Reading Guide:
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[Tone or instruction]
... = pause for listener
<Apartment door is unlocked, opened quickly>
I’m home earl— What are you wearing?
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Clothes? [Laughs] Look, I wasn’t going to say anything until you did but it’s impossible to pretend like you’re a boy in that outfit.
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What? Look, you don’t have to keep pretending around me. You’re the most obvious girl I’ve ever seen, that’s why I offered you the room in the first place! Those hoodies aren’t as good at hiding your tits as you think they are.
I figured that your parents were transphobic or something, and you’d tell me once they were done helping you move in.
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[Confused laughter] Wait; they’d be supportive ‘if’ you were trans!?
I’m sorry, what do you mean if? You’re clearly on hormones. You’ve gone up like, a whole cup size since you moved in.
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Seriously girl, you can drop the boy act. We’re both trans girls here.
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[Laughing] You’re not trans? Okay, okay, I’ll play along. Tell me, why the hell would a cis boy get on feminizing hormones?
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Stop! Stop. What you’re saying right now is ridiculous. “Breast growth competition?” You’re going to have to come up with a better story than that.
[Reassuring] And again, we’re both trans girls here, there’s nothing you can tell me that I haven’t either heard about or been through myself.
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[Laughs] You’re serious? Okay, fine, I’ll play along. What’s the end goal, biggest cup size?
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So, there’s some complicated formula that none of you have access to? I get that cup size isn’t exactly the best metric here, but that sounds kind of sketchy.
How’d you even get the hormones anyway? “Pretend” to be a trans girl?
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They sent you hormones!? You seriously want me to believe that there’s more money and resources going into growing tits on cis men than trans healthcare worldwide?
Wait, do you even know where their supply comes from?
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That’s what I thought. Look, even if I wanted to believe that you were just a “normal cis boy” growing tits to win a competition, everything about this seems sketchy as hell. Do you really think a normal cis boy would go on hormones for... how long is this competition?
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3 years. Do you know how much estrogen can do to you in three years?
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And progesterone!? Your body will be completely unrecognizable in three years. Do you really think you’ll be able to go around as a boy with that body?
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[Laugh] Nobody sees you as a boy already, I promise. They just don’t want to make things awkward by asking.
I see you basically every day, you know. That cute face of yours has gotten so soft, and you’ve been growing out your hair—you really need to get it cut though, some layers would do wonders—and absolutely nothing about the way you style it could be considered masculine at all.
Where’s the boy then, is he stored in your hoodies? Because whatever you think they’re doing to mask your shape, they aren’t.
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Hm? ‘It’s all in the voice?’ I hate to break it to you, but there’s nothing masculine about your voice either. It’s deep, maybe, but that’s about it!
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[Sigh] I’ve known a lot of brainwormed trans girls, but you’re really on a whole other level.
There’s no way you’re passing as a boy now, and based on your appearance you’ve got... two more years to go? You already look like a butch lesbian at minimum, and you’re getting more feminine by the day.
Your family won’t pretend not to notice something forever, you know. What are you going to tell them?
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WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY KNOW YOU’RE ON HORMONES???
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YOU INJECTED ESTROGEN IN FRONT OF YOUR MOM???
Is this some kind of joke or something? Because nothing about this makes sense.
Let me get this straight. You’re a boy. Taking feminizing hormones in order to grow boobs. But you’re not trans. How are you even dealing with dysphoria?
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“It’s not a big deal!?” Babe, I know what it’s like to be on the wrong hormones. Even when you aren’t sure why, you’re aware that something is wrong. I just—I can’t believe that someone who knowingly takes hormones would feel absolutely nothing on them. Especially with how well they’ve clearly worked on you!
Look, let’s not worry about whether or not you’re a girl for now. When the competition is over, what are you going to do? Detransition? Or are you going to keep taking hormones?
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YOU WISH YOU COULD??? Girl, you can!
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YOU DON’T DESERVE TO? Ignoring the fact that the “competition” you signed up for needs an obscene hormone supply, the only cause of estrogen shortages is medical gatekeeping. You could order a lifetime’s supply of estrogen tomorrow and nobody would notice.
