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Trans women are women!

And that means they have to please men too <3 None of us are exempt from it honey, there's a man out there for you, whether or not you want him, m'kay? So be a good girl and please him~

There is something about what the previous annon said. Following a pretty boy to the bathroom. Making your moves on him making him blush. Pining him on the wall. Making him look at you with his hazy eyes and red cheeks. Forcing a kiss on him. Making his knees tremble. Slowly groping his body, stripping him piece by piece. Licking his neck, kissing his body untill you get to his crotch. Stopping for a little. Looking him up in his watery eyes and demanding him to beg. Beg for your lesbian lips to makeout with his cock. Kissing his manhood tenderly. Making a mess out of him. Slurping all of his prettyboy cum. Pining the note with your phone number with a lesbian pride pin on his underwear. Yk dyke stuff.

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Thats pretty hot!

Im dykebreaking my transbian friend but im not really good with manipulation so i want to ask if you have any tips on how to make her a straight girl faster? She did confess she likes men but she still calls herself a dyke. Think it would be hot to straightbreak her after she comes out as hetero.

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Dear 💖,

Dykebreaking someone through manipulation is much easier than it might seem at first glance, and if she's already expressed an interest in men as is, she's pretty much a won cause. 

Persistence is key. The more you expose her to the notion of lesbians fucking men, the more likely she is to accept it as a natural part of her sexuality. You can try all the tactics you'd use when converting a cis lesbian—such as sending her dykebreaking porn by "accident", or asking her how she thinks her male friends' cocks would taste like—but since she's trans, you have the additional option of convincing her that fucking men would affirm her gender identity. No transbian could ever dispute that!

If you're a dude yourself, seducing her should be a breeze. Most trans girls are so desperate for affirmation, you only need to treat her like the dumb bimbo slut she is for her to become  head-over-heels for you, her sapphic tendencies leaking out of her girlcock together with her precum as she lets you plow her asspussy.

If you're a gal, I'd recommend getting into a relationship with her, and then gradually beginning to introduce men into it. It can start as a voyeur thing: have a man watch the two of you going at it; move on to having your girlfriend watch you getting fucked by a man; and you'll be making out with her around his cock in no time.

Remember the facts: being a transbian is just a phase between coming out as a girl and realizing you were made to serve men.

-@dykewithbenefits

Know Your Place

Men are Men and girls are girls. It really isn’t that complicated.

Men are protectors, Men are creators, Men are leaders. Men take charge and tackle all problems head-on. Men are problem solvers and after a defeat, they just get back up stronger and fight even more dedicated.

girls, on the other hand, are nurturers. We are caretakers, we are nest builders and we are followers. We need structure to flourish, we boundaries to build a garden Eden within.

Men give orders and girls obey. That is how we complement each other. One doesn’t work well without the other.

“Umm, what was I doing again?“ Ever since the seminar, Melanie had been finding it hard to remember things. The seminar itself was good; Melanie remembered really enjoying the speaker, which was a bit of a surprise. Usually, the people the university brought in for these “Women’s Empowerment” seminars were quite boring.

This time, however, it was… different. She wasn’t sure exactly why. Melanie couldn’t put her finger on what it was about the speaker that stood out so much. She actually couldn’t remember much of anything about him. She just remembered him being so… good to listen to. 

“Hi Melanie.” A man’s voice called out to her. She turned to see someone approaching her. She didn’t recognize him, but decided to stop anyways.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” Melanie asked the man. She thought he was very handsome. The very definition of tall, dark, and mysterious. He looked a little older… maybe a Senior at the school. He seemed familiar to her, as if she had met him somewhere before… a frat party maybe.

“It’s Chris.” The said matter of factly and in a way that made Melanie feel as if she was silly for not knowing. 

“Um, I’m sorry. I can’t seem to remember you.” The confused co-ed looked away, feeling a little embarrassed. 

“We met after your seminar last month. I was speaking at it.” Chris said with a sly smile. “You don’t remember?”

“No,” Melanie admitted, “I mean, I remember the seminar. And the speaker was really good. But I didn’t recognize you. I’ve been having a bit of a tough time remembering things lately. I’m so sorry.”

Chris laughed and touched Melanie on the shoulder. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re just a dumb little girl. No one expects you to remember anything important.”

A sudden rage ignited inside Melanie. She wanted to tear this guy apart for saying something so disgustingly chauvinistic. Just as she was about to open her mouth and yell, however, something in her brain stopped her. It was like a switch had been flipped and, suddenly, her anger completely disappeared. 

He is right; she thought, I’m a dumb little girl. I can’t remember important things. Wait… why did I just say that….

“Confused, Melanie?” Chris interrupted her thoughts. “It’s okay. You don’t need to understand.”

“I….” She struggled to find words. Everything he said sounded so… true. His words becoming her gospel. “I… don’t need to understand?…” Her voice trailing off at the end, making it sound like more of a statement than a question

“That’s right, Melanie.” He put his hand on the side of her face; the tips of his finger at her temples. His touch sent dull waves of compliance through her, leaving her more vulnerable to his words. “You’re my mindless hypno-slave. I am your Master.”

Melanie blinked before her eyes entered into a blank stare. “I am your mindless hypno-slave. You are my Master.”

“Good girl. Now, follow me. It’s time to bring you home.”