Sometimes I think about what would happen if I got deliberately misgendered in real life, by a stranger on the train or at university. I like to think I’d be angry, that I’d flip him off or scream at him for being so ignorant. But I think it’s more likely that I’d just walk away and beat myself up over it for the whole day- and then masturbate to the memory later while at home.

I’d feel so ashamed afterwards- but only because I would know that I had a duty to fulfil. That it’s the purpose of all fakeboys with three warm holes and fat ugly clit to get on their knees for any real man who recognises who they really are. Instead of using my mouth to insult and weakly protest, I should get on my knees, open wide and stick out my tongue, pleading with only my eyes to be used.

But of course, no real man would want to touch a gross, self-mutilating faggot such as me. Even though I’d whine and fidget and leak and drip, he would stay above me, jerking off that manly cock, so much longer and thicker than my fake ‘t-dick’, covered in the musk of a natural alpha male, musky enough to overwhelm my weak renal body and bring me instantly to the edge. I’d want him to slot that thick cock into my mouth, to fuck my throat and use me as I was meant to be used- but, as punishment for ruining my curves and hiding my perky tits, for going against my natural purpose as fuckmeat and daring to think that I could pretend to be male, he would do nothing but cum on my face and tits, covering me in the virile essence of true masculinity: seed that could have been pumped in my starving womb and give me babies were I not such a depraved fake-faggot whore.

And then I’d sit there, kneeling on the cold ground, while members of the public laugh and point and take photos of my cum-covered face, with its feminine bone structure and girly lashes. Maybe I’d cum just from the way they look at me as I stumble off home, ready to rub myself silly with the thick, smelly cum that a real man saw fit to bless me with; maybe I’d stay there on the street with my mouth open, his seed drying on my face, ready to be a fleshlight for any man who would take pity on such an obvious tranny slut. I’d pull up my binder and show off my squashed, ruined tits, and beg for a real man to fuck them, proving, with my actions, that I really am nothing more than a delusional little girl.

So, to any fellow ‘FtMs’ and ‘transmascs’ reading this; the next time you get misgendered in public, don’t react in anger or stalk away in shame. Drop to your knees, pull up your binders to show off your fat titmeat, and open your mouths to offer yourself as a cocksocket to real men, with real ducks to shove between your plump lips. Cast off your baggy male clothes and feel fulfilled as you fill his cock throb down your throat. Get up with your stomach full of cum and offer up your wet throbbing pussy for fertilisation. Prove him right. Prove that you’re a girl, a slut, a misguided whore that was just desperate for real cock all along. Thank him with your body for showing you the way.