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You might just be the dumbest girl I kno—Don’t interrupt me! Just be a good girl and listen to me. You’re clearly dealing with a ton of internalized transphobia fueled self-esteem issues, to the point that you’re willing to suffer three years in a brainworm pressure cooker to feel like you’re allowed to have the body you want. I don’t even want to know what excuses the other girls—and I do mean girls, because there’s no way any real cis boy lasts more than a few months in there—tell each other; you’ve already broken me!
I’m not saying I don’t get it. Because I do! Choosing to transition is scary. It’s easy to hide behind someone or something else, to avoid responsibility for your transition.
But I can promise you that this competition—despite the free hormones—isn’t going to help you! Deluding yourself and everyone around you for years is only going to make it harder to transition when you wake up and realize you’ve been wrong about everything.
And what does the winner get anyway? Besides a nice rack, crippling brainworms, and three years’ worth of hormones.
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A million dollars!? Okay, look, I was ready to pull you out of this embarrassment of a competition. But there’s no reason for you to throw a million dollars away when I can make you win.
A perfect hormone regimen won’t be enough. You’re going to need a new diet, exercise, a proper sleep schedule. If you want to win, I’m not—I can’t—go easy on you. I’m going to have to manage every single part of your life.
It’s—it’s too much. I should just pull you out of this ridiculous competition. But still, a million dollars...
Listen, I’ve got four years of transition experience under my belt, and I definitely know more than any of the other girls you’re competing against. I can win us this competition. But you’re going to have to do everything I say, exactly how I tell you to.
So, tell me. Am I going to pull you out of this competition, or are you going to be mine?
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I always knew you’d be such an obedient girl for me. There’s nothing I couldn’t tell you to do, is there?
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‘Be a girl?’ You won’t have much of a choice in that. If you’re not ready to be my girl, then how about my doll? A pretty plaything for me to dress up and play with however I want, until you win me a million dollars?
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[Laughs] Don’t worry, I’m just kidding! We’ll split the prize, and I’ll even use my share to pay for any surgeries you want.
So how does this work anyway? Is there some kind of leaderboard or something?
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Show me.
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Third place. Could be worse, I can work with this. Wow, you really send a lot of messages in here. Is that required or something?
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No? Why the hell would anyone waste their time talking in this brainworm magnifier?
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[Exasperated] So you don’t get accused of being trans? Are you stupid? The more you talk to them, the more ammo you give them to expose your identity. Is someone ranking so high without talking suspicious? Sure, maybe.
You might want to make a cursory appearance every few weeks, just in case. But anything more than that isn’t just self-harm, it’s bad strategy!
Honestly, it’s a wonder you got this far without my help.
What’s your dose, anyway?
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And how often are you injecting?
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Weekly? Okay, what ester is that?
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Valerate? I can’t believe you got this far without my help. Valerate’s half-life is way too short for weekly injections.
Please tell me you’ve at least gotten your levels tested.
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Okay, you’re not completely hopeless.
Here.
Pull your levels up for me.
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Got it?
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[Laughing] Holy shit, the fact that you have those tits on these levels is a miracle. There’s no way you’d win without my help. Please tell me you took these on your trough day.
[Thinking] There’s no rule against using hormones other than the ones they give you, is there?
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Good. Today’s your new injection day. Now come on! We’ve got tits to grow.
Give me a sec to grab all the supplies. Actually, while I’m doing that, pants off.
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You heard me, take your pants off and sit down on the bed. Don’t worry, you don’t have anything I didn’t used to have.
<Speaker moves around the room, pulling out supplies>
Alright, I’ve got—Oh! You’re tucked already. Tell me, what’s tucking supposed to do for a “boy” like you?
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You can’t be serious. Hiding your dick helps you pass as a boy? [Laughs] How the hell is it supposed to do that?
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[Disbelief] You tuck your dick away to avoid drawing attention to the fact that the women’s pants you’re wearing accentuate your curves? I hate to break it to you babe, but outside of being the dumbest thing I’ve heard from you all night I really don’t think it’s working.
Why are you wearing women’s pants anyway? Is that supposed to help with breast growth?
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Men’s pants felt weird on you? [Laughs] Your curves aren’t helping there, but that’s just dysphoria. Other women wear men’s clothes that fit us all the time without any problems, you know that right?
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Every time I think this can’t get any worse you hit me with another layer of delusion. I just—I’m waiting for the moment where you reveal that this is all just one big, elaborate joke on me. And I know it’s not, because no other explanation makes sense, but you’re just too dumb to believe.
