Concern Over The Talk Of Eradicating Trans People

Concern Over The Talk Of Eradicating Trans People

Our world is messed up. Can you feel it? The world itself almost feels sick right now, but the people too. We don't even talk to each other if we're not in full agreement. We pick camps and stick closely with people who agree with everything. Differing opinions are a threat, and an attempt to understand each other is seen as a bad thing.

Everybody feels how the world is right now unless they're not in tune with the energy. I think hate, greed and selfishness are at the heart of it. The gap between the haves and have nots is widening. Fewer people are hoarding more of the resources and the dream of owning your own place and a little land seems far from reality these days.

Quick, we need somebody to blame for this.

 

The answer is simple. It's transgender people who are causing it. It's people who are diagnosing and treating the trans youth. You see, it used to be that we just beat those kids into submission and they learned how to obey what their parents told them they were. The problem was, a good portion of those kids ended up on drugs, working the streets and ultimately dying at somebody else's hands or by suicide.

Somehow, people have it in their heads that this is the way it needs to be again. We were starting to make progress. There was more understanding about what it was to be trans and more of an effort to help them. By my way of thinking, a well adjusted and loved trans child can become a well adjusted and loved adult. They can be more productive in society versus those who are left on the bottom rung of society. They are marginalized, under employed and face things like homelessness and drug addiction.

They are not threats to society. These people are basically just trying to hold on, and yet people are scapegoating them. I will not blame this all on religion. I think what happens is people associate God with punishing something they don't agree with, and that's when the real trouble starts.

 

The powers that be have gotten it into their heads that the trans community is the real threat to the world, and that means they've been passing laws in states throughout the country and even around the world. They want to stop this thing that they call transgenderism. As a member of the trans community, I find this trend to be alarming.

The very word transgenderism needs to be a red flag for people. When they put ism on something, it's often seen as a bad thing. The next thing they want to do is fix it, and some politicians have reasoned that they need to stop people from transitioning. They need to tell this person to "act normal" as defined by the person telling them how to act. It doesn't matter how you feel or who you know you are inside, you need to conform to what somebody else tells you to be.

The states are starting to push laws that prohibit people from transitioning. They prohibit people from being anything but a cisgender, straight person. I know some people who are cisgender are somehow threatened by the term cis, but it's merely a term to say that you were happy with the gender you were born with and nothing more. It's not a slur, but some people who are anti-trans are taking it that way. It adds to the anger they direct towards the community.

The problem with the people pushing these laws is they're not stopping there. Now we're starting down the road of a famous leader of 1930s Germany. We are now starting to hear them say that they want to "eradicate" transgender people. What they're saying is they don't want them breathe, although some apologists say they merely want to give them "conversion therapy" to fix them. Here's a newsflash, if you're forcing them to conform to the way you want them to be, you're eradicating them. You're participating in a form of genocide. 

Let me be clear, if you're standing against transgender people to the point where you want to push laws against them, and your troubled by being compared to that leader in Germany or the fact that you're participating in a form of genocide, think long and hard. What else do you call eliminating a group of people? Some people will say it's okay because they're not trans and duck the issue entirely, but where will it stop? Some gay people are throwing transgender people under the bus, but do they think they're going to be spared once transgender people are eliminated? This is a slippery slope.

When you hear the term eradicate associated with transgender people and how to deal with them, be disturbed. Be alarmed. They are coming out against the community, and most people within the trans community just want to live and have a fair chance like anybody else. They want that job, they want that house and they have the ability to do good things if given the chance. When they're marginalized and underemployed, all they're really doing is fighting for their lives and their ability to exist. Therefore, they're not offering the full potential of what they can do to be productive in society.

Being transgender is not the real problem in this world. A person who is transgender didn't look to become this and go through so many things that make their life difficult. Transitioning is their way forward because it's the closest thing to making them feel normal in the body they have. When people throw hate at them and blame them for society's ills, they're also adding to their anxiety and depression. Then, you have those transgender people who become statistics when it becomes too much, or they suffer at the hands of somebody who blames them for society's ills.

It's not hard to see what's going on here. When they talk about transgenderism and then use the term eradicate, they're talking about eliminating a group of people. They're talking about genocide. I don't use this term lightly. If what I write here is something you find disturbing, you should be disturbed. You're watching it begin to play out right in front of your eyes, but now's the time to call it for what it is and stand up against it. You don't have to be transgender to know that trying to hurt or eradicate them is not a good thing. It is act of hate.

Dealing With Targeted Harassment Of Trans Women Online

Dealing With Targeted Harassment Of Trans Women Online

I decided to take myself out of a discussion in a tweet thread from one of my friends. She's in the entertainment industry, but I won't get into it specifically. What I saw there was targeted harassment, but I didn't realize what I was jumping into when I got in there.

My friend is a trans woman, and she's been dealing with targeted harassment since she took a stance against somebody who was using trans women as a punching bag for his jokes. That's an unpopular opinion for some, and that's when she started getting attacked. People were going into her pictures and tweeting about her.

The danger of what can happen in situations like this is they start doing information searches on an individual, doxing them and then who knows what can happen. There are cisgender women who will never give an inch to a trans woman. They refer to us in male pronouns and in very negative terms. We in the trans community have a term for them and their exclusionary ways, but I won't use it here.

