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Remaking this post since I’m pretty sure it got deleted, and a lot of people found it very helpful. This is a medical diagram of before and after bottom surgery for trans femmes.

Confused

I blink, staring at the ceiling. My head feels… weird. Like I just woke up from the deepest sleep of my life, but my brain is full of static.

Something’s wrong.

I sit up, groggy, rubbing my face. My fingers sink into something soft. I pull and long silky strands slip between my fingers. Blonde.

I freeze.

That’s not right. My hair is short and brown. I pull again, harder this time, but the golden locks stay attached. No, no, no…this isn’t….this can’t be…

My heart pounds as I scramble up, only to feel a strange weight on my chest. My arms press against something soft, and…oh god. I look down.

Two round, perky breasts sit right there. On me.

No. I…I don’t…

I grab them instinctively, feeling their shape, their weight, the warmth of my own hands against them.  They’re sensitive. Have they always felt like this?

I stand on shaky legs, the room tilting as I rush toward the mirror. I have to see. I have to.

The girl in the reflection is stunning.

She can’t be me.

Long, wavy blonde hair, big blue eyes, soft, kissable lips. Her body is toned and curvy in all the right places, her skin impossibly smooth. She’s wearing a tiny red bikini that barely covers her…my figure.

I lift a shaking hand to my face. The reflection does the same.

That’s me.

No. No, this is wrong. I had brown hair. I was taller. I was a guy.

But if I was so sure, then why… why can’t I remember my own name?

I know I was a guy.

But I press my thighs together and nearly collapse when I feel the horrifying absence between them.  I put my hand to the warm, wet slit where a penis should be.  It feels so good.

I try to focus, to distract myself from this feeling, but my head feels like mush. My thoughts are sluggish and warm, slipping away the moment I reach for them. Why can’t I think?

I was…I was smart.  Right?

I wrap my arms around myself, trying to ground myself, trying to fight back the haze creeping into my thoughts.

This isn’t right.

I’m not supposed to be like this.

Am I?

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but it only makes things worse. My chest rises and falls in a way that feels … natural?

I stare at my reflection, searching for something that will prove this is all some kind of mistake. But as I move, adjusting my stance, shifting my hips, I don’t feel clumsy or awkward. In fact, I move with a kind of effortless grace I don’t remember ever having.

I don’t remember ever walking like this, but somehow, I just know how to sway my hips in a way that draws attention. I don’t remember wearing makeup before, but when I reach for the vanity, my hands move on their own, uncapping a lipstick and applying it with perfect precision. My lips pout instinctively, and…oh god.

I look hot.

No. No, no, no, this isn’t me! I’m not a girl! I’m not supposed to want to look sexy!

But then… why does it feel good?

My eyes flick toward the door. I should be panicking. I should be looking for a way to fix this, to undo whatever the hell happened to me. Instead, I catch myself thinking about going out.  About walking through a crowded place, feeling eyes on me.

Not just any eyes. Men’s eyes.

The thought makes my stomach flutter, a strange, electric excitement I don’t understand. My mind flashes with images of strong hands on my waist, warm lips against my neck, deep voices murmuring in my ear.

I shudder, my thighs pressing together. There’s that feeling again.  That warm, intoxicating feeling.

No! I…I wasn’t into guys! I was straight! I liked…

But what did I like?

The more I try to remember, the fuzzier it gets. I should be freaking out. I should be trying to fight this.

But, what if I just…lean into it? Just for a little while?

What’s the harm?

Maybe I was wrong.  Maybe I’ve always been a hot, sexy woman.  Maybe I’ve always desired buff, dominant, Alpha males.  Maybe I’ve always wanted to get pounded by their massive dicks over and over and over again.

Yeah, the more I think about it. That seems right.

I must have just been confused.

