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This guy is nearly 30, but really he's a teenage girl on his period. This makes him cry every 5 minutes at random animal antics, fall in secret unrequited love with his boss, and bake a lot. Because that's what girls do.
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Lest you think this is some weird, creepy gay stalking shit, borderline workplace harassment, may I remind you that second puberty is a hell of a drug. And who wouldn't want this dainty Lolita plying them with beer at work? Not to mention the london fog rolls, which I'm not quite sure what they are but I'm sure he baked them with love an erection
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This guy is nearly 30, but really he's a teenage girl on his period. This makes him cry every 5 minutes at random animal antics, fall in secret unrequited love with his boss, and bake a lot. Because that's what girls do.

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Lest you think this is some weird, creepy gay stalking shit, borderline workplace harassment, may I remind you that second puberty is a hell of a drug. And who wouldn't want this dainty Lolita plying them with beer at work? Not to mention the london fog rolls, which I'm not quite sure what they are but I'm sure he baked them with love an erection

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As a woman myself I have only ever cried at cute animals (specifically *baby* animals) when on my period, and even then that petered off after I turned 25 or so. Also doing that much shit in order to flirt with your boss reads as creepy stalker man shit, no woman in her right mind would ask around their workplace for what kind of BEER their supervisor liked??? Fucking lunacy. And of course with the fucking spiked collar and puppy eyeliner. You can’t hate these people enough
 
Would you eat something a troon made?
These are apparently London fog rolls:

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Recipe

I gotta confess: yeah, if his baking looks like that, I'd eat the shit out of it. If you've never had sweets flavoured with Earl Grey tea, give 'em a try.

And, of course — since she is now a True&Honest Woman™, you just know those sweet buns are gonna be extra-yummy, 'cause they're made with girl-magic!

I think I need a sponsor to keep me from doing stupid shit, like an Alcoholics Anonymous guy...
 
I'm thinking this guy didn't spend 4 hours baking these Bridgerton scrolls and swirly loaves. If there's one thing I know about troons, they're never good at doing any of the hard work a woman would actually do. He probably bought a 6 pack of doughnuts
 
Those absolute rail straight man hips and bony ass broad shoulders. The askew angle of the photo and the desperate awkward scrunch inward to try to narrow his frame. The unnatural way he holds his arm close in and cocks out his razor sharp hip bone in a sad effort to emulate having at least a slight semblance of curves.

Oh my sides. :lit:
 
So much to unpack. :christine:

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Hey,

I had GRS 4 weeks ago and Im really happy with that. The result looks awesome already, dilating works fine and generally health wise Im feeling better every day.

Bad thing is, my dysphoria is going so crazy right now that I dont know what to do anymore. Im really questioning my sanity at the moment.

Im married to my wonderful husband, I pass flawlessly in daily life but I still hate myself so much. I always think that everyone is just friendly to me and gendering me correctly because of that, that my beard shadow must be soo visible (it isnt, just some leftover hairs after laser and I wear makeup every day anyways, but theres no logical thinking in my head), that Im built like a brick, my boobs are too small because I cant manage to gain weight, my voice must be super clocky (even though Im gendered right all the time, even on the phone...) and all that stuff.

What the fuck is going on? I got everything I was dreaming about 10 years ago, and Im doing worse every day? Why?!

Ive finally got my whole life as a woman ahead of me, Im just in my mid 20s, and Im thinking of suicide every waking hour?

It's just so hard...I was hoping the dysphoria would be better after GRS but for some reason its just like a switch was flipped and now I feel like my face/body/whatever is the problem...it is never gonna get better is it?
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Bad thing is, my dysphoria is going so crazy right now that I dont know what to do anymore. Im really questioning my sanity at the moment.
Im married to my wonderful husband, I pass flawlessly in daily life but I still hate myself so much. I always think that everyone is just friendly to me and gendering me correctly because of that, that my beard shadow must be soo visible (it isnt, just some leftover hairs after laser and I wear makeup every day anyways, but theres no logical thinking in my head), that Im built like a brick, my boobs are too small because I cant manage to gain weight, my voice must be super clocky (even though Im gendered right all the time, even on the phone...) and all that stuff.
Ive finally got my whole life as a woman ahead of me, Im just in my mid 20s, and Im thinking of suicide every waking hour?

