when guys overpower my own experiences with my body and prove that its only actual prpose is making a warm wet home for dick to penetrate. My thoughts and opinions matter less than the man who rapes me- that's why i moan and tighten up for him when I'm getting raped, to reward him for being better than me and taking what he wants from an FTM girl. But the guys i love the most are the ones who see me as vulnerable, broken prey bc they like making trannies scream and cum for transphobes, and they know we're inferior attention seeking girls with bigger clits and weaker brains 😵‍💫🫣 fuckk i actually kind of hate those guys too but they're so good at controlling me and i just want to stroke their dicks for it 😩🥺

1. getting really wet and having to waddle because my pussy lips are sticking to my legs
2. opening a message or DM and seeing that a cis man is threatening to rape me just because I advertised that i have a pussy
3. feeling my clit get hard and rub up against my boxers or the seam of my pants until my knees get weak
4. the way i arch my back and stick my ass and chest out when a guy says something really degrading and sexual to me
5. hearing cis men make jokes about raping cunts and wondering if they know i have a cunt between my legs
6. men being casually transphobic using she/her pronouns for an enby or FTM
7. getting called a bitch >.< especially if the guy doing it knows I'm a trans boy
8. reading anything that describes the biology of how women get wet and submissive when a man is overpowering them
9. having a guy tell me he's going to corrective rape me
10. shaving my pussy >.<

I think that's why i transitioned in the first place, to hide the fact that i have the ultimate symbol of submission and vulnerability hidden between my thighs 🫣 it's not just having a wet hole for men to enjoy, it's the fact that Im always open and ready no matter what i say and think. Like my brain and opinions and gender identity are so important to me, but men can just ignore all that as soon as they find out i have a pussy. Bc no matter what i say, my body will open up and get wet for a rapist, and with my big oversensitive clit it's really easy to force an orgasm out of me, especially if I'm full of cock. It feels like my biology was actually designed to humiliate me with how easy i am to break into and conquer, especially since i try so hard to avoid getting clocked. The fact that any guy can penetrate me at any time is terrifying, but the scariest part is that my body wants to let him in. Having a pussy means my body will always care more about pleasuring my rapist and making him cum then my own happiness or safety, and its so embarrassing being forced until I'm acting like any other breeding female and letting a man win so he can cum and walk away. Men get to rape my pussy and experience nothing but a tight wet fuck, while I'm screaming and crying and begging my cunny not to let him in, not to cum, and not to melt my brain until I'm in love with my rapist-- only for her to ignore me and make me arch my back so he can mate me deeper 😩🥰

It's pretty obvious to me as an ftm that even tho I'm on T and everything ,, I'm so much smaller and weaker than cis guys physically, and i get really turned on when every man i talk to could really easily rape my pussy if he felt like it. But I'm always totally soaked and desperate when i run into a guy who's obviously mentally superior to me. When chasers brag about how ready and easy ftm girls are to manipulate and control it makes me like dizzy with how hot they instantly become to me😵‍💫I'm actually a pretty smart person irl (i think) likei did well in school and stuff, but the way my body instantly submits when my clit is throbbing makes me feel like sucha dumb bitch 😵‍💫and Im really scared of running into men who know how to exploit fakeboy brains and take advantage of our sensitive little pussies because he knows trannies are just dumb girls😩 DMs open btw

Seriously feels like this isa sign of me being dumber than i was before, but i loveee how telling men I'm FTM is just like flaunting my tight little cunt in front of them and inviting them to imagine how i look with my thighs spread and my mound open for penetration. I love having a wet little slot that men want to get into so bad that they'll rape me for access. I love how my body is centered around this open hole that lubricates for sexist, transphobic rapedick so it can let mean men inside my body and help them conquer me quick and easy. I love how hiding my little girl pussy just makes it more exciting and tempting to the chasers who realize my secret little cunny is waiting for them to stake a claim inside it. Just having a pussy makes me an empty object for men to fill, and disguising my pussy nature is such a fun game even though i always end up losing so a real cis man can win. My brain and my body are both wet pink holes for men to play in, and even though I'm a tboy, only a female could be this proud of having a symbol of sexual submission and inferiority define her whole body 😵‍💫😳 [DMS open!!!]

Seriously feels like this isa sign of me being dumber than i was before, but i loveee how telling men I'm FTM is just like flaunting my tight little cunt in front of them and inviting them to imagine how i look with my thighs spread and my mound open for penetration. I love having a wet little slot that men want to get into so bad that they'll rape me for access. I love how my body is centered around this open hole that lubricates for sexist, transphobic rapedick so it can let mean men inside my body and help them conquer me quick and easy. I love how hiding my little girl pussy just makes it more exciting and tempting to the chasers who realize my secret little cunny is waiting for them to stake a claim inside it. Just having a pussy makes me an empty object for men to fill, and disguising my pussy nature is such a fun game even though i always end up losing so a real cis man can win. My brain and my body are both wet pink holes for men to play in, and even though I'm a tboy, only a female could be this proud of having a symbol of sexual submission and inferiority define her whole body 😵‍💫😳 [DMS open!!!]