Yes bring it on!!! I also want my belly to swell and my breasts to fill with milk

i cannot get enough of your all the way through content, would you ever write more? like maybe being fucked by a ghost whose cock can pass through things at will, allowing them to fuck your cunt and stretch open your cervix only to keep going until you feel the head coming out of your mouth. and maybe its cock is long enough that it can get itself off without ever pulling out of your throat, leaving you filled completely and totally suffocated.

idk just the idea of all the way thru that you can do again and again instead of just,, u know,,, dying

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Maybe I end up fooling around a little too much with "ritual" objects that claim to "have a connection to the afterlife". That stuff isn't real, right? It's all too easy for me to dismiss all of it, especially when it ends up having absolutely zero immediate effect on me. Of course, that's just hubris on my part, assuming the incorporeal can't effect me. It's not like I could reasonably fend it off.

I learn my lesson the hard way in public. I gasp when something ice-cold prods at my cunt beneath my clothes, which earns me a few concerned stares from passers-by; I brush off their worry and hurry to the nearest restroom, trying not to panic as my pussy is again caressed. I lock myself into a single-stall and hurriedly take off my pants to figure out what the hell is going on, only to be greeted by...nothing. I can't see anything that might be causing this. Just as I figure out what's going on, the ghost messing with me decides to take its mischief even further, which almost makes me moan.

I manage to hold myself back and just hurry home as fast as I can without acting suspicious, which is more difficult than it seems when there's something chilling me from the inside out. All the while, the ghost is spreading me more and more, pushing deeper and deeper inside me with slow purpose, and I can do nothing to stop it as I fumble with the front door of my house, slamming it closed behind me. As soon as I manage to get it locked, I stumble to my bedroom for at least a little bit of comfort as the ghost reaches my cervix.

I lean over my bed, as though actually presenting my cunt to a partner despite being fully-clothed. The ghost presses up against my cervix for a few moments, but it doesn't feel like it's genuinely having trouble; quite the opposite, in fact. The ghost knows exactly what it can do to me, and it's all too glad to do it. It follows through when it pops through my cervix with little resistance, making me whine loudly as it fills my womb with hardly any effort.

Still, it pushes deeper, further, paying no mind to my moaning or squirming. The chill of its cock sends shivers up my spine, and so does the feeling of having my womb filled by something I can't even see. It doesn't even stop at my womb, the freezing cold of its body creeping further and further into mine, and my eyes roll back in my head at the sensation, toes curling, knees shaking. The only thing I can do is grab useless handfuls of the blankets as the ghost violates me more thoroughly than I've ever been violated before.

The ghost's plans reach a climax when something spreads my throat open. I can still breathe, thanks to its incorporeal nature, but that doesn't stop me from swallowing around it reflexively, enamored with the sensation despite just how unsettling this entire situation is. It only gets better when the ghost starts thrusting, using my entire body as a cocksleeve just because it can. Just because I was the one who messed around a little bit too much with things I didn't understand. Now, I'm paying for it with whatever pleasure I can grant the afterlife.

Of course, I must be making the ghost feel good if it wants to keep doing this at all, but it also seems to delight in making me react, using long, powerful strokes that spread my throat open wide each time. The ghostly cock slides easily over my tongue and out of my open mouth, and I almost wish I could see it, just to have the pleasure of knowing who or what I was serving. I'm learning to like this much more quickly than I thought I would.

It doesn't take the ghost too much time to reach the edge of pleasure, Its motions losing their deliberate feeling as its strokes stutter and change rhythm. It thrusts faster, harder, opening me up more powerfully, and I arch my back despite the fact that the ghost needs no help from me to access whatever part of my body it wants. It's just my natural reaction to knowing that whoever's fucking me is getting closer and closer to climax.

When the ghost reaches orgasm, its entire cock twitches inside of my body, an odd sensation that makes me moan - but I can't moan for long. The ghost pulls back just enough for its cum to flood my mouth. A supernatural force prevents me from parting my lips to let any of it out, and so it fills my cheeks easily before pouring down my throat around the phantom intruder. My stomach fills to capacity easily, so the ectoplasmic seed takes the next route out and fills my guts, bloating my midsection, rounding it out to hang heavy beneath me as my eyes roll back in my head.

Finally, the ghost stops. It remains plugged in my body, yes, but at least it's not thrusting anymore, which allows me a little bit of room to regain my senses. Shivering, I look down at my midsection, enchanted with the way my shirt stretches tight over my full middle. I drag my fingertips across it, and the ghost twitches again, which makes me gasp.

