my ultimate ftm turned lesbian fucktoy fantasy [all ok] [nonconsent, ftm misgendering]
ok i wanted to write a simple fantasy and it got really long. thanks if u read! sorry if it's a lot
contains public humiliation, detrans/misgendering, coercion/dubcon, mommy kink, freeuse, breeding
i go travelling to visit a friend. a fellow trans person, a woman. it makes me feel safer to know she's trans too. i don't know anybody else in her town at all, so i'm taking a pretty big risk travelling so far away from anybody who knows me. i take a lot of care to pack all my favorite baggy t-shirts, my hoodies, and my big tripp pants to dress as masc as i can everyday. i have to prove i'm just a guy since i'll meet so many new people. my binder is already on, but i decide not to pack the second one. it's less comfortable, and i should be fine with one, right?
when i get there, everything is great. we're having a great time just hanging out, and she's even prettier in person. we're just friends, though i always had a little crush on her. but she's gay and this is just a friend trip, and i'll be sleeping on her couch. i ask her where i can change into my night clothes, and she tells me oh, you can just change right here. she's smiling softly. she tells me she'll look away if it's such a big deal to me. i don't really want to make a fuss or look lame though, so i tell her no, it's fine. i strip my shirt off, and hesitate just a little before lifting the binder over my head. it's not like she would disrespect me. she's trans too. i tell myself that the feeling of her staring at my chest before i slip into my hoodie is just in my head. i'm too embarrased to face her while i change my pants, so i turn around while i do so. i regret my decision when i bend over changing, because i know from this angle, she has to be able to see my pussy peeking from between my legs. i hope she just isn't looking, or somehow doesn't notice i'm shaved clean already. i quickly pull my pajama pants on. i can't even look at her face properly when i turn back around.
she asks me if i want to go out around town with her tomorrow. i tell her yes, of course. we can go anywhere she wants. but i ask her if i could just wash my binder, i have the rest of my clothes packed, but this is the only one i have with me, and i've been wearing it all day. of course, she tells me, and then offers to wash it for me because her washer is just a little weird. i give it to her, not thinking twice about trusting her with such a beloved object. she tells me good night and she'll wake me in the morning, going off to start the laundry and sleep for the night.
when i wake in the morning, it's to her sweet voice, right next to my ear. it startles me to see her so close, and she giggles at my jumpiness. she tells me we need to leave in 20 minutes, so i jump to get ready quickly. i don't even have my toiletries out yet, so i'm scrambling. as i rifle through my suitcase she apologizes for waking me up so late. i'm so frazzled by the time crunch i almost don't hear her say she just thought i was so cute sleeping, she almost couldn't stand to wake me. i tell her it's all okay, and she offers to put an outfit together for me. i smile at the sweet gesture and thank her while i go off to brush my teeth and hair.
when i come back to the living room, she looks off. smiling, but almost like she's just played a cruel prank. i look at the outfit she's set out for me, and immediately see folded on top isn't my binder, but a black bra. she starts to explain before i ask. she put my binder in the washer, but totally forgot to dry it. and the washer didn't even drain right, so it's still sopping wet. and no, we can't wait for it to dry. but she's going to let me borrow one of her bras! and i really dont want to seem lame, or rude, so i don't tell her i'd rather wear nothing at all. i thank her for letting me borrow it. before i can even ask to get changed alone, she says she'll help me put it on since i probably haven't worn one in forever. it makes me feel like i'm stupid that she thinks i can't put one on by myself. and instead of telling her i don't need help, i thank her again and take my shirt off. i hold my arms out and she puts the bra on me, clipping it in the back. while i realize that this is a heavily padded, push up bra, she reaches her hands around to make sure my tits are pressed up as much as possible, groping them and making sure to give them a good bounce. the dysphoria intertwines with the humiliation to settle low in my gut.
i move to put on the rest of the outfit, she's chosen the tight crop top i brought that i wasn't even sure i'd wear. it's tight with my binder on, and now it has to stretch comically over my tits, and doesn't even completely cover the bottom of the bra. there's only two more items. my own striped, knee high socks, and a very short skirt that is definitely not mine. she tells me i'll have to wear the skirt, since it will just be a much better outfit than anything i brought. she put a lot of effort into choosing a good outfit for me, so i should be good and put it on for her. as i pull my pants down, i wonder at what point i should stop caring about being rude and telling her no. i grab the skirt but she tsks, taking it from me. your panties, she demands. take them off. there's already a wet spot. she presses her finger to the small, dark spot on my underwear, and i try to bite down the gasp that still escapes me. she says she's not going to let me ruin another pair with my leaking pussy. i mutter a sorry, pulling them down. she hands me the skirt while praising me for being so obedient again. it doesn't even cover my ass. it's completely obvious that i'm exposed entirely. i put on the knee high socks, covering up the hairiest parts of my legs, and she lets me wear my converse instead of forcing me into some heels.