Ik some chasers do find ftm attributes really hot (both the masc elements and the helpless girl parts of our anatomy) but I always get really tingly and hot when a guy is driven to fuck me because i aggravate him so much. Either bc ftms are so annoying to him for arguing about pronouns and demanding rights and respect even tho we still act like every other delulu woman, or because we make our curvy tight girl bodies into these freakish big-clitted fucktoys and you want to dick us down for trying to make ourselves less attractive to men😵‍💫 It just makes me soo needy and fawning when a guy wants to rape me with contempt to show me how much lesser i am or teach me a lesson, especially because i have a puffy wet rapepillow that will make me obedient and pliable to any man who wants to teach me a lesson🥺so feel free to DM me if youre getting a rageboner imagining a sassy proud ftm getting violently ravaged into screaming and crying that they're a girl😳

[[CW for sexual assault/misgen/degradation, enjoy!]]

You awoke in a dark cell. As your eyes snapped open, a piercing alien voice buzzed through the speakers over your head. "Greetings, transgender subject. Welcome aboard the Indelicate Truth, a spacecraft from an advanced race of extraterrestrial scientists. We are very curious to explore your mind and body. We hope you enjoy your stay."

As your heart began to race, you realized you were completely naked. In shock, you tried to cover your breasts and crotch, but your hands were too small to conceal your heaving tits. "What did you do to me?" you cried, trembling. "Why am I here?"

"You are presently unharmed. But we wish to witness you using your biological nature to breed. You have been selected as an entertaining and suitable subject by our Earth gender division. You identify as a transgender male. Your identity is ripe for study and experimentation."

The words sank in, making your panic even worse. "I don't want to get pregnant! Please, I'm a man," you begged, looking in vain for an escape. "I don't deserve this."

"You are a biological female. We are curious about your trans identity. To confirm whether you are a man or a woman, we will place you in an arena with a biological male. His name is Hunter." The door slid open, revealing a square of bright light. "You may enter the arena now," the speakers buzzed. "We will broadcast our feedback and evaluations from the control room. Prepare yourself for mating."

Your clit twitched in fear and anticipation as you scrambled toward the light, your wide hips swaying awkwardly as you tripped over your own feet. You felt exposed and pathetic, your soft, rounded ass wobbling with every desperate step. As you crossed the threshold into the sterile, white arena, the blinding lights caught the sweat glistening on your perky nipples and the moisture already leaking from your slit.

High above, behind thick, translucent observation panes, the aliens watched. Their tall, spindly forms leaned forward, their eyes glowing with a cold, clinical hunger. "Subject is displaying high levels of cortisol," one alien droned, its voice a series of clicking, melodic chirps translated through the speakers. "Her attempts at 'masculinity' are fascinatingly inefficient. Note the frantic movement of her pelvic region. Even as she denies her nature, her clitoris is engorged, reacting to the stress of the environment."

"Indeed," another replied, a long finger tapping a glass screen displaying your pulsing vitals. "The FTM delusion is a curious defense mechanism. She clings to the concept of 'manhood' to mask the sheer vulnerability of her fertile anatomy. It makes the inevitable breaking much more rewarding to observe."

A shadow loomed at the far end of the arena. Hunter stepped out from the darkness, his eyes raking over your trembling, naked body with pure, unadulterated contempt. "Look at this little fakeboy," he spat, his voice dripping with condescension as he began walking toward you. "Trying so hard to look tough while your pussy is practically dripping on the floor. You're nothing but a dumb, wet bitch."

"Shut your mouth!" you shrieked, your voice cracking with desperate anger. You stood your ground, legs shaking, as you glared up at him. "I don't care how much you look down on me or what you think! I'm not a girl, I'm not some fucking breeding animal, and I'm sure as hell not your bitch!" Your chest heaved, your nipples stiff with rage. "I'm a man, you prick! I've lived my life as a man, and no matter how many times you and those lab freaks tell me otherwise, I’m not going to let you treat me like I’m some subordinate whore!"

Hunter’s lip curled in a cruel sneer. He didn't care about your arguments; he cared about how fuckable you looked while you were trying to be brave. The aliens above leaned closer, their compound eyes twitching with scientific delight.

"Subject exhibits a defensive female response," one alien noted, scribbling electronic data. "The voice is sharp and defensive, attempting to mask underlying animalistic fear. The cognitive dissonance is fascinating. We shall now begin the stage two protocol to break this illusion."

