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It’s not really about what you do to become trans.

It's about that quiet moment—somewhere between the silence and the sigh—when you stop fighting yourself. When you stop holding your breath and finally let her in. That girl who’s always been there, under the weight of pretending, performing, surviving. You don’t become her, not exactly.

You remember her.

She’s not new. She’s the echo in your laughter, the rhythm in the way you move when no one’s watching. She’s the softness in your voice before you ever dared to make it real. And when you finally look in the mirror and whisper, “I see you,” she smiles back like she’s been waiting your whole life to hear it.

It’s not about the clothes. Or the name. Or even the hormones.

It’s about permission.

It’s about finally saying, “I want to be me,” and not backing down from what that means. Even if your voice trembles. Even if the world doesn’t get it. Even if some days you’re just so damn tired.

And gods, when that moment comes—when you let her out and she stretches into the light—it’s everything.

You walk different. You laugh different. And suddenly the world feels possible.

And maybe, just maybe, there’s someone out there—some sweet girl with paint on her jeans and mischief in her smile—who’ll take your hand and say, “Hey. You’re kinda cute like this.” And your heart will stutter in your chest, and you’ll realize that being seen like this, loved like this… it’s not a fantasy. It’s your truth.

You were never becoming a different person.

You were just learning how to stop hiding the one you’ve always been.

carpenter's delight

Loading Screen Tip: You can hold the princess to make her feel better.

Just a reminder:

You are allowed to take space with your mobility aids

Your mobility aid is not ruining a nice outing

Your mobility aid is not ruining your outfit

You look amazing with your cane or your walker or whatever you're using

You look cute, and you are not less than for needing a mobility aid

You are not faking needing one and you are not being dramatic

It's okay that you need the mobility aid, and its no one's business, and they are not entilted to give their unwanted medical advice

You are strong, and I see you🩷

I want to try so many little hobbies. Candle making, soap making, basket weaving, wood carving, book binding, baking, weaving, I want to try them all.

HOES MAD.

Feel free to use whenever you see a chud seething about Bridget being trans.

Trying realllllly hard to focus at work but I’m really just thinking about having my head shoved down into pillows and my back forced into an arched position as I’m railed into next week <3

I just wanna be a dumb dog whose job is to be used for others pleasure, yk?

Fuck... Mmmmh puppy... Please, don't stop. You're riding me so fucking well little mutt, keep moving, just like thattt... Yyyesss!~

Uhhhnnn fuck good pet good pup... P-puppy I think I'm close... Keep riding, I'm gonna cum inside you. I'm gonna load you with litter after litter of pups... Such a good little mutt for me...

I'm cumming, pet!~ Stay! Stay right fucking there, mutt. You're getting filled whether you fucking like it or not.

*click click!*

Such a good puppy...

You deserve to be kissed until the world melts away—until nothing exists but the warmth of her lips against yours, the soft press of her body, the slow, intoxicating rhythm of hands tracing over curves that finally feel like they belong to you. You deserve the way she breathes your name like a prayer, like an answer to a question neither of you ever had to ask. The way her fingers skim over your skin, teasing, learning, cherishing, until you feel less like a person and more like something divine, something worthy of devotion.

You deserve the stolen glances that turn into lingering stares, the way she tugs you close by the collar of your shirt, her smirk daring, her voice teasing. The way she whispers, low and full of promise, how beautiful you are, how you drive her crazy, how she’s been waiting for this moment since the first time she saw you, shifting nervously in a dress that finally felt like home. You deserve the laughter between breathless kisses, the playful tug of her teeth against your lip, the way her hands settle on your hips with a possessiveness that makes your knees weak.

You deserve to be wanted like this, to be loved not just for who you are now, but for every part of you that led to this moment. Every choice, every struggle, every whispered wish to finally feel right in your own skin—it all led here, to her, to the way she looks at you like you’re the most breathtaking thing she’s ever seen. You deserve to be adored, to be touched with reverence and reckless abandon, to be known in every sense of the word. And gods, you deserve to be kissed like she’ll never get enough.

oh no! the estrogen has decreased my already pathetic amount of muscle, sure would be a shame if a strong woman came along and pinned me down or something

Look at me. Listen.