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Okay, okay <speaker pats her hand on the bed> sit down.
To hit our initial target, you’ll want to draw 0.2 milliliters. Ready?
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[Frustrated] What are you doing!? You have to disinfect the vial first. Do you want an infection?
Give me that.
From now on, unless I’m unavailable, I do your injections. You clearly can’t be trusted with it.
[Concentrating] Just watch how I’m doing it, this really isn’t that hard.
Your old dose was way too low, I’ll bet you were crashing out on the days before your next dose. Did you really not notice?
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You blamed yourself for it, and then kept the dose? I just—I don’t understand. Like I totally get how it’s hard to function on a low dose, but you seriously never thought about increasing your dose? You have access to an endless supply of estrogen!
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You really are the most brainwormed girl I’ve ever met, you know that? You’re lucky I’m here to think for you.
<Grabbing onto thigh>
[Softly] You know, you have really soft thighs. Was shaving them supposed to help with breast growth too?
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You just like how they feel?
<Running hand across thigh> I do too. In fact, I like it so much that you’re going to make sure you’re this smooth all the time. Do you understand?
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Good girl. Now don’t move, it’s time for your injection.
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Don’t flinch! You’ve been doing this for a year, haven’t you? It’s kind of embarrassing that you aren’t better with this by now.
[speaker leans in towards the listener’s face] It’s okay, look at me. It’s not the needle you should be scared of anyway, but the girl holding it.
<Tentative kiss>
[Softly] All done...I knew you’d kiss like a girl. It’s so easy, isn’t it? To be the girl I want you to be. Just let go.
<A second kiss, hungrier than the first>
It’s so much easier to be a girl, isn’t it? To stop with all the pathetic excuses and be the girl you’ve always wanted to be.
You’ve been obvious from the start, and now you’re mine. Look at me. Is this what you want?
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“You can’t?” Can’t be a girl, or can’t be mine? Because you can have both, and all you have to do is ask.
How about this? Try being my good girl, just for tonight. Let me show you just how good it feels to let go of your insecurities and be yourself. Would you like that?
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Good girl. <quick kiss> If I’m going to ask you to take your pants off, it’s only fair that I take mine off too.
<speaker takes her pants off>
It’s okay to look, you know. I want you to look at me.
Because you looking at me gives me permission to look right back at you, and I love what I see.
You’re already so cute, and with my help you’re going to be absolutely beautiful.
If you want to see more of me, all you have to do is show me more of you.
<taking top off>
Your boobs look even better than I imagined. I know I promised to match you, but it’s impossible for me not to give them some attention first.
<speaker begins sucking on listener’s boobs>
[Laughs] You even moan like a girl, you know that? And to think you thought your voice sounds masculine. Just keep your voice right there all the time, and your voice will be perfect.
<speaker continues sucking on listener’s boobs>
You’re doing such a good job for me, letting all those thoughts melt away. You’re just my girl now, aren’t you?
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That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Are you ready for more?
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Don’t worry, I won’t use any part of you that you aren’t comfortable with. You’re mine now, and I take good care of my things.
<speaker takes her top off>
And what a beautiful thing you are. Those cute hips of yours are really starting to fill in, and I have so many plans for that ass of yours.
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“What are they?” I’m glad you asked. I’m going to fuck the brainworms out of you. Would you like that?
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Exactly what I wanted to hear. Take your underwear off and get comfortable while I get ready.
<speaker puts strap on>
Why’s your underwear still on? There’s no need to be embarrassed, you’ve got nothing I haven’t had before.
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You’re not embarrassed? Of course not. Babe, you’re dysphoric. I promise to pay for your bottom surgery with the tits I’m going to grow on you. But for now...
Be a good doll and take your underwear off so I can try my new hole out, won’t you?
<listener takes off her underwear>
You’re even more obedient for me than I thought! I didn’t even have to tell you to present your ass to me. Or are you just eager to show off?
<Speaker runs her hand across the listener’s ass>
The progesterone’s clearly been doing wonders. I knew you had some nice curves but <speaker squeezes listener’s ass> you’ve filled out so nicely. Maybe you should’ve entered an ass growth competition instead.
<Speaker lightly slaps listener’s ass> Be a good toy and get on the bed for me, won’t you? It’s time to make you mine.
Let me lube you up and warm you with my fingers, this is going to be a bit bigger than your progesterone pills.