I didn't think it was a big deal that my friend stepped in front of the mirror in the ladies room to take a picture of herself after doing her makeup. Cisgender women do this and so do trans women. You're staring at yourself in the mirror, and that's where you pull your camera out. So basically, she's a trans woman doing what cisgender women do and nothing more.

What these women do is pick on something and then attack. A trans woman with a phone in the ladies room becomes a threat to them. I'm well aware of the reaction of some cisgender women, and that's why I always try to be respectful around them. When I bring my phone into the ladies room, it's usually in my pocket. I might pull it out and look at texts or whatever in one of the stalls, but so do cisgender women.

You see, right here these exclusionary women would target me because I dared bring a phone into the stall and read texts and use Twitter. How dare I do something that they do. To them it would be quite logical to attack me for doing something that they do. Of course, I know me being in there at all is problematic because they think I'm being predatory for some reason. Like the trans woman who started this thread, I take my picture in the mirror sometimes. The reality is I'm doing something that cisgender women do.

I've struggled to feel good about the way I look, and it's been hard for me to want to take a picture of myself. As I've come out as trans, I find that I can now do that. Out of every four or five pictures, I find one that I like. When I do my makeup, I take pictures to find one I like. It's just me in the picture, and I share it on social media sometimes. It's sort of a progress report about how I'm looking, and a friend or two might comment. That's all I'm doing. That's all my trans woman friend was doing.

Because she is being targeted and harassed, these cisgender women decided to attack her for daring to take a picture of herself in front of a mirror in the ladies room. What they're trying to equate her doing is walking around and pulling out her camera, taking pictures of cisgender women in stalls or in compromising positions. This is not what she was doing, but that's what's going on in the minds of these exclusionary women when they launch this sort of attack.

I jumped into that thread and was being empathetic with my friend. I said that I had done the same thing, which I have done and will continue to do. In no way do I take my camera phone and point it at anybody. I'm pointing it at myself, and usually there's nobody else around me. In fact, when you look at my friend's photo, there was nobody around her either. They are making a big deal about nothing, simply to say that trans women are invalid.

I engaged a few of them, because all of them had hateful comments to say. They were designed to hurt me, damage my self-esteem and make me give up on myself. This is the danger of the hate that exclusionary women spew towards trans women. They do damage to us, and they don't care.

They think there's never been a trans woman in the ladies room, but it's happened for years and they didn't know about it. They're never going to stop trans women from existing, and the joke of the matter is they've probably had conversations with trans women and not even realized it. This is because trans women are women.

I disengaged from this thread after a day and deleted my posts. I put some people on block that were a part of the thread, because I don't want them searching me out and attacking me. I'd rather not have to defend myself in this situation, but if somebody comes to attack me, I'll have to. Sometimes, you have to pick your battles. It's okay to be trans in the ladies room. There are some who would say it's not. There's a lot of hatred being spewed towards us, and this is just one area in which it happens.

They still want to say that you're being trans to harass women in the bathroom. The reality is a man wanting to do anything to a woman will just follow her into the bathroom and do whatever he was going to do. He won't go through the trouble of dressing up as pretty and feminine as he can, and these dishonest cisgender women know that quite well. My comments in this thread were only going to be read by hateful cisgender women who want to attack me, and I saw no good coming of that towards me.

Therefore, I deleted those comments and decided to write an article here. I just wanted to make a point that we exist, but we don't exist to harass cis women. We exist because that's a reality, whether they like it or not.

We're only going to the bathroom because we need to use it, and many trans women are interested in men. Even if there are trans women who are interested in cisgender women and other trans women, there are also lesbians who go into ladies rooms. That does not mean that they're looking to get into anybody's space and harass them. We just want to do our business and leave, and that's what we do.

Just in case there are some people who wonder, I'll end this with a very important statement. You're not wrong for being trans. That's how God made you. Also, for the people in the back in the exclusionary camp who don't understand, trans women are women, and we're going to stand our ground for the right to exist.

Billy And Steve Discover New Horizons

Billy And Steve Discover New Horizons

Billy and Steve woke up in a white room, stripped naked. The two best friends had just turned 18 in the last month and were planning to get an apartment together.

They both were attending junior college and working at a local department store. Neither boy was particularly macho or overtly masculine, but both had girlfriends.

Their mistake was checking out that apartment in the wrong neighborhood. They just wanted to get out on their own so badly, and this two room apartment seemed like a dream come true from them.

The manager had left them in the living room to deal with an emergency when the two big men came into the room. They chloroformed the two boys and took them back to New Horizons headquarters.

New Horizons was a place that helped people plan for life changing decisions. This could be taking a new job and moving to a new city, planning to adopt a child or planning a marriage. The company dabbled in many things and seemed to have a good reputation.

That was the public side of the company, but it was a front for a large, very illegal operation. They dealt in the ladyboy slave trade, and they would kidnap teenagers, usually 18 or 19 years old. Through various techniques, they would make most of them into willing maids and t-girl brides. The ones who resisted too much ended up as bondage slaves and lived a very difficult life being tied up, abused and raped repeatedly. This was not a friendly company, but they managed to cover their tracks well.

Billy rubbed his eyes. "Oh shit, Steve. What happened dude?"