I don't know if the ghost plans to pull out anytime soon, but frankly, I hope it doesn't. I want to know how far it can go.

[MF] Merry Christmas - Part 1

Well, I promised to update you guys if things happened over the holidays with Ally and her mom Cynthia, and…well…they did. Not to the extent that some were hoping though, no threesomes, but still some exciting times, and some possible movement towards what someone before called a “Sportsman’s Double”

Like before, at the behest of those involved, the names have been changed. Out of respect for the readers, the rest has been told exactly as it occurred (or as best as I can remember).

So, Ally and I had intended to spend most of our time home together, her not even getting a hotel room because ”We’ll be too busy in yours” she said, but I arrived a day early to, well, try and fuck her mom again. What can I say, I’m a man. Ally still has no idea at this point that I had hooked up with her mom, but Cynthia was a lot less inhibited on that subject than I initially thought. In the weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas we had been sexting, and she was trying to show me how much better she was at certain things than she thought Ally was, like deepthroating a dildo I had sent her (they really have everything on Amazon, and prime eligible too), and then even trying to stick it in her ass. I let her believe that Ally and I hadn’t done anything like that (I mean, how do you tell a mother that her daughter is a little anal whore?), and was egging her on to get it deeper and deeper, saying she’d need the practice.

I got in on the afternoon of the 22nd, a day before I told Ally I would be there, dropped my crap off at the hotel and headed out to Cynthia’s. Even though I was in a rental, i still parked down the street and walked up to her house. I got to her house and texted that I had a surprise for her, and she should go open the front door. At first she thought it was another delivery, but once she opened the door she quickly realized it was something even better, me. She was wearing white sheer nightie with a bathrobe hastily thrown on to answer the door, though once she realized it was me she stopped trying to pull it closed and pulled me inside with the biggest smile on her face.

“Awww, and I thought I was gonna be flashing the delivery boy again” she said coyly.

“I came here early for you” I told her, and without missing a beat she replied “That won’t be the only time you cum early for me” while reaching down to my hardening cock and giving it a squeeze.

I told her to prove it, and she lead me into the family room and pushed me back onto the couch, quickly getting on her knees and undoing my pants. She took one look at my free cock and went to town like her life depended on it. She was using her hands, her tongue, every trick she could think of to try and get me off as soon as possible for some reason, and it was working. I tried to last as long as I could, but I could only withstand a few minutes of her unbridled enthusiasm before I felt that familiar feeling starting to take over. I told Cynthia I was going to cum and she paused for a second to look up at me and wink before resuming what she was doing. When i started to cum I don’t think she realized it at first because she kept going, but once she noticed she stopped and kept just the tip in her mouth, letting the cum collect so that once I was done she could show me what she had managed to suck out before she swallowed her snack with pride.

Once her mouth wasn’t full she asked me “Well, did Ally ever get you to cum so quickly?”

Shocked at not only her getting me off in record time, but the question that followed, it took awhile for me to form an actual response other than just grunts.

“No, I don’t think Ally is part hoover” I blurted out after catching my breath, which was apparently the type of response she was looking for.

“So, should we move this upstairs, or do you need a minute?” she said, seemingly goading me on.

I didn’t respond, but just bent down and picked her up, putting her on my shoulders with her shaved cunt right in my face, and started warming her up on the way to her bedroom. When we got there she had a good grip on my hair, so throwing her down was out of the question, so I just managed to kneel down and place her on the edge of bed, and that’s when I noticed that the naughty girl had a butt-plug in (I should have probably noticed this earlier, but I was more concentrated on not running into the walls). I asked her what this was doing, and she said that she had bought that the day after I left before, and was using it to warm herself up every day, keeping it in longer and longer each day. I started to play with it before she stopped me and said to leave it in, for now. Not wasting another minute left it alone and dove back in and continued eating her out. She initially lasted about as long as I did on the couch, the only difference being that when she came, I didn’t let up, I just continued lapping away, even adding a finger or two. After she was well beyond warmed up, I got up and lined my now recovered cock at her and it went right in, all the way to the hilt, and held it there to let her adjust. Apparently I held it in all the way for too long, because she stopped squirming and looked up, asking “Well, you just gonna stand there, or are you going to fuck me like you do Ally?” If not for the spectacular blowjob on the couch earlier, just her saying that would have probably been enough to get me to cum, but all it did was make me harder than chinese algebra and give me a burst of energy.

