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The fact they need to make sure to inform the reader "they still got off" despite the fact they ripped the skin tells you more than you'd think.
Megathread Trannies posting their L's Online - Heckin valid people posting their funny misfortunes on the internet
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This muppet thought his stubby fingers would become more feminine with HRT. How is he allowed out in public without a carer?
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This guy is really something. 53 years old, has kids, and is/was some kind of priest:
I am also a conservative Christian. I have been since I was 13 (now 53). Two things happened when I turned 13, the first I gave my life to Jesus, the second, i realised I wanted to be a woman. Over the last 40 years I have known that I was meant to be a woman, but I suppressed her, I hid her, I kept her beaten down so that I could fit into a gender norm. I married, fathered children and have been in ministry. But throughout it all i have not been truly happy. There has been something missing. We say that our egg cracked. Well mine shattered last year when I realised that I don’t want to keep living as a man. That I want to be the woman I should have been all along.
He ramped up his troonery when his wife was prescribed estrogen pessaries (a pessary is a vaginal suppository) for menopause symptoms. Our gal stole them, cut them up, and shoved them in his asshole.
The problem for me is that I have already taken it in secret. My wife was started on vaginal pessary of oestrogen last year to try to help with lubrication post menopause. She didn’t like taking them and stopped after her 6th dose. One night in a fit of depression, rejection, desire for change, I don’t fully know what, I took one of the pessaries and inserted it rectally.
I could tell you that I regretted it pretty much straight away and that I never did it again. But that would be a lie. In fact the next day I did it again. In,point of fact I kept taking them daily for 12 days straight. Then the box was empty. So I stopped right? Wrong, I refilled the script, reduced the frequency that I was taking them to once a week and kept going for the next 2 months (it would have been 3, but I liked the oestrogen so much that some weeks I took more than one.
So I have already gotten the taste for oestrogen and I want more. I loved how i felt emotionally. I loved the effect it had on my body (my skin felt softer, my body hair seemed thinner and my body odour seemed sweeter. Plus I seemed mellower. It was probably my imagination but it seemed that my breasts were more pronounced (and my wife mentioned that I was getting man boobs).
I could tell you that I regretted it pretty much straight away and that I never did it again. But that would be a lie. In fact the next day I did it again. In,point of fact I kept taking them daily for 12 days straight. Then the box was empty. So I stopped right? Wrong, I refilled the script, reduced the frequency that I was taking them to once a week and kept going for the next 2 months (it would have been 3, but I liked the oestrogen so much that some weeks I took more than one.
So I have already gotten the taste for oestrogen and I want more. I loved how i felt emotionally. I loved the effect it had on my body (my skin felt softer, my body hair seemed thinner and my body odour seemed sweeter. Plus I seemed mellower. It was probably my imagination but it seemed that my breasts were more pronounced (and my wife mentioned that I was getting man boobs).
According to him, he "knew he was trans since he was 13 years old" (lol whatever), but the precipitating event for trooning out was his daughter using a gender filter on a photo of him and showing him. I don't buy this, it sounds like an OCD obsession that has spiraled out of control.
I am 53. My egg started to crack a couple of years ago, but it has only been in the last 5 months 5hat it has truly shattered. Since than I feel like it is an obsession with me. I can’t think of anything else. I go to sleep thinking about it and wake up thinking about it. I am not out to my wife yet (I am kind of afraid to come out) but am out to my daughters and a work colleague (that wasn’t intentional, she saw my bra strap). I think that until I get started down the path, ie therapy and HRT the urgency will remain. I hope that once I am out to the people I care about (and hopefully accepted) things will improve somewhat.
In the post above, he claims that he was forced to come out as trans to a coworker after the coworker "saw [his] bra strap". Below, he claims that he was "outed" after a collague noticed his nail polish. Ten bucks says the actual truth is that he jerks off to the fantasy of this kind of stuff happening. FETISH.
So I am a 52 male suffering from gender dysphoria. I don’t consider myself to be trans. Very masculine man but I have an affinity for femininity.
I have been a closet cross dresser since I was 13 and since than have often wanted to be a woman and in my fantasy and mind I am. Having said that, I have never openly displayed feminine adornment. Often wearing feminine underwear and stockings under my work clothes.
I have very brittle nails and my daughter suggested a strengthening polish. Recently I began applying lightly coloured nail polish to my fingernails. I have a a favourite at the moment that I call a stealth pink (more pearlescent). It is only fully noticeable in the right light. But I know it is there all of the time.