Steve looked around the room "Fuck if I know. Where are our clothes?"

"Hello. Anyone." Billy pounded on the door. "Answer me."

The door opened and a beautiful red headed woman appeared. "Welcome girls. So nice of you to join us. Let me show you to your rooms."

"I ain't no girl, " Steve protested.

She giggled. A little ways down the hallway, she opened a door. "Stephanie, you'll be staying here."

"Who the hell is Stephanie?" Steve was getting agitated.

"You are, silly. We have a pretty room all picked out for you, and if you need any help, just ask for me. My name is Julia. You have some clothes in the dresser, so you can get comfortable. I'm gonna take Bonnie to her room."

As she walked out the door, it shut. Steve tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. "What the fuck?"

The lighting in the room seemed unusual and the motif was pink. The wall had princess and pictures of men with their shirts off. The bed had pink blankets, satin sheets and an assortment of stuffed animals. There was a makeup desk in one corner, in addition to a dresser and a full length mirror.

There were cameras in all four corners and speakers that seemed to be playing some sort of sound Steve couldn't quite understand. There was a big screen TV that was flashing on and off in a strange pattern with images he could not make out. There was a bathroom, and he needed use it.

The toilet sat higher than normal and had steps up to a very small platform. It was built in such a way that he would have to sit to pee. He didn't like that very much, but he had to go. He washed his hands and noticed something sticking out of the wall next to him. It was phallic shaped, and about four inches long.

Above the phallic object was a sign that read nourishment. He shook his head. "Fuck that."

He cupped his hands under the sink's nozzle for water, but the water stopped flowing. "Use the nourishment dispenser, " came an automated voice.

"Fuck you. I ain't gay."

He went to the bedroom and looked for clothes in the dresser. There were a variety of panties and nighties and bras in various colors, but he saw no male clothing. "What the fuck is going on?"

He knocked the stuffed animals off of the bed and lay down. The flicker of the light and the TV and the sound coming from the speakers was a little disorienting. It was like it was trying to tell him something, but what? He looked over at the corner of the room and saw another phallic object sticking out of the wall and one sticking up from the floor. "What's with this gay shit?"

He dozed off for who knows how long before Julia returned to the room with a plate. "Why didn't you put on one of your petty nighties, Stephanie?"

"I ain't wearing any of that shit. I ain't gay, " he protested. "And what's with that shit sticking out of the wall in the bathroom?"

"The nourishment, " she asked? "Sweetie, that's specifically designed for optimal nutrition for you. You should drink it."

"Suck a dildo for nourishment, you mean. No, way. Make that no fucking way."

She sat the tray down on the stand next to him. "Never mind that now. I brought dinner and some juice and vitamins that will help you."

"Thanks. I'm hella hungry right now."

She smiled. "I'm gonna go check on Bonnie, but you really should slip into one of those pretty nighties. They feel wonderful. You'll love them, especially when we give you the treatment."

He took a bite of his chicken. "What is the treatment?"

"We'll talk about it tomorrow. Bye for now. You be good, Stephanie."

He enjoyed the chicken, mashed potatoes and vegetates. He decided to take the vitamins, not even questioning if that's really what they were, and then he felt tired. Soon, he was asleep.

It was an unusual sleep where he appeared to be a woman. The image was not him, but it was him. Long black hair, feminine curves and big breasts. He appeared to be wearing a maid's outfit and cleaning a house. He liked to clean house. Images came and left so fast, he didn't know what he was seeing. Was he sucking cock?

In the dreams, he spoke and carried himself in a feminine way. He applied his makeup to look pretty and... Was he kissing a man? Why was he on his knees kissing the feet of a woman he called Mistress? He was trying to wake up, but sleep wouldn't let go of him just yet.

Steve was lying on his stomach when he felt a needle injection in his ass. "Ow, what the fuck?"

"Sorry " Julia said. "Doctor's orders. Did you sleep well?"

He stood up. "Yeah, but I'm hungry. What time is it?"

Julia rubbed his back. "Time for breakfast. But first, you need a shower." She led him to the bathroom and handed him some cream. "Here, put this all over your body and let it sit for about ten minutes."

"Huh?"

She grabbed the cream. "Here, let me." She applied it all over his body and then washed her hands. "It's hair removal cream, but industrial strength. They make it at the main HQ. Your hair won't grow back for at least a year."

"What the fuck? No!"

"Oh, shush. Don't, be such a baby, Stephanie. You're gonna look so pretty when we get done with you."

Steve shook his head. "Just in case you haven't noticed, Julia, I'm not a girl."

She giggled. "Well, not with that attitude. But you will be."

He was very angry, but he found it hard to be upset with Julia when he looked into her green eyes. He stepped into the shower ten minutes later and his body hair fell away instantly. The smooth sensation felt strange, but not at all unpleasant. He dried off with one of the softest towels he'd ever used.

Julia waited for him in the bedroom. "Let's get you dressed and made up, sweetie."

"Hell, no. I'm not wearing any of that crap."

She shook her head. "Suit yourself. You can go naked. Just don't do it too many times. It won't bode well for you if you do."

She led him to the breakfast hall where about two dozen others ate. 21 of them were dressed in various colored satin lingerie. Some of these people looked quite attractive, but others were obviously boys in women's clothing.