we're all ready to go. she holds my hand as we walk out the door. i don't have anything with me, not even my phone. i'm completely beholden to her whims for the day. her neighbor leers at me from the moment we step outside the door until we get in her car, and i shiver as the leather of the seat touches my bare, disconcertingly wet pussy. she tells me not to make too much of a mess. she didn't tell me where we're going, but it doesn't surprise me when we show up at her local mall, which is convienietly populated exclusively by adults who are into public humiliation. i thought malls were dying, but from the crowded parking lot i dread the amount of people who will be in there. i dont get up to get out on my own. she comes around and opens the door for me, grabbing my hand once more and telling me to come on. no one will even notice how girly you look today dude, i swear.
people are constantly staring at me in each store we go to. she shows off little items she thinks are cute, points to a few slutty clothes she says i'd look good in, drags me into each and every store in the mall even when i know she doesn't care about a damn thing they sell. some people whistle at me. some yell degrading comments. a couple people slap my ass, and one girl gropes my chest. my friend does nothing about any of it, except laugh at me. she tells me to be careful, because my legs are so slick from my dripping, bare pussy that i might make a mess on the floor.
once we leave the mall, she takes me to a casual restaurant to eat. she picks the seating. we sit at a tall table with simple stools with no back. my ass hangs over the seat, my skirt doing nothing to cover it. she made sure i sat on the side where anybody passing by the large window our table is in front of could see my backside. she makes sure to wave at anybody staring, to remind me i'm being looked at. i barely eat my own food, but she feeds me a few of my fries by hand.
she wants to take me to a party after that. just some of her friends, she says. the house is packed with people. she knows everybody. when another girl asks who the 'cute slut' with her is, she introduces me by my deadname. i'd only told it to her once when i had been telling her a story related to it. i pray to god that neither of them noticed the way my thighs clenched together when she did that.
"she's my little whore. she loves to be praised. she's very obedient." my trusted friend smiles at me. "she used to think she was a boy, but i'm teaching her she's just mommy's little girl."
the person she's talking to leads us to the crowded living room, where there's still a spot on the couch open for mommy. she pauses in front of the couch, reaching under her own skirt, much longer than mine, to pull her panties off. she sits on the couch, situating her skirt so her girlcock is out. she tells me to get her hard and then i'll be allowed to sit in her lap and relax. it doesn't even occur to me that i don't have to do this. i put her in my mouth, doing my best to take her down to the base while i attempt to subtly move my hand under my own skirt to touch my aching tdick. obviously, mommy notices. she grabs my arms with one hand, and my head with the other. she pushes my head down so my nose rests against her tummy. she tells me a new rule; i can ONLY cum if its from my girly pussy.
she lets go of my head and i pull off, gasping for air. she tells me to get up, i can sit down and relax now. i stand with my shaky legs, turning to sit on her lap. she helps guide herself into me, and im so embarrassed at the long moan that escapes me when she's fully inside. i'm so gushing wet that there's little resistance at all. my slick thighs clench together as i grind slightly, desperate for some more friction. she grips my hips, not stopping me yet, but reminding me she's in control here.
she announces to the room that my mouth is open for freeuse. there are multiple cheers, and the first person to stand is the girl she had introduced me to earlier. she moves confidently, pulling her pants down and grabbing my hair to shove my face into her bush. i do my best to lick and suck, but she takes most of the control, using my face more like a toy to grind on. when she finishes, a guy is behind her, ready to shove his cock in my mouth. he wastes no time to fuck my throat, obviously eager to use the new group toy. mommy makes sure to let the entire room know i squeeze her harder the rougher my mouth and face are fucked. i don't know how long i'm used that way by the room.
eventually, she decides it's her turn to really use me. she pulls me to lay against her chest, and has the people on either side of her spread my legs open. she tells everybody to get a good look at my slutty, girly pussy. she flicks my tdick as she starts to thrust upwards, telling me it's cute that it's still so small even on the testosterone. somebody else comments that they couldn't tell i'd taken t at all. another asks if mommy shaved me or if i did that on my own. she exposes that i'd shaved before i even came here. it was so obvious i'd wanted this the whole time.
she starts to thrust harder, more erratically. i must be dripping all over her thighs by now. my high pitched moans and pleas echo through the room, our onlookers talking about how cute i sound and how slutty i look. mommy grabs my hair to pull my head back so she can whisper in my ear.
"i threw out your birth control pills. i'm going to get you fucking pregnant."
she doesn't let go of my hair, but moves to bite down hard on my neck. i cry out in pain while my pussy spasms around her. her last thrust is deep inside me, and i shake with pleasure from the feeling of her cum in me. liquid gushes out of me when she slips out, and i relax against her while she leans back up to my ear.
"and if my cum doesn't work, somebody else's will."
the two people holding my legs roughly maneuver me to the ground, forcing my ass up and my face down. i can feel cum dripping down my thigh while i squirm at all the hungry eyes on me. one of the people holding me down scoops it up with their fingers to push it back into my sloppy cunt. mommy commands everybody in the room with a cock to breed me, and everybody with a pussy to keep my mouth busy. they all follow her commands eagerly, like they had known it would come to this from the beginning.