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Wow do I ever hate that they don't separate being trans from being a woman. I'm a trans woman despite the illegitimate cissexist construction of my identity by this site.
First of all, forgiveness for the bad picture... this was the only one that I could put up that didn't send me into paroxysms of self-loathing and panic... I'm a toy that needs some unwrapping and assembly.
Transformation fetishist seeks loving domme for real life scening, life of wonderful weirdness.
I am: More or less a transitioned trans woman with a nice heavy load of emotional baggage... wow is it embarrassing and encouraging reading some of this stuff from two years ago. That said, I still very much want to be needy, powerless, and transformed repeatedly, against my will, to my great embarrassment, humiliation, and pleasure... And yes, I know the transformation thing isn't all that physically possible, but we can pretend.
(So, to clarify, that means the feminization is pretty much separated from the fetish, though I probably wouldn't object to conflating the two.)
She (why did I ever use those other pronouns?!) is: A loving domme who also enjoys transformation, would like to take those fantasies from the keyboard to the bedroom, and would love a bashful toy that you could enjoy tapping into the deep well of emotional issues, gender and otherwise, that I walk around with, As well as (roleplay) transform again and again and again, in perpetuity into all manner of pet, toy, thing, and any sexual creature that our warped minds envision.
With her I hope to have someone exploit my sweet side, make my life more loving and dramatic than it ever has been... and engage in lots of practical tf play ranging from some fairly classic tfs into pig-girls, silicone sex doll, into some utterly fantastic ideas, such as an utterly passive and frightened anthropomorphic condom dispenser who is only attracted to women with phallic objects, and can only orgasm when one of her condoms is 'used' (weird, I know, but these are the ideas my mind comes up with.)
I think about these things all the time, and I have many ideas on how to use props in our play to impressive practical effect.
That last paragraph still stands, but I think, if anything I've gotten more inventive over the years. And yep, the below hasn't changed much either.
And so, you will become my Goddess, my keeper, and I your trembling, toy, who, despite her protests, wants you so badly.
Sincerely,
your toy.
PS: Lonely and lovesick does not mean spineless.
PPS: Yes, very out of shape, I know... working on it. When you live with someone who sabotages your diet for a year, it gets hard to be functional and healthy. Help unwrap me?
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