Me, Internally, Constantly: I Can’t Kill Myself. If I Kill Myself I’ll Never Get To Be A Transgender

Your average trans girl relationship be like.

trans catgirls are a dying breed man. roving gangs of puppygirls have driven the species close to instinction. what a fucked up wo- *gets distracted by the idea of being hunted for sport by a puppygirl gang* -i need to Leave

dreams

Crazy how autism and burning out turned me from a Straight-A Student to a Transgender Puppygirl. I used to value how intelligent I was and how well I could do things and now I want someone to do everything for me while I stop thinking since I did enough of that in my childhood

people don't tell u this but estrogen actually turns your sweat into the most potent aphrodisiac on the planet and its awesome

make out with me? Please??? Like right now let me suck on your tongue?

need more nerdy trans fems autistically rambling to me it's very cute

Nobody will ever match the raw, unfiltered power of a transfem with autism and internet access.

Like, you think AI could replicate that level of intensity? That chaos? That ability to hyperfixate on folklore creatures, learn a dead language for fun, and still cry because a girl in a video game was nice to her?

There’s a whole genre of posts on here that’s just us—neurodivergent trans girls—softly screaming into the void together. Swapping strategies for surviving sensory overload, mourning friendships that fizzled out under unspoken rules we never learned, and comforting each other in comments like,

“I literally can’t go into stores without dissociating.”

And then, inevitably, someone shows up in the replies like,

“I’m not autistic or anything, but this reminds me of how I used to cry when someone rearranged my dungeons and dragons dice.”

Like… sweetheart. You are one special interest away from joining the coven. Just kiss a cute girl who also gets overwhelmed in fluorescent lighting and admit you’ve been one of us all along. 🌈

We’ll welcome you with open arms and noise-cancelling headphones. There’s tea, there's sapphic yearning, and yes—there’s a group chat entirely dedicated to analyzing the autistic-coded vibes of cryptids and background characters. You’d fit right in. 💕

need a pretty girl that i can jerk off whenever i’m annoyed. listening to her words catch in her throat when she feels my hand slip into her pants and begin grabbing at her, my soft fingers closing around her warm flesh, feeling her get hard. fucking trembling all over with the effort it takes not to buck into my hand. oh what a sweetheart. and she is, of course, my sweetheart. but right now she’s my stress toy, my favorite toy. deftly unbuttoning her pants and freeing her dick, telling her to look and watch, to see how hard she gets just for me. don’t fucking move— don’t you dare move right now. she’s whining whining whining again, desperate for me to have mercy on her and let her rock her hips just a little, but i’ve got the nails of my left hand dug into her hip, holding her still and not allowing it. i know how bad she needs this. of course i fucking know. she was so nervous when i proposed it at first, not sure if i’d really go through with our agreement let alone the punishments if she broke it. i can use her however i please, as long as she doesn’t touch herself otherwise. and god, when she gets hard like this for me and whines for me, she’s fucking mine. i have no other thought in the world. just my sweet girl’s precum dribbling over my fingers when i bring my closed hand to a slow pull just under the head of her cock. fuck i know she’s close with how she’s switched now to near silence with her eyes screwed shut. i have to remind her to breathe, which results in her darling lashes parting. soft eyes filled with lust, concentration, sweet subservience. oh are those tears?? they certainly look like it. shhh no tears, baby. she’s trying her best, isn’t she? doing it for me. god i love that she does it all for me, let’s me do whatever i want because by now she knows i’ll make her feel good even when i feel bad. i fucking need her— and so i tell her as much. i tell her to be my good girl and cum for me because i’ve been needing to milk her all fucking day. feeling her begin to throb under my fingers, telling her to watch as her cum spills out all over her tummy and my hand. letting her whimper when i slow down and encourage her to pump into my fist for those last few strokes. she’s so shaken up still. my lips are tender as ever on her skin, kissing her neck and her shoulder and her jaw before lastly her lips. breathing a soft sigh of relief and thanking her for it. yeah. imma need an express delivery of a good girl like this asap please n thank youuu

Absolutely love it when women have that little line on their belly