He spotted Billy over at the other table still naked like him. "Hey Steve. This is Jim."

Jim was naked too. "They've been calling me Jessica since I got here. I think it's been two weeks now. I'm not a girl, but I'm thinking."

"Thinking what Jim, " Billy asked?

"It's just that maybe I should wear a nightie like the other girls. It does look kind of pretty. Maybe I really want to be pretty. Julia says I will love it."

Steve sat down. "Dude, you're tripping. We need to figure a way out of here."

Jim shook his head. "I tried, and you don't want to do it. They spanked my ass so hard, I had trouble siting the next day. It was terrible."

"Fuck, Billy. What are we gonna do?"

Billy shook his head. "I don't know. " He took a pill that was sitting next to his drink.

"Dude, are you really gonna take that?"

"Yeah, it's vitamins. I'll be okay. The ones I took last night helped me sleep like a baby."

Steve looked at his best friend. "You didn't have any fucked up dreams?"

Billy thought for a moment. "Not that I know of."

Steve held his pill up and looked at it. "I don't trust this shit at all."

Jim took his pill. "Julia says these are just vitamins to help us feel better."

Steve dropped his pill on the ground and Julia noticed it from across the room. "There's no fucking way I'm taking this pill. Fuck that."

Jim looked at Steve. "You're gonna get in trouble."

"Dude, I'm gonna get us the fuck out of here. This fucking place is trying to change us into gays or something, and we need to get out of here fast."

Billy kept eating. "I think they are trying to change us into women."

Steve looked at his friend in shock. "How can you say that and just be eating like nothing is happening?"

He shrugged. "We gotta eat."

Julia waked over and picked the pill up. "You dropped your pill, Stephanie."

He shook his head. "I’m not taking that. No way in hell."

She smiled. "Stephanie, sweetie, these pills are to help you be prettier and more feminine, and..."

Steve stood up. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm a boy Julia."

She looked as his hardening penis and giggled. "Very nice, but you're gonna get me in trouble."

He stared into her green eyes as she pouted. "You don't wanna get me in trouble, do you?"

His cock was at full attention. "I guess not. I wouldn't want that."

She handed him the pill and hugged him. "Oh thank you Stephanie You're a sweet heart."

His cock was pushing up against her. "That's okay Julia."

"I was thinking, maybe I could stop by your room tomorrow night and we could talk, if you want to."

His hard cock was his answer, but he nodded. "I'd like that."

She giggled. "I thought you might. I'm gonna go and escort Tiffany ad Linda back to their rooms, and then I'll come get you guys."

Steve admired Julia's ass as she walked away. "I totally want to tap that ass."

Billy laughed. "Dude, you have a girlfriend. Have you forgotten about Michelle?"

"Not at all, but my cock needs attention."

He sat down and took his pill. "Say, did you guys get a shot in your ass?"

Jim was enjoying his salad. "I think it's hormones. I've already noticed a few changes in my body and I don't get hard as easily as I did before."

Steve wanted to throw his glass across the room, but he thought he might get Julia in trouble if he did. "Shit, that's fucked up. They can't do this shit to people. And, what about that cock thing on the bathroom wall and that thing in the corner of the room."

Jim blushed. "The cock fountain? Yes, the drink is pretty good actually, but..."

"You fucking drink from that thing, " Steve interrupted?

Billy looked down, avoiding eye contact with his friend. "I did too. I was hella thirsty last night, and I couldn't get the sink to work."

Steve was getting angry enough to fight. "These fuckers are trying to make us gay. We've got to get out of here."

"They're trying to make us women is what it is. I don't know why. I heard something about chicks dominating men and women wanting lady boys from one of the girls and..."

Steve nervously grinded his teeth. "So, they want us to sit on that thing in the corner?"

Jim finished his breakfast. "Julia says that's more vitamins and that they have to be taken at the same time orally and... You know. I told her I wasn't doing that, and she says I may be punished if I don't."

Steve looked at Billy in desperation. "I don't know how we'll do it, but we have got to get out of here."

Steve was escorted back to his room and instructed to put on a pink spandex outfit for working out, but he went naked as did Jim and Billy. When he returned to his room, he was very thirsty. The sink wasn't working and the voice again instructed him to use the nourishment dispenser.

He stuck his mouth underneath it and tried to get the fluid to come out as the voice said, "You must make the tip hit the back of your throat to release the liquid. "He walked away. Fuck that shit."

He returned to his room and looked around at the makeup desk. Lipsticks, eye shadows, mascara, foundation and everything a girl would want were there, but he wanted nothing to do with it. The flicker rate of the lighting, the unintelligible noises from the speakers and the images from the TV were starting to give him a headache. He was sure this was subliminal programing of some kind.

He got on the bed and was soon asleep. He was awoken by Julia delivering his meal. He downed his drink quickly. "My, somebody's thirsty. Now you won't have anything to take your pill with."

"Well, I ain't sucking a plastic cock to get a drink."

She shook her head. "Stephanie, it isn't that bad."

He shook his head. "No way, Julia, can't you help me out? Please."

She looked around the room, knowing the cameras were watching. "I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you. You're an angel." She moved in to hug him and he got hard again. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."

She kissed him. "I like you too."

