would you?

The clockiest trans women I have ever seen were having a fricking fantastic time dressing like uwu femboy sluts and making out in hallways and I realized that I'm fricking making myself miserable for no reason by being "self aware" or whatever bullshit you fricks have convinced me to be.

"Oh I have to dress modest and look like my peers and appear respectable at all times or else a 48 year old British woman might post about me on Mumsnet." Okay, two stubbly trans girls dressed as otters are giving each other hickeys in their hotel rooms and walking around with huge smiles like Jesus Christ himself appeared before them.

Literal stripey socked catgirls everywhere. And all of them looked happier than me. None of them were self conscious about their lack of voice training. None of them seemed like they had even considered their shoulder-to-waist ratio. None of them looked like they even knew what an "AGP Ogrehon" even is.

And you know what? The stripey socked stubbly catgirls never got misgendered by anyone there. You know who did the entire time? This fricking who thought it would make me look more like a "real girl" to dress in a girl-cut tee shirt and demin shorts.

Why the frick did I let you freaks turn me into this?

I have got to get dumber. I have got to get cringier. I have got to become a reddit-pilled uwu hornyposting hon. I have got to unironically own a blahaj. If you never see me again, it's because I became a mod of egg_irl.

You're all so hecking valid. I hope you all remember to apply your boygels and eat your titty skittles or whatever.

Snapshots:

https://old.reddit.com/r/transadorable/comments/1emp9fp/hello_girls_i_am_a_secret_trans_girl_since_my/:

• undelete.pullpush.io

• ghostarchive.org

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