I have been self conscious if the nails and often keep my hands either hidden or balled up so the nails aren’t as noticeable, however yesterday at work one of the women I work with saw them and commented, quite loudly, “nice nails”. I initially wanted to stick my hands in my pockets and leave, but it was the start of the shift and I was kid of stuck.
After she got handover, I went up and thanked her for her comment and then mentioned that I have been wearing nail polish for weeks and no one else has noticed. Her response was “well I’m a girl”. Most of the people I work with are women.
She seemed accepting, but I didn’t explain my motivations to her. But it was still nice someone noticing and not reacting poorly.
I have been a closet cross dresser since I was 13 and since than have often wanted to be a woman and in my fantasy and mind I am. Having said that, I have never openly displayed feminine adornment. Often wearing feminine underwear and stockings under my work clothes.
I have very brittle nails and my daughter suggested a strengthening polish. Recently I began applying lightly coloured nail polish to my fingernails. I have a a favourite at the moment that I call a stealth pink (more pearlescent). It is only fully noticeable in the right light. But I know it is there all of the time.
I have been self conscious if the nails and often keep my hands either hidden or balled up so the nails aren’t as noticeable, however yesterday at work one of the women I work with saw them and commented, quite loudly, “nice nails”. I initially wanted to stick my hands in my pockets and leave, but it was the start of the shift and I was kid of stuck.
After she got handover, I went up and thanked her for her comment and then mentioned that I have been wearing nail polish for weeks and no one else has noticed. Her response was “well I’m a girl”. Most of the people I work with are women.
She seemed accepting, but I didn’t explain my motivations to her. But it was still nice someone noticing and not reacting poorly.
EDIT: Autistic and Tourette Syndrome.
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You can tell which sex wrote it just from the title. Every time.
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Because people can get a bit down on the weekend and then overshare online, we have a fine trio of Ls to enjoy. First, mice and men and their plans:
You didn’t have to wait long. Not only did the intrepid @Potatis Salad go digging into his posts, but our boy could not contain himself any longer (snipped screenshot, full story in spoiler)
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I had made plans to come out my wife tonight. I had plans on top of plans. I knew that once I told her how I was feeling that any other plans were out the window and it would all be reactions, explosions, and likely recriminations. So I decided to cook up a nice meal, ensure any tasks that needed doing would be done so that we wouldn’t have to worry about them later and ensure that phones were off, devices down and total attentions could be given. And then I was going to talk to her after dinner, because I was sure that after the talk no one would feel like cooking.
Well as best laid plans are given to do, this one failed, miserably. First my wife was out all afternoon. So by the time she got home our bed was covered with laundry to be folded, clean sheets to put back on the bed, the tuna steaks were in an infusion waiting to go on the grill, salad in the fridge, table partially cleaned off. And that is as far as we got. My wife was folding clothes and could tell I had something on my mind. She asked me what I was thinking. I told her that I would talk about it later. She asked why not now? When I said it is because she might be upset later, she insisted on having the talk then.
I started talking about how my gender dysphoria has been steadily getting worse and worse for years now, and that i have been struggling to keep it in check. I talked about how I had used nail polish and hair removal to keep it under control, but that I had been resorting to dressing in feminine undergarments, including bras and undies. She asked what bras, to which I told her “mine”. I said, that I have an appointment with a gender therapist to help me come to terms with all of this and that I would like to explore my gender identity.
Her response was about what I expected it to be. Tears, questions, her fears (that I would choose to transition) - I told her that my desire was to live as a woman, more tears and questions about how I could one day stand before God and tell Him that I think He made a mistake when He made me. (We are evangelical Christians). She then told me that as much as she loves me, if I went down this road towards transitioning, that she could not support me or see herself staying with me.
As expected, the tuna is in the fridge, as is the salad. The bed is not made. And even though I am out, I know that any attempts by me to conform to my chosen gender identity will be met with disapproval. I had hoped that I could at least start dressing more feminine at home, perhaps even going so far as to get a nightie to wear to bed. But that is unlikely now. I doubt I will ever have her support and any hopes of her supporting me starting HRT are out the window as she would likely see that as transitioning.
I wish I had never opened my mouth. I wish I had never taken oestrogen last year. I wish I could put the rabbit back in the box.