It was off to the races at that point, the room filling with the sounds of us slamming together followed by her crying out in joy, and repeated until she reached down and started playing with her clit. Not long after that she arched her back, rubbing furiously and proceeded to cum all over me, covering me with her juices. Needless to say, it caught me off guard a bit, so I just stood there in amazement while she calmed down and caught her breath. Once she did she looked up at me with amazement, saying she hadn’t done that for a long time, and was apologetic at not warning me about what was coming. I told her not to worry, as I had a funny feeling it wouldn’t be the last time it happened that day, and turned her over and pulled her up on her knees, that beautiful ass up in the air, and that butt plug still securely in place, looking up at me. I gave her ass a sharp smack, grabbing her hips and plunged my cock back in her, resuming the same insane pace as before. This time though, when I felt a pressure starting to build in her, I pulled out and let her cum all over her sheets, then went right back at it, not giving her a second to rest. After a while of this I again noticed her plug, and started to play with it, trying to pull it out and twisting it around inside her. Each time I touched it it caused her to lean forward and squirt again, and again, and again. After thoroughly soaking her sheets, I noticed that familiar feeling and told her I was about to cum again. I asked her where she wanted this load, and she just told me to keep fucking her, so I did. It didn’t take long for me to cum, each burst accompanied by me bottoming out in her, which was enough to send her over the edge again. After what felt like forever I pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to her, taking a moment to just stop and this beautiful woman next to me, hoping that this moment would last…but it didn’t. Instead, she rolled over, looking right at me, and asked if I was ready for the final act.

It took me a moment or two to snap out of my trance to realize just what she was asking, but I eventually caught on when she rolled onto me and turned around, putting her plugged butt in my face. Once my brain fully realized what happening (to be fair, blood was needed elsewhere at the moment), I reached up and slowly pulled the plug from her ass and proceeded to warm up this hole like I had the other, this time she was focused on getting me ready for round 3 with her lips. Not long after though she moved around and grabbed some lube from the dresser, and said that “While I enjoy your effort down there, you’re hard enough now, so just use this”, so I did. After applying more than enough to her ass and using a finger to get enough in so it wouldn’t hurt, she grabbed the bottle from me and proceeded to apply some to my cock. She didn’t get far doing that though, since I told her “Hey, if you didn’t get it wet enough before, nothing will work”, which was all she needed to climb forward and line my cock up. She lowered herself slowly at first, taking her time, and pausing for a bit with my cock applying a bit of pressure to her anus before she finally pushed herself down enough to get the tip in, leading to both of us groaning in pleasure before she continued down. She descended slowly until I was about half way in and paused for a bit, grinding back and forth while asking me “So, did Ally ever let you do this to her?”. Still not sure how exactly to tell her how her sweet little daughter is the definition of an Anal Whore, I lied and told her “We tried once, after Prom, but she said it hurt too much” (which was technically true, but after we had been going at it for an hour we tried again and she loved it so much the people in the hotel room next to us complained to management). This excited Cynthia more than anything, and she proceeded to start going up and down slowly, each time getting a bit lower on the down stroke. Before long she picked up the pace and was starting to scream again, and then loudly came and collapsed backwards onto my chest, which caused me to start chuckling at her, and she joined in once she caught her breath.

