I love the idea of a trans woman gaining my trust...

...convincing me she respects me as a man, that she thinks I'm so handsome and strong, all the while already just thinking about the tight cunt between me legs, the soft tits I still haven't gotten rid of, my fertile, unprotected womb.

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It starts small - convincing me its absolutely fine if I dress femininely. Telling me how hot I look in lingerie, or how there's nothing wrong with just keeping my tits. And maybe I forgot to do my T shot once or twice or month after month. But thats okay! It's not my fault! I'm just a silly little girl boy, it happens!

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And boys can wear skirts. And why not just start wearing cute underwear all the time! I want to grow my hair out anyway, why not let her help style it, put on my makeup - first just privately, then when we go out with her friends, then all the time. And if I take her cock raw, that doesn't make me any less of a man. If anything, I should let her! Its the least I could do, for solidarity! Watching to make sure I apply estrogen gel to my sweet little cunt, maybe even taking over if she's not satisfied herself just to feel how wet and desperate I get around her fingers.

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Slowly, insidiously turning back every step I've taken until I'm just a perfect little cocksleeve for her, her perfect little lesbian breeding bitch. Showing me what a silly mistake I made, how much better it is to be a pretty little thing on her arm, in her bed, warming her girlcock and worshipping her body. Turning me into a needy little slut who can only think with her cunt, who needs her approval like air.