Mmmm, tuna steaks.
Secondly, a ginger who has had a rough few months (including cancer - seriously, good luck with that) is considering a drastic step. Luckily hugboxers assemble:
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Our last is a lady who needs some lovin’. And who better to supply it than some true and honest women?
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You didn’t have to wait long. Not only did the intrepid @Potatis Salad go digging into his posts, but our boy could not contain himself any longer (snipped screenshot, full story in spoiler)
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So fail the best laid plans (also known as how I came out to my wife).
TRIGGER WARNINGI had made plans to come out my wife tonight. I had plans on top of plans. I knew that once I told her how I was feeling that any other plans were out the window and it would all be reactions, explosions, and likely recriminations. So I decided to cook up a nice meal, ensure any tasks that needed doing would be done so that we wouldn’t have to worry about them later and ensure that phones were off, devices down and total attentions could be given. And then I was going to talk to her after dinner, because I was sure that after the talk no one would feel like cooking.
Well as best laid plans are given to do, this one failed, miserably. First my wife was out all afternoon. So by the time she got home our bed was covered with laundry to be folded, clean sheets to put back on the bed, the tuna steaks were in an infusion waiting to go on the grill, salad in the fridge, table partially cleaned off. And that is as far as we got. My wife was folding clothes and could tell I had something on my mind. She asked me what I was thinking. I told her that I would talk about it later. She asked why not now? When I said it is because she might be upset later, she insisted on having the talk then.
I started talking about how my gender dysphoria has been steadily getting worse and worse for years now, and that i have been struggling to keep it in check. I talked about how I had used nail polish and hair removal to keep it under control, but that I had been resorting to dressing in feminine undergarments, including bras and undies. She asked what bras, to which I told her “mine”. I said, that I have an appointment with a gender therapist to help me come to terms with all of this and that I would like to explore my gender identity.
Her response was about what I expected it to be. Tears, questions, her fears (that I would choose to transition) - I told her that my desire was to live as a woman, more tears and questions about how I could one day stand before God and tell Him that I think He made a mistake when He made me. (We are evangelical Christians). She then told me that as much as she loves me, if I went down this road towards transitioning, that she could not support me or see herself staying with me.
As expected, the tuna is in the fridge, as is the salad. The bed is not made. And even though I am out, I know that any attempts by me to conform to my chosen gender identity will be met with disapproval. I had hoped that I could at least start dressing more feminine at home, perhaps even going so far as to get a nightie to wear to bed. But that is unlikely now. I doubt I will ever have her support and any hopes of her supporting me starting HRT are out the window as she would likely see that as transitioning.
I wish I had never opened my mouth. I wish I had never taken oestrogen last year. I wish I could put the rabbit back in the box.
Mmmm, tuna steaks.
Secondly, a ginger who has had a rough few months (including cancer - seriously, good luck with that) is considering a drastic step. Luckily hugboxers assemble:
link | archive
Our last is a lady who needs some lovin’. And who better to supply it than some true and honest women?
link | archive
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I love that this deranged parasite’s idea of getting all the housework sorted so his poor wife could concentrate on what he was saying was just to wait for her to do it all beforehand. Something tells me his wife is gonna find her life a whole lot better once she gets rid of him.
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Winning move if I were the boss: real lady get real roses; fake lady get paper rose.
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This BASED 14 year old teen absolutely destroys his pooner “father”; his lesbian mother gets pissed!
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Is this subject worth a separate thread? Children and teenagers who tell troons off?
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Uh ohhhh another teen learning that they're being raised by freaks of nature and rebelling! Classic
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I like the bit where she tells her dad that it’s creepy that he was looking there. “It’s really important that I have a visible penis, but how DARE anyone notice it!”
“People fall in love with the person.” Yes, but that person has to read as the sex they claim to be. This is another of those rules-lawyering arguments that troons love.
- I am trans
- Therefore I have a woman’s personality
- People fall in love with the person
- Therefore people who are attracted to women must fall in love with my personality.
They just learn that they have to work a bit harder. If you can’t rely on looks, you have to be charming.
“Alex isn’t biologically my husband’s.” NO, REALLY?
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Even if this were true, they’re forgetting an important data point: their personalities suck.
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Based kid gives me hope for the future. I hope the theory about Gen Z being more conservative than the previous generation is true, because God knows I can't stand this gay and gender shit anymore. It's sad that this kid's only life was brought upon by mentally ill freaks, but I pray he leaves these cultish and perverted women when he grows older and grows an ideal family of his own.
