i want her to misgender me to all her friends and family. she should call me her boyfriend. she should talk about how much she hates men and look at me while she does it. when the people we meet look at my feminine face and body and question whether i'm actually a girl, i want to meekly look down and stutter out that n-no, i'm just a man. and then at night she'll pin me down and peg the ever living shit out of me while i whimper and moan uncontrollably. and only then, after i'm thoroughly used up and exhausted, will she hold me in her arms and secretly admit that i'm her good little princess. (and then ideally she'll ride my face)

t. mtf 3y hrt