I asked her if she had had enough, or if she wanted to continue. “You tell me” was all she said as she climbed on top of me, smothering me with her breasts while one hand reached back and guided me back into her ass. She leaned up and let it sink in practically all the way before she paused and started to get to work fucking me for once. I just layed there watching her bounce up and down on my cock, her breasts bouncing with her, and reached up to play with them, alternating between squeezing them hard and just squeezing her nipples. After a few minutes of playing with her breasts she sped up and leaned up, moaning that she was gonna cum again. She stopped bouncing and sat all the way down on my cock, grinding back and forth, trying to see how deep she could get it in her ass. When she came this time she just sat there spasming, my cock deeply buried in her ass, and when she stopped she fell forward collapsing on me again. At this point I could tell she was getting a bit tired, and so was I, so I asked her if she had enough in her for one more. She let out a quiet yes under her breath, which was more than enough for me to roll her over and pull her to the side of the bed. I placed her legs over my shoulders and pulled her back onto my cock, seeing how far I could get it up her ass this time. I wasn’t playing around this time, wasn’t holding anything back, I got a good grip on her hips and started roughly fucking her tight ass. She loved the roughness of this and looked up at me, holding my gaze as long as she could before cumming again. I refused to let up, not giving her a second to relax. It wasn’t long before she was going to cum again and this time so was I. I told her I was getting close again and she looked up at me and told me to cum in her again. I kept going until I started cuming for the last time that night, filling her ass up with whatever was left of my cum. Each time I pumped more cum in her ass I couldn’t help but watch her face, and I was a bit shocked to see that she was making the same blissful face Ally would make when I came in her, which if I wasn’t already cuming that would have pushed me over the edge again. I stopped thrusting just looked down at her, making that face, and then she looked up at me and pulled me down for a passionate kiss. This was, well, a bit more romantic than I had anticipated, but very much welcome given what we had just done.

We curled up together in the bed, trying to fall asleep before we remembered that we had soaked the sheets, so we managed to get in the guest room before collapsing on the bed and falling asleep in each other’s arms. When I woke up the following morning I realized I had slept in and gently nudged Cynthia awake. We realized that we didn’t have long before I was supposed to “officially” arrive and meet with Ally, so I jumped in the shower while she tidied up (We had wanted to shower together, but both agreed that it was probably a bad idea since we both knew what would happen if we did…). When I got out I was pleasantly surprised to see she had whipped up some eggs and toast. We ate up, devouring the food since we had apparently forgotten dinner last night (worth it), and she helped me find my clothes. After I found everything and got dressed, she walked me to the door, but before she opened it she stopped me said

“Look, last night was, well, one for the record books, for me atleast”

“Believe me, me too” I replied and placed a hand on her cheek. She looked up at me and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. I pushed her back into the door, and honestly thought we might try and get a quickie in before I left, but then my phone went off. It was Ally, apparently her flight was early, and she was just waiting for her bag at luggage and would be on her way to the hotel. I was originally going to pick her up, but I told her that I was running a few last minute errands, last minute gifts, and that she should take a cab. Cynthia heard this and when I hung up she kissed me one more time before rushing me out the door. I walked back to my rental trying to hide a semi in my pants, thankfully it went away by the time I got to the car. I managed to make it back to my room and change into some clean clothes before I collapsed on the bed, taking some time to think back on the past 24 hours, and how what was supposed to be a fun, no strings attached romp with the milf of my dreams had turned into something more…

And that’s it for now. Sorry this took a bit longer to get out, I haven’t had as much time as I thought I would, some shit came up at work that’s quickly eaten away at my leisure time. I’ll try and get the second part of this out ASAP, but it could be a week or two, sorry…

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Castrate me

Give me implants if my breasts don’t grow big enough from the hormones

Take my penis & give me a vagina that he can fuck

Let me suck your cock to get you hard

Bend me over to watch my breasts dangle as you fuck me swapping back and forth from my pussy to my ass

Me wishing I had full female reproductive equipment so you could knock me up if you chose to cum in my pussy

I’d great you at the door every night to suck your cock

Going on a atv or snowmobile trip with you & you using me in a hot tub with other people around or slipping into the woods do I could give you a blow job

These are the things I dream of every night

When I look at a girl/woman I can’t help but fantasize about being able to swap bodies with her and actually experience everything from a biological woman’s point of view

My breasts growing, my first period, giving my first hand job, giving my first blow job, having a man eat me out, having a man penatrate me bare the first time risking pregnancy, getting fucked in the ass the first time, feeling my mans seed leaking out of my pussy & running down my leg for the first time

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