Hopefully he isn't brainwashed by them again. 14 yr old me had drastically different opinions compared to nowadays me, but this is the only case where I hope his convictions stays strong into adulthood.
Hopefully he isn't brainwashed by them again. 14 yr old me had drastically different opinions compared to nowadays me, but this is the only case where I hope his convictions stays strong into adulthood.
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Just argue back saying you want children who not only know who their parents are but also how they came to life. That will shut them down real quick and their meltdowns will be glorious.
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Yeah I had hope and optimism for a better world, this poor guy didn’t even get the chance to go through that phase because of his groomer parents.
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" you can come on back sir"
Gotta be one of my favorite experiences when I'm getting lab work done by someone to check my estrogen levels ordered by my endo. Surely the manliest of men get estrogen levels checked in blood work right?
Gotta be one of my favorite experiences when I'm getting lab work done by someone to check my estrogen levels ordered by my endo. Surely the manliest of men get estrogen levels checked in blood work right?
Yet another failed social attempt
today my gf invited a bunch of her work friends to come over to my house. she wants me to be friends with them, so i was like okay. she said they talk about me a lot and want to meet me. no idea why but ok. i did my hair and makeup and got myself presentable.
they arrived, and i tried to interact with them but they just sat on my couch talking to each other. they’re all work friends, so they’re obviously very comfortable with each other and are laughing amongst themselves. we have seemingly nothing in common. they’re mostly like 20 and im 27 so that was weird. 2 of them are beautiful cis women and i just have to sit there trying to talk to them in my man voice while looking like a cheap aging pathetic imitation of them. humiliating.
so i just quietly left to my office to finish up work and play some valorant. then i went to bed alone. i didn’t see them again. there is quite literally no saving me, people can come into my own house and i have no way of interacting with them
i think i’ve finally made peace that i’m not going to die naturally and that i’m going out on my own terms at some point. there’s something really comforting about that thought
today my gf invited a bunch of her work friends to come over to my house. she wants me to be friends with them, so i was like okay. she said they talk about me a lot and want to meet me. no idea why but ok. i did my hair and makeup and got myself presentable.
they arrived, and i tried to interact with them but they just sat on my couch talking to each other. they’re all work friends, so they’re obviously very comfortable with each other and are laughing amongst themselves. we have seemingly nothing in common. they’re mostly like 20 and im 27 so that was weird. 2 of them are beautiful cis women and i just have to sit there trying to talk to them in my man voice while looking like a cheap aging pathetic imitation of them. humiliating.
so i just quietly left to my office to finish up work and play some valorant. then i went to bed alone. i didn’t see them again. there is quite literally no saving me, people can come into my own house and i have no way of interacting with them
i think i’ve finally made peace that i’m not going to die naturally and that i’m going out on my own terms at some point. there’s something really comforting about that thought
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He also owes 18,000 to the hospital. Maybe he’s worried they’ll repossess the ‘clit.’
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"Tired of being a trans woman no one wants, that's all. Lonely"
Get used to it retard, this is what you signed up for. When men start pretending to be women their market value immediately drops to zero, regardless of what your Reddit friends may have told you throughout the grooming process. Enjoy the totally predictable consequences of your actions and decisions- your options now are suck it up or 41%. No refunds.
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I wonder if there is unexplored
As women, pooners had to get used to the idea that they have secondary sex characteristics (tits) and that people will notice them (or maybe they didnt considering how many cut them off). Big ones or small, they're there. Pretty much anything that fits is going to make their existence obvious. Now, most women make peace with this one way or thr other and see them as just another part of their body.
But because nearly all trannies are autists who think passing is about checking boxes off a list (moobs+skirt=true and honest woman) this creates a problem for lil pooner. See, how can everyone know that she's a real dood if she dosent always have some noticeable bulge at all times? That's how people identified her as a girl before she had her tits chopped off, right? It wasn't any of the other things about her that gave her away, all she needs to pass is a packer. Obviously shes a real man, shes got a stiffie at a 10 year olds party.
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This is what happens when surrounding themselves online with fellow fetishists who embellish and blatantly lie about what HRT/surgeries/reality can achieve. They are all snake oil salesmen that turn into more snake oil salesmen to cope. I have no sympathy for any of them and find it hilarious.
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