He watched her leave the room as he started eating. She returned with another drink a few minutes later and he took the pill, not wanting to get her in trouble. He knew this could be hurting him instead of helping him.

He was tired and fell asleep face down on the bed. He was awoken by Julia putting a tube in his ass. "What the..."

Julia giggled. "Sorry, sweetie. It's a douche. This is where the liquid comes from, and it will clean you out. All the girls here love it. I feel good after one of these, and you will too."

He didn't put up a fight. The tube went in and he felt his insides fill up with warm water. "Have you tried the trainer yet, " Julia asked him?

"The what?

"The thing in the corner, silly. All the girls are using it. It helps with your figure when you take the liquid medicine in both ends. It gives you a nice feminine ass too."

Steve looked over at Julia. "Look, you know I'm a guy, and I like being a guy, right?"

Julia looked at the camera in the corner by the bed. "Stephanie, honey, don't talk that way. You're gonna be pretty..."

"I don't want to be pretty. I want to be a man, and I love women. Pretty women like you, and I..."

She rubbed his back gently. "You what, Steve? What do you want to do?"

He looked at her with the warm liquid making him uncomfortable. "I just think you're very attractive."

She brushed some hair from her face. "Now, you may want to get into the bathroom sweetie. We don't want a mess in here."

Steve ran to the bathroom to release the liquid inside of him. It was a great relief to him. Strangely enough, he kind of felt better, but he didn't want to admit that to Julia.

The next day was disturbing to Steve. It didn't help that his dreams were haunted by seeing himself in a maid's outfit, cleaning house for a woman. His face was made up pretty. The scenes changed so fast, but he could have sworn there were mages of him being used sexually by men and women and being restrained and spanked by a woman in black.

There was a very detailed dream of him putting on makeup, so much so that he thought he could do it if he tried. He even wondered how pretty he would look. When he showed up at the cafeteria, Bill was there naked, but Jim was wearing a pink dress and pink sandals and all made up. She wanted to be called Jessica, and her demeanor had changed.

Jessica's answer to anything Steve said about getting away was that he should just accept his fate and become the pretty woman he was meant to be. She also kept referring to the two as Stephanie and Bonnie. What further disturbed him was Billy didn't seem to be fighting it or disagreeing with anything Jessica said.

Back in his room, he had cotton mouth and he was fighting the urge to drink from the nourishment dispenser. Julia again brought him two drinks and surprised him with a passionate kiss on the lips, promising him she would see him later.

Julia showed up in a red satin nightie and kissed him again. "I couldn't wait to come here, Stephanie. There's something I've been needing to show you, but I don't want you to hate me."

He shook his head. "No way I could ever hate you Julia. You're the best thing to come out of this experience."

"I think I have feelings for you, Stephanie. Like real special feelings, like we could be girlfriends."

His cock was hard. She knelt down by the bed and began sucking his cock. He gently rubbed his fingers through her hair. "Oh God. Don't stop, Julia, God, yes."

It didn't take long before he was cumming in her mouth. She stood up and kissed him, sharing his cum. He had never had an experience like that with his girlfriend, and he liked it. "It's weird, Julia. I know we barely know each other, but I think I love you."

"Stephanie, " she pulled out her cock that was buried between her legs. He stared at it with his mouth open. This beautiful woman had a penis. His own knowledge of transsexual girls was limited.

He didn't know what to say. "You're a... You were a.... You..."

She smiled. "I'm transsexual, sweetie. Like you. My transition here stated three years ago. They decided to keep one of us on as an employee. I try to help the girls get accustomed to things and..."

"Can I touch it, " he asked without thinking.

She giggled. "If you want to."

He got on his knees and held her cock in his hand. He looked up at her smiling face. "Kiss it, Stephanie. Take it in your mouth. You'll probably have to do it anyway, and I would love to be your first."

He kissed it and licked it before opening up and taking it inside his mouth. It was a little bigger than his, growing to about eight inches. He always felt he was well endowed. "Do you like sucking my cock, baby?"

"A cock attached to suck a beautiful woman, I love it, " he went back to sucking her and soon she had grabbed the back of his head and was gently face fucking him.

"Take my cock, Stephanie. I want you to swallow my load. My gift to you, girlfriend. Ahh, yeahhh."

She erupted inside his mouth. Though a little escaped out of the side, he swallowed it all. It tasted sweet to him. He moved up to kiss her, and they cuddled on the bed. "Can I stay here with you tonight, Stephanie?"

He kissed her passionately. "Please."

They cuddled and later 69'ed for close to an hour before cumming in each other’s mouths at the same time. This was growing into love.

Steve was in a good mood as Julia escorted him to the dining hall. He was still naked, but happy. He he saw Billy, who was now dressed in a red dress and heels and going by the name Bonnie.

"They got to you too, Billy?"

"It's Bonnie, sweetie. And you should accept your fate too, Stephanie."

"What the fuck?"

Bonnie smiled. "Renee stopped by this morning and told me that a nice man is interested in me if I accept my life as Bonnie. He's gonna marry me and I will be his wife. He's rich and..."

Steve shook his head. "No way, Billy. This is not you."

Bonnie got mad. "I would think after all the years I've known you, you would be happy for me. I'm gonna get married to a nice man..."