You need to take that adorable transfem in your life—yes, her—and you need to pull her close, press her against you like she’s something precious (because she is). You need to stroke her hair, slow and gentle, let her melt into you like she belongs there. Rub slow circles into her back, let her know she’s safe, that she’s wanted. Hold her like a beloved stuffed animal, like something soft and cherished, like she’s the most natural thing in your arms.

Do you understand me?

Trans girls don’t just need love—they deserve it. They deserve to be held, to be kissed on the forehead like it’s second nature, to be reminded they are not too much or too little or wrong in any way. So take the girls in your life, the ones who make your heart race, the ones who make the world feel brighter just by being in it, and show them. Show them with warmth, with touch, with whispered affection. Let them feel seen.

Because they are your world. And you? You are theirs.

Now go out there and love them properly.

Puppy has a crush, and it worsens every time I see her. She cooked me lamb roast and drank wine with me. I've literally been wined and dined. She said that kissing is weirdly intimate to her as well as holding hands, and she held my hand and kissed my cheeks and neck. We talked for hours, and she even paused one of her favorite movies to talk and tease me. My brain is fried. This girl is way too pretty for me. She likes holding me, and her lips are soft. I want her to hurt me, I want her to crush my windpipe. I want to feel that softness melt away into base desire, but I also long for that softness. I want to take it slow and steady and go at a more relaxed pace than I'm used to. Idk what I want, except her tbh.

Trans girls will do anything except go to bed at a reasonable hour.

We’ll lie in bed staring at the ceiling, scrolling through old messages, overanalyzing every compliment we’ve ever received like they’re sacred texts. We’ll sit in front of the mirror at 2 AM, whispering sweet affirmations to our reflection, testing out new names under our breath just to see how they feel.

We’ll get lost in the glow of our screens, reading sapphic love stories, fantasizing about a world where we don’t have to explain ourselves—where a girl calls us hers without hesitation, without doubt. We’ll try on that one perfect outfit in the dead of night, twirling in the dim light of our room, feeling beautiful in a way we never let ourselves during the day.

We’ll stay up because sleep means letting go, and we’re not ready for that. Not when there’s still so much of ourselves to discover, to claim. Not when the night feels like the only time we can be unapologetically us.

Or maybe, just maybe, we’re staying up because we know she’s awake too. Somewhere out there, another restless trans girl is doing the same thing—scrolling, dreaming, waiting. And if we reach out, if we’re bold enough to send that late-night message, maybe we’ll both have a reason to sleep a little easier.

But not yet. Not tonight. There’s still too much to want, too much to feel.

And besides, who needs sleep when we could be whispering our deepest desires into the quiet of the night, where no one but the stars can hear?

sure, i'll drink the pink swirly potion that released a little heart shaped cloud when you uncorked it. what's the worst that could happen

(x)

you know that trans girl who you think is really cool? the one you think is cute and funny and insightful? ask her out. you have to ask her out. please. she needs this.

I hope Nael knows their poem made me cry

any trans girl born after 1993 can’t think… all they know is good puppy, charge her vibrator, bark, kiss her owner, eat kibble & whine

Quite proud of my handiwork

the 6th love language is actually cumming inside and fucking it deeper

I need to be passed around a house party full of horny trans women like a toy more than I need air in my lungs I think

you mean you’d really do all that gross shit to me? *heart eyes*

tgirls were literally MADE to be overstimmed. why else do so many girls only start leaking AFTER the first orgasm. you're supposed to hold her down and milk two or three or four orgasms out of her in the most humiliating ways imaginable. if she's not writhing under your touch, crying from the sensitivity, and mildly injured, you're doing it wrong

Oh no my camera fell!! Ahhhh 🤭😘

Oh no my camera fell!! Ahhhh 🤭😘