<Speaker puts a lubed-up finger inside the listener’s ass>
[Speaker laughs] You’re already so sensitive for me, aren’t you? Your body was made to be mine.
<fingering wet noises start>
[Amused] You’re such a girl, you know that, right? The way you’re looking at me right now...
You’ve never done this before, have you?
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Don’t worry, I take good care of my toys. I’ll ease you in, one finger at a time. Let me add another one
<Speaker puts another finger inside the listener’s ass>
All these months of progesterone and you’ve never slipped a second finger in before?
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[Laughs] I’m going to absolutely ruin you tonight. Can you take one more for me?
<Speaker puts a third finger inside the listener’s ass>
That’s it, such a good girl for me.
Don’t think that I didn’t feel that twitch when I called you a good girl, you want this! You want to be a girl, want to be my girl.
<wet noises gradually slow down>
You’re nice and ready now, but while I have my fingers inside you I want to find your—[laughs]—there it is!
And there are more of those cute, feminine moans I love so much. You’re going to sound so adorable when I fuck you.
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[Softly] Good girl. <Speaker pulls her fingers out of the listener’s ass>
But first, I need your mouth for a second. <Listener shuffles on the bed> We wouldn’t want to neglect your other hole now, would we?
Be a good toy and clean those off for me, won’t you? <Speaker shoves her fingers in the listener’s mouth>
<Listener licks the speaker’s fingers> If you’re good, I’ll let you clean off the strap afterward.
<Speaker pulls her fingers out, and gives the listener a light kiss on her lips>
Your lips are so plump and feminine, and now they’re mine to kiss whenever I want.
<Speaker climbs up onto the bed>
I can see the excitement in your eyes. You love being mine. You need me to claim you with my strap.
Be a good girl and beg me for it.
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You can do better than that! [Threateningly] I said beg.
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Good girl! But while I have your mouth here...
Be a good doll and give the tip a nice kiss for me. Show me just how much you want my strap inside you.
<Listener kisses the tip>
[Laughs] Wow, you’re really getting into this.
<Speaker pushes the strap deeper into the listener’s mouth> I couldn’t resist going a little deeper. But a good toy like you can handle that, right?
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Good girl! It’s so easy to mold you into whatever I want. And you love it. Being my doll, my toy, my girl. You need me to take control.
Turn around so I can fuck you.
<Listener shuffles on the bed>
I’m just going to press in nice and slow, just breathe for me.
<Speaker begins gently thrusting> <slow wet noise session>
There we go! Feels good, doesn’t it? Oh, we’re just getting started.
[Predatory] I’m going to make you mine.
There’s nothing masculine about those whimpers you’re making. Learn to keep your voice right there and I promise it’ll pass all the time.
[Satisfied] I’m all the way in! It’s like your hole was made for me.
You really are the perfect fuckdoll.
<Speaker begins thrusting harder>
And when you moan like that, I can’t help but give you what you want.
To be used. To be fucked. To be mine.
You’re already so pretty, and once I’m done with you... You’re going to be unstoppable.
I’m going to turn you into the perfect girl. I’m going to fill your wardrobe with the cutest outfits to dress you up in. I’m going to teach you to style your hair and do your makeup. And I’m going to keep shaping your body until no one can keep your eyes off you.
[Possessive] But they won’t be able to have you, because you’re mine.
You’re taking my strap so well, it’s like you were made for this.
What’s this?
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You’re close? If I let you cum, will you promise to be a good girl for me?
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Say it. “I’ll be your good girl, Miss”
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<Slowing down> Good girl! That’s it, cum for me. <Speaker stops thrusting>
[Gently] There you go, such a good girl for me. Did you enjoy that?
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Good. You’re going to feel so good now that you’re mine. I’m going to take such good care of you.
Now that you’re a girl, you need a new name. I’m thinking—
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Oh, that’s cute! So much better than your old name.
[Laughing] No boy has a girl name for themselves ready to go, you know that right?
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Casually, maybe. But you’ve clearly put some thought into it. I can’t believe you ever thought you were a boy.
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You either? <Quick kiss> You’re such a quick learner.
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Can you sleep in here tonight? Of course you can, babe. In fact, I insist.
Be my good girl and get yourself nice and ready for bed. [Light threat] Starting tomorrow, we’ve got a lot of work to do.