"Who will fuck you up the ass, " he didn't want to admit what he had been doing last night or what he was willing to do if given the chance. "Billy..."

"Fine, " Bonnie picked up her lunch and left, "I don't want to talk to you right now."

"Billy, come back."

A week had passed since his falling out with Billy. Julia spent one night during the week in his bed with him, talking about their childhood experiences and what they hoped for the future. He stared at the nourishment dispenser in the bathroom. He was thirsty.

"Fuck it, " he took the phallic object into his mouth, and when it touched his throat, he found he could suck liquid out of it. It was a sweet, fruity liquid with a milky quality to it. It was quite good, and he was ashamed that he enjoyed it, though not as much as sucking on Julia.

When Julia came by, he finally snapped. "We've got to get out of here."

"Stephanie, no. We can't. We'll get in trouble."

He had tears in his eyes, feeling emotions that were enhanced from the hormones. "I can't stay here. I just can't. Help me get out of here. Please come with me. We'll figure something out. I promise. You and me together."

She looked at the cameras and sighed. "Follow me."

She led him down the hallway to the room at the end. There were rows of clothes on racks, and over at the opposite wall there was a big dresser. "Help me move this. There is an old door in the back. We'll hop a fence and we're out of here. Hurry. Not much time."

In moments, the dresser was out of the way. He smiled. "We got it. Let's go home."

She opened the door to see three men with guns in their hands. "Julia, why? They gave you a good life here. Now you're gonna be sent to be used by the hard core freaks. They've gonna fuck you up so bad you won't want to live."

She started to cry. "No, I can’t."

He shook his head. "Should have thought of that before you helped this loser."

"Wait, don't, " Steve begged. "I give up. I'll do it. I'll do what you people want. I'll become a girl. Please don't hurt her."

"It's not that simple, " Stephanie. "She violated company rules. We can't trust her anymore, and she has to be punished."

Steve was desperate. "There's got to be a way, Please. I'll do anything."

One of the other guards spoke up. "Now hold on. As I understand it, Miss Edna is buying Stephanie. The rich old lady. She was looking for a second maid, but none of the girls caught her eye. You could ask her. I doubt she will say yes, but you could try."

"Yes, yes, I'll do it. Please."

"Escort Stephanie back to her room., " said the first guard. "I believe Miss Edna is still here some place. If she is, I'll see if we can get her to your room for a meeting. They usually don't want to see their slaves before they are ready though."

Steve sat on his bed, a nervous wreck. What were they gonna do to Julia? Could he convince Miss Edna to take her too? The door opened, and a woman in her late 40's with short black hair entered. She wore a business woman's black pencil skirt outfit with 4 inch boots and black latex gloves.

She looked over at Steve. "Stand up, Stephanie. Let me look at you."

She shook her head. "Pathetic. You're still naked, and it's been over a week. Why haven't you embraced your femininity yet, Stephanie?"

"Because I'm not... " He stopped himself. "I'm sorry, Miss Edna. I'm scared."

"That's not a very good excuse, Stephanie. I'm very disappointed in you. And you want to ask me for a favor?" She paced the floor. "Why should I do a favor for you?"

"Because I need help, and only you can help me."

Edna laughed. "You think that is the proper way to grovel to a superior Goddess, slave. Get on your knees."

Steve complied, and Edna stuck a food in his face. "Clean my shoe with your tongue, slave. Taste the shoe of your Goddess."

"Yes, Miss Edna. " He licked her shoes for all they were worth. "P-Please help me, Mistress."

She smiled down on him. "I could buy Julia too. She's smart like you, and I need sissies who are smart and can follow my orders to the T. But, I need your commitment, Stephanie."

Steve looked at her shoes. "Anything."

She smiled. "Have you tried the trainer yet, my pet?"

He blushed. "No, I haven't."

She pointed to the corner. "Don't you think it's time you did. You should be using it at least twice a day."

He hated himself, but he got up and went to the corner. He sat down on the dildo, unlubed, and that made it hard to get inside. She laughed. "You should have lubed up, sissy. But, I like a sub who likes it rough."

"God, it hurts, " cried Steve and he worked it inside.

Miss Edna went to the corner and pushed his head down towards the dildo in the wall. "Suck it for me, Stephanie."

With his ass still getting used to the dildo inside it, Steve began sucking the dildo on the wall. "You need to move your ass on the other one dear. That's how it works."

Steve was thoroughly humiliated, but he reminded himself this was for Julia.

Miss Edna stood behind him. "You need to get used to this, because as my sissy maid, you will be sucking cock and eating pussy as part of your job when asked. You will be taking my strap on in your sissy hole or a man's cock. And I will feminize you to be a beautiful sissy transsexual. You will be my obedient servant, and occasionally, I may favor you by allowing you into my bedroom. Men aren't allowed in there, but women and ladyboys like you are welcome."

"But piss me off, " she added, "and you will be punished severely, understood?"

She pushed his head back onto the dildo. "Don't answer that. Your mouth has more important things to do, my little cock sucker."

She laughed. "You are mine from this day forward, and you will be the obedient little sissy here. You will obey every order they give. You will dress as petty as possible and carry yourself with class and dignity. You represent me, and I will not be made a fool of. You want your girlfriend to live as my slave, you had better be on your best behavior. She's gonna be in a padded room until I let them know if she's coming with me or not, so you better not fail me."