It's just so hard...I was hoping the dysphoria would be better after GRS ...
134 upvotes, 33 comments.
Here's one:
You've made one of the biggest steps in any transition and you've said that it has gone well and you're having a good recovery. Dysphoria will always come on in waves now and then and as others have said post surgery depression is not at all uncommon for any procedure.

You are doing so well girly, keep going! ❤️
 
We call them Body Farms, or at least we did when I did forensic analysis in Uni.
I don't know doctor words, only crime words.
As a woman myself I have only ever cried at cute animals (specifically *baby* animals) when on my period
I cried when Fry found out that his brother didn't steal his name. Saddest day of 2001.
Would you eat something a troon made?
Probably used the ol' US Navy dough hook I've heard so much about. Or I guess it's more of a mixing cylinder on some guys, shapes vary.
 
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Yesterday, cam5515 shared his heartbreaking story of being rejected for a job by a company with standards so low it might as well hire pot plants. He hasn’t let this stop him - he needs a job, dammit!

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The comments are well meant, but somehow miss the point
This is like some obese, white chick dolling herself up with makeup, nice clothes, jewelry, and hairstyling. In the end, no matter how much primping she does, she still looks like shit. Because she’s still fucking fat- it’s wasted effort.

No matter what this guy does, even if he dresses appropriately (like a female lawyer would to court), the problem remains that he’s a fucking troon. Personally, that alone is a deal-breaker for me. Were I to be working in a position that involved hiring people, any troon applicants would be instantly rejected. Yeah, maybe that’s illegal, but believe me, 98% of companies do it. They just don’t openly brag about it. They just see the multitude of red flags, realize what a burden it would be, and nope the fuck out.

My favorite comment. Remember, this is #NotAFetish !!
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I wonder if cam5515 understands that the author of the above wrote that from his goon cave while drooling and fantasizing about fucking his emaciated mouth and asshole?
 
the “just move countries!” people
The 'just move countries' people are probably the least likely to succeed anywhere else, without social security and free healthcare propping them up. It's fairly safe to assume that they've never actually been to another country and most of them probably couldn't name more than a few, with the Ukraine and Palestine being two of them.
 
Would you eat something a troon made?
No fucking way. I’ve talked about the blue-haired bearded pooner that worked the cafeteria sandwich counter at my old office. Once she started working there, I got so paranoid that she’d forget to wash the T-gel off her hands that I began bringing my own lunch from home. I’ve also staunchly maintained that I’d never willingly hire a troon to do anything for me, even something as minor as picking up my dry cleaning. So, to actually ingest something prepared by these fucking monsters? Absolutely not. They probably purposely defile the food because it gives them a sense of quasi-sexual satisfaction.

Look at it this way: remember when your friends started having their first kids, and you’d invite them over for get-togethers? And there’d always be this toddler walking around with, say, a cookie that they’d be slobbering all over? And then they’d offer this moist, snotty cookie to their parent, who’d then eat it like there’s no problem? Maybe when you’re a parent, you can do that because you’re desensitized/less grossed out since it’s your own kid…but to the single guy with no kids who has to witness it (me)? I was FUCKING REPULSED. I’d have to step out for a second because I’d be audibly gagging. So, to reiterate my answer to your question…picture the troon as the barefoot, drooling toddler with filthy hands and a snotty nose, and the cookie as whatever consumable this troon personally made and wants me to try. The answer is always a resounding NEVER.


So much to unpack. :christine:
(breathes in)



NO REFUNDS!!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!
 
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