Forced Masculinization - Tumblr Posts - Page 2

PLEEEEEEASE

Forcemasc but make it 80s alt, long messy black hair, tattoos over top surgery scars, clothes that haven't been changed in days, too busy smoking and messing around with the band to care about appearances. Give me crusty black eyeliner and band tees with cut off sleeves to show of the work that's been put in at the gym

is someone gonna make jackass forcemasc or am i gonna have to be the one to do it

baby's first forcemase post be NICE

i keep thinking about maybe starting up T again, and tbh most of my reasons for wanting it are horny or horny adjacent <3

i wanna grow out a thicker happy trail and pit hair, because i think it would be hot on me <3

i'd love to have bigger bottom growth, both for gender affirming reasons and because i wanna be able to jerk it easier <3

i wanna do the gel or cream, so every night when i put it on i can get even more needy, i could edge and deny myself for agesss and just get more riled up <3

something about viewing my transition in horny ways is very affirming :3 it's probably bc i've seen a bunch of forcemasc posts and honestly they kinda slay, i might try making some eventually <3

[op uses they/it pronouns]

[please rb for reach! <3]

it's easier to put your t gel on wearing a dress, bunny.

that text message had decided my outfit for visiting my boyfriend that evening- a soft, flowy sundress that tickled my thighs as i walked.

his hands were like fire against my skin as they slid under the dress, cupping the backs of my thighs to pull me into his lap. one hand stayed resting there as the other crept upwards beneath the dress- a whimper escaped me as his fingers danced through my budding happy trail, just barely avoiding the waistband of my underwear. such a tease, as always. i loved it.

"such a pretty boy," he cooed softly in my ear, that hand on my thigh squeezing to coax a whine out of my parted lips. "you're becoming such a gorgeous boy for me, pup, all this cute hair coming in! who's my pretty boy, hm?"

i whimpered softly at the loss of contact when his hand left my thigh, only to shiver and obediently tug my dress up to bare my tummy when i saw him reaching for the gel.

"i am, sir."

"good boy." his lips curved into a grin as he rubbed the cool testosterone gel into the soft skin of my tummy, chuckling when a shiver ran through me. "why don't we get this dress off, hm? wouldn't want to get any of your t on it."

i nodded, shivering slightly once more as the dress was peeled off and my skin was exposed to the air. his eyes raked over me appreciatively, my face flushing hot at the obvious ogling.

"so fucking gorgeous," he breathed, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me down on his lap, my clothed tdick pressing against his bulge. i let out a shameless moan at the friction, watching his eyes darken with arousal- my heart fluttered when his hands moved to unbuckle his belt.

"i can't wait to make you scream, pretty boy."

[op uses they/it pronouns]

[please rb for reach! <3]

Sorry, I couldn't help myself and made a forcemasc meme out of it.

Hellppp some transphobe found my posts about getting surgery and is yelling in my asks about how I mutilated my ‘perfect feminine body’ . I got my wisdom teeth removed.