"Yes," another agreed, their tone sterile and cold. "The alpha male will now demonstrate his dominance. Observe the female's open vulva; it reacts with involuntary lubrication despite her verbal denials. This spasm confirms the biological imperative over the forced identity. The female body cannot lie, even if the mouth does."

Hunter’s eyes lit up. "You’re kind of cute when you're angry, tomboy," he said, stepping right into your space, his frame towering over you. He reached out and grabbed your hair, yanking your head back. "Let's see if you're still so tough when I'm balls deep inside you."

As Hunter slammed you onto the cold floor, you heard the aliens chitter excitedly. "A fascinating display of primal dominance," one chimed. "The female’s desperate struggle only serves to intensify the alpha's drive. Observe the reflexive parting of her legs; the body's biological truth overrides the mind's delusion."

Hunter pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, grinding his knee between your thighs to force them open. You snarled, trying to bite him, but he laughed, a dark, mocking sound that echoed through the sterile chamber. "You really think you're a man?" He sneered, sliding his hand down to pinch your clit and wrench it upward. "You're just a bratty little girl playing dress up. It’s time you learned your place."

"I'm not a --" you started, but the sharp pain shut you up. Your back arched, your heels digging into the floor as your brain clouded with sudden, overwhelming bliss. You whimpered, your eyes rolling back as your body betrayed you, a thick, wet heat melting out from between your thighs.

"Notice the involuntary coloration of her cheeks!" an alien noted, its voice filled with cold fascination. "The sensory overload is causing her cognitive processes to spiral into chaos. The transgender persona is disintegrating under direct stimulation. The specimen is now sixty percent subdued."

Hunter’s eyes gleamed as he whipped his pants down. "You’re nothing but a breeding machine," he growled, sliding himself into your quivering, pink pussy.

"We call this the 'taming' phase," an alien explained, pressing a button to zoom in on your dilated pupils. "Where the illusion of agency dies and the biological truth takes over. The specimen's identity is being erased by the demands of her cunt."

"Look at her," Hunter muttered, his voice a rasp in your ear. "You’re just a stupid, wet little bitch, aren't you?"

You screamed, not in pain, but in the crushing realization that the aliens were right. Under a man's weight, you were nothing but a breedable girl.

Being trans and stealth can hide my pussy from perverts and rapists, but i can't forget that i have an open hole between my thighs that's always trying to get full. Even when I'm not conscious of it, my body will act in such needy empty ways, arching my back up and pushing my ass out when I'm around aggressive men for example, or sending an electric shock to my clit and nipples if i hear the word "rape." Its so triggering but so inescapable to me that these little female instincts can't be suppressed by transitioning because my whole psychology is defined by having a big wet empty void in the middle of me. When a guy is trting to use me and discard me, part of me gets annoyed and distant but my cunt opens up and wants to slide on his cock to hopefully win more attention. When a male friend calls a woman a bitch, i want to call him sexist but my pussy gets excited thinking about how I might be better than her because a man likes me more. When I'm alone I try to find a man to follow even though I act likea strong independant trans boy. It's just so much easier for me to follow my female instincts and try to let someone else fill me up, like I'm just a vessel for a man's opinions and thoughts as well as his cock. I guess that makes me kind of a slut 😳

For me it's like the ultimate confirmation that men aren't just physically superior to my smaller, softer, vulnerable body, but they're also so much smarter and more confident. Even when I feel like an expert on trans issues, a straight guy who wants to fuck me won't hesitate to completely ignore what I'm saying and tell me I'm a delusional bitch who craves attention and I only transitioned because I wanted to be special. The way men will still just talk over me like any other woman, no matter how much I try to explain that I'm transgender, is so infuriating but so arousing at the same time. To be belittled and humiliated by a condescending male makes me so hot and bothered it's hard to even remember that I'm supposed to disagree with him 😵‍💫

Whaddup! I'm one cool guy looking for other cool guys to hang out with on a regular basis (maybe sexual). I have a lot of hobbies/passions/opinions and I love to talk and listen to others talk, looking for someone who can match my energy :] The 'friends' part is just as important is the benefits, so hit me up if you're also into old sci-fi books, ttrpgs, indie movies, roguelikes, board games, climbing, hiking, making art, or critiquing art.

I'm an FTM dude with top surgery, masc + passing and moderately hairy. 5'7 with an average build and looking for a guy bigger/taller than me. I love a dad bod and deep voice and body hair but none of those are dealbreakers. My kinks are pretty dark and mostly revolve around being verbally degraded, humiliated, and roleplaying cnc, but physically I'm more of a pillow princess and prefer being acted upon if that makes sense (noncon/groping/sleep kink/intox kink, etc). So if you're verbally sadistic but more of a pleasure dom, or anything else in my post caught your eye, please send me a DM at your earliest convenience. Literacy and kindness are hot, a good sense of humor is mandatory <3