Steve didn't know what to say. It looked like he had saved Julia, but at the cost of his manhood. Miss Edna was growing impatient. "Oh, for heaven’s sake, I haven't got all day. Move your ass on that thing and suck harder. What's the matter with you, Stephanie?"

Stephanie began working her ass deeper on the dildo. "You've got to go deeper on both ends, dear. That's the only way it dispenses the nutrients."

A few minutes later, the dildos both shot liquids inside her mouth and ass. The liquid had no taste. "This will speed up the transition." She pulled a tampon out of her purse. "Bend over. Let me put this inside you to keep the liquid in there. I want you to absorb the whole thing. Your ass needs all the help it can get."

After she put the tampon in, she waited for Steve to say something, but he said nothing. "Well, I've given you a chance to save that disobedient little trollop. Have you anything to say to me?"

Steve groveled at her feet, kissing them. "Thank you, Mistress. Thank you so much."

She smiled "That's better. You better learn to worship my feet, my ass, my pussy, my whole body. I am your Goddess. Never forget that. In the meantime, I have to go, but you'd better behave."

Renee came to get Steve and smiled when she saw he had put on a blue dress and heels and managed to do a decent job on his makeup. "You look lovely, Stephanie. Your Mistress will be proud."

Stephanie frowned. "Thanks."

Renee giggled. "Cheer up. We're getting your ears pierced today, and your hair is long enough that I think there will be a hair appointment and maybe nails tomorrow. You're on your way to womanhood, girlfriend."

Bonnie saw Stephanie enter the dining hall and hugged her. "I'm so happy to see you've accepted it."

Stephanie frowned. "I had no choice."

Bonnie's cheerful mood was disgusting to Stephanie. The hypnosis and drugs had a strong effect on her and all the others, but Stephanie was more resistant. She knew what was going on and hated it, but she had to accept it to save Julia.

Bonnie couldn't stop talking. "Just think. When we're done here, I'm gonna be marrying a rich man and you'll be serving a rich woman. It's like a dream come true. We are so lucky."

Stephanie chewed her food bitterly. "Yeah, there was some kind of luck involved."

Stephanie returned to the room to see a box on the bed with an inflatable butt plug and a chastity device. Renee smiled. "Oh, it's here. Your Mistress has instructed us to plug you and lock away your clitty from this point forward, so, " she knelt down and lifted up Stephanie's dress and pulled her panties down, putting on the chastity. "There, that's better."

After being plugged, she received instructions. "You know how to inflate and deflate the plug. The cameras are on, so don't think you can get away with not inflating the plug. Your Mistress expects you to use the trainer twice a day. Oh, and feminine mannerisms class begins on Monday. You're gonna be learning a feminine voice as well. So, you will be busy."

In the weeks ahead, Stephanie's feminine appearance became more natural. She was feeling her skin softening from the hormones, and the soreness in her breasts let her know they were growing. The trainer affected her ass and hip area in a way she didn't expect. They were definitely more feminine.

No matter how much the flicker rate of the lighting, the audio and the TV did their thing, Stephanie never truly submitted to any of that. Billy seemed to have jumped right in, but Stephanie knew she was Steve, a man being feminized against his will. He didn't mind looking pretty, though it was a lot of work. It's just that he would be a man if he could. This was out of the question for him now.

The day finally came when Stephanie would be joining Miss Edna. Julia was brought to the room and the two hugged and kissed. In the private moment, they wanted to be intimate, but both were locked in chastity. "That's okay, Julia. At least we will be together."

There was a sadness in Julia's eyes. "Serving a Mistress. A life that's not our own."

"Miss Edna is strict, it's true, but I think she won't mind us being together as long as we always serve her well, " Stephanie said hopefully. "Maybe we can share the same bedroom."

"Maybe, " Julia said with another deep kiss on Stephanie's lips.

Renee entered the room with a couple of collars. "Julia. Sorry to see it end this way for you. They've got me working harder now, but I think Jessica will be the new trainee. Anyway, Miss Edna wants you two to wear these collars. Looks like they have diamonds. Fancy."

The collars had their names and Property of Miss Edna written in gold. She attached a long leash that split off into two directions, one end on Julia and the other on Stephanie. Renee hugged Julia. I'll miss you, Julia. You take care of yourself."

"You too, Renee."

The door opened, and it was Miss Edna. Renee handed her the leash. "Are you girls ready to go?"

"Yes Mistress, " they replied in unison.

"Good girls. Let's go to your new home. You have a lot to learn. I run a tight ship, but I know you two can handle whatever I throw at you. You'll make your Mistress proud if you know what's good for you, " she led the two down the hallway.

A future of servitude awaited the two, but Miss Edna took care of her slaves, paying for beauty enhancements and ultimately gender reassignment surgery for Julia. She said it would be up to Stephanie to choose to have it for herself, but she decided not to have it. She would become a beautiful transsexual woman with something extra in her panties.

As for New Horizons, they continue to kidnap 18 and 19 year old boys and feminize them into transsexual women, whether they want it or not. You hear about them in the news sometimes. They are reported as missing, and nobody ever hears from them again. The company is making a fortune, and it's all under the table.

