20Mtf 🏳️‍⚧️
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Prog addict and needle enthusiast 💉

HRT since 12.2.2026
Taken 31.3.2024

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Cake day: August 4th, 2026

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  • Born to be a slut, sleep with as many people as possible and treat my body count like a high score…
    Cursed with a body that makes that really difficult, if not impossible 😔

    So, I settled down with someone who loves me (and who I love dearly) and I’m sticking to that 🩷

    I still do think about it tho…
    What could have been. How glorious my slut phase would have been, had I been born cis. How many male partners I could have had fun with (at once).
    Oh well… Maybe in my next life.







  • You’re right…it absolutely doesn’t make much sense. I just…still can’t shake the feeling that this is something I deserve. I’m sorry. I am seeking professional help tho.

    This might be something a professional dominatrix can help you safely experiment with - if you have the means to pay one, of course.

    You might be right. However, in my mind, a dominatrix is someone that I pay to do this, someone that I have to arrange this with.
    Also…this is really fucked, but knowing that it’s all a safe experience…it’s just not what I meant in my post. It’s not what my thoughts tell me to do…they want me to put myself in harm’s way. I don’t think that this would quiet them at all.

    I’m really, really sorry for all of this. I’m a terrible person and I almost feel like I’m romanticizing something absolutely terrible…
    But I’m not tho. I wish I was romanticizing, I wish I was simply getting off on the idea, I wish it was just fetish…but this is real shit.

    Sorry. I can’t say it enough, I really am sorry to everyone here. This is wrong, incredibly so. I’m wrong in the head for even thinking about this. I’m probably wrong for writing this.
    I just wish the thoughts would stop.




  • This is spot on. To the letter. I bet you could even name the exact country I’m from 😆.

    This could be why I believe myself to be a bad person subconsciously, however I don’t think it tells the whole story.

    As I said, this all started even before my egg crack, when I was relatively “normal”. Even though I did have unusual ideas, like shaving my legs, which the boys told me “only [my country’s equivalent of the F slur for gay men] did”. I probably wasn’t as normal as I remember now, but I definitely tried to fit into the norms.

    You’re absolutely right about the majority of things you wrote tho. I’m actually kinda surprised how accurate that is. You even used my username to come to that conclusion…damn.

    I’m sorry if this doesn’t make any sense. My head is a mess right now.






  • First of all, I would like to thank you for your kind words and for the detailed response.

    I’m glad I’m not the only one with these thoughts (am I glad tho??), however it’s still weird and uncomfortable.

    If there is one thing I know for sure tho…I absolutely have to tell my therapist about this. It’s kinda getting out of hand, and it gets really bad when I’m not in a good headspace.

    I’ll be really honest. I had an exceptionally bad day today. Like, the worst one in a long while.

    While descending into a dark spiral, I did some really bad things...

    I created a throwaway Reddit account. Found a community for NSFW content in my country.
    I then started posting about how I wanted someone in my general area to do these things to me…
    I even described my general appearance and the places I usually frequent.
    I also considered just waiting for the sun to set, dolling up as much as possible and then taking a stroll, all alone, through some questionable neighborhoods, leaving my self-defense tool behind.

    To be honest, I scared myself. I didn’t know that I would go this far to hurt myself. That I would actively put myself in harm’s way. That I would in any way act out on these thoughts…

    I feel sick just describing that. This is where the fun ends and shit gets real. I’m a possible danger to myself and it’s time to let someone know, a professional like my therapist. I’ll do that ASAP…

    I’m really sorry to anyone reading this. I’m sorry I’m the way I am. I realize how fucked up all of this is. And I swear I’m not making it up either. I really wish I was…

    I’m not right in the head. That’s for sure, at least.





  • I guess it can. Really wasn’t expecting it lol

    I think the only time I was ever vocal during sex was also on prog, but that could be a coincidence.

    I miss prog, a lot 😔. I ate all of my remaining capsules, because the anxiolytic effect genuinely helps me so much.
    I won’t be prescribed more for at least 3 weeks.

    At least I’m really lucky tho and prog is super cheap for me. With my insurance, 2 boxes of 200mg prog, 45 capsules each, cost me less than one dollar.


  • CW: NSFW

    The couple of times I was on prog, when my bf was having me missionary (I always like looking deep into his eyes), especially when he was about to finish, my brain was suddenly like
    Put a baby in me, PLEASE I NEED TO HAVE YOUR KIDS
    and I was just like
    “Brain, wtf 😭. Where’d that come from?”

    Might have been the prog, might not have. Was fun tho 🤭