To The Transgender Community I say, "Be Proud, Be You, Be Happy"

To The Transgender Community I say, "Be Proud, Be You, Be Happy"

 

I think it was the second Trans March that I attended over a decade ago. A Latina trans woman was giving a speech in which she was telling us that we should be proud of ourselves. We should be proud of who we are. I remember the gist of what she was saying.

She said that whether you are transgender, transvestite or just a crossdresser. She stopped herself at that point. You're not "just" a crossdresser, she said. Wherever you are in your journey, you should be proud of who you are.

What she was doing was making a very valid point about the transgender community. We have a pretty big umbrella right now. It's so big, in fact, that there are actually people who don't want to be associated with LGB. We see it more blatantly the other way with the LGB Alliance, and I find this curious and alarming.

I think what some in the trans community with this opinion are saying is that trans issues sometimes get thrown under the bus. They get sacrificed in the name of making gains for the gay and lesbian groups. I'm not going to even unpack that as this isn't the column for that issue. I will say that it's true that we have a big umbrella in transgender community.

You have gender identity, you have gender questioning and you have gender expression. Those in the expression category might just be looking to do things sometimes, and it means different things to different people. These may be people who just want to do something at home, safely behind closed doors.

This may be somebody who wants to present as a female and may even be good at it when they do it. However, most of the time you're going to see them as their male selves. On those days when they are presenting as female, however, they are immersing themselves in the role.

We're evolving in society, and that does scare people. When we start talking about pronouns and such, there are certain people who refuse to even entertain the discussion. They think there's a man and a woman, he and she, and basically they want you to know your place. There is no gray area to them.

Those in the LGBT community would beg to differ with that thought. In fact, where some of those people who are upset about pronouns further lose it is when they assume that somebody who is transgender is gay. That's not necessarily true either. Sexual identity and gender identity are two different things. That's another thing to unpack in a different column.

I just want to speak to the idea of being proud of who you are. When I have been a part of various different forums through the years, such as Sissy School, Sissy Social and Club Sissy, I've always advocated for being proud of who you are and self-acceptance. I've encountered those who can't get out of their own head.

It breaks my heart to see those people who feel they can never do anything. Sometimes, somebody looking to express their gender are unpacking bigger issues. Once they get into the expression of it, they start to ask deeper questions and even come to the realization that they are in fact transgender. They've been buried inside their head for so long, that they haven't been able to get out of it.

The reason I want to support everybody under the trans umbrella is because we're all different. We all have different journeys, and they are unique to you. Your way of doing things and mine may be different, but that doesn't make either way less valid. It's just the way that works for you.

Some people, for instance, are offended by the term sissy. I encountered that in a comment I posted on Twitter. The lady in question said that the word sissy made her want to barf. I get it. Some people get into the sissy idea as a fetish, and other people are offended by that. I got into the sissy idea as I was questioning my gender identity. Sissy to me was better than male and I didn't feel like I could call myself a woman.

When I went to those forums, which is where I started to explore who I really am, I encountered larger issues. It's not a fetish to me, but it's not bad if it's a fetish to somebody else. It's who I am. I have come to accept myself as transgender, and I'm going to be on this journey for the rest of my life.

We have a difficult time discussing gender identity or gender expression. Marriages get broken up for the simple fact that one partner realizes they are transgender and wants to act upon that. The other partner didn't feel they married a trans person, and so the marriage ends.

We also have the expressionists who keep it secret from their partner. There are a lot of secret crossdressers, and usually that's going to be a male who likes to play around with female clothing. Because of the stigma that society puts on such things, many women can't unpack that. If they find out, bad things happen.

I personally believe that it could spice up a marriage if a wife would accept the fact that she's got a husband who has a little bit of sissy in them. They like to dress up a little bit, but it's just something they like to do. It doesn't even mean that they're attracted to men or any of that. They may dearly love their wives and want to express it through dressing up, but they feel like they can't.

I've encountered my share of sissies and transvestites who do this behind their wives backs. This ranges from people who are just dressing up privately and playing with their toys to people who dress up privately and seek other partners. I won't unpack that either, but the dishonesty of going outside the marriage may end the marriage if the wife finds out.

What's interesting is we also have some wives accept that their husbands dress up in women's clothing. Just don't do it around her. Some have wives who sleep around, and they're okay with that. It's an interesting subject for sure. A lot of times, people just stay inside their heads and never come out. 

I certainly couldn't blame a man who thought about dressing up and never did it. They simply watch adult films or read erotica and leave it at that. That was their way of expressing it. They might indulge in a little bit of self-pleasure and put it away until the next time they have that desire.

The only time that really makes me sad is when he might truly be happy expressing himself in female clothing sometimes. Or even, he might unlock some deeper desires that lead to transitioning. If he manages to be happy living inside his mind, then that's great. But if he's denying himself happiness, it makes me sad.

It's a big umbrella we have in the transgender community, and nobody's more right than the other person. We're even debating what it means to be transgender. We can't even agree on the idea of whether you need to be diagnosed as gender dysphoric or not. Some people believe you do, and others do not. That's another topic for another day.

All I will say is, "be proud, be you, be happy." Life is too short, and before we know what it's over. If it's something you want to do and you're not hurting anybody, maybe it's worth taking that chance on your own happiness.