transhobicrapist

[So the setting I’m imagining for this is something like the back porch of a house party - someplace where there are a lot of people, but you’re in a quiet enclave. The tone is friendly, but pushy, generally escalating the pushiness]

	What… no way.

	[incredulous]

	So you’re saying you’re a trans?

	Oh. So it’s not “a” trans, it’s just trans?

	Right, right, sorry.

	So… like… what kind?

	[laughter]

	What do I mean, what kind? Well, like… you know.

	[faintly flustered]

	I, uh, I don’t know how a lot of the trans stuff works, but I know that it’s a transitive verb, so it means you’re changing FROM something to something else. I’ll admit, I haven’t been able to figure out your gender, & everyone keeps referring to you as “they,” which has been confusing the fuck outta me, since there’s obviously only one of you.

So what are you changing from?

	[puzzled sounding]

	Nonbinary?

	What does that even mean?

	Oh.

	Well, I mean, I guess it’s great that you think that, but… well, you can’t argue with biological reality.

	… what do you mean, there’s more than two genders.

	I hate to tell you this, friend, but there’s only two genders. You’ve got a dick or you’ve got a pussy.

	… okay, yeah, there are people who are, like, mixed up, but that’s pretty rare.

	[surprised]

	What, one in 1500?

	Huh.

	But now I’m curious… what’s your, like, original gender?

	[sounding annoyed]

	You totally had a gender when you were born, that’s how it works.

	[dismissive]

	Oh, don’t bring up the whole “gender is a social construct” bullshit, you sound like some kind of YouTube feminazi. Seriously. What’s on your birth certificate?

	… five pounds, six ounces?

	REALLY?

	C’mon.

	Just… tell me.

	[your voice going a little lower - you’re crowding them into a corner now, in their personal space]

	I mean… I honestly have no idea. I haven’t been able to figure it out, since you’re wearing such baggy clothing, & you’ve got on a bit of makeup, but not enough that I can, like, tell. You might be a really butch chick, you might be a really femme dude….

	C’mon, just tell me?

	[huskier voice - you’re leaning in, right in their personal space]

	I think you’re really cute, if that helps?

	[surprised noise - they’ve just tried to slap you. You’re mad - you’ve grabbed them by the wrist now, & you’re pinning them to the wall by you own body weight]

	C’mon, don’t be such a fucking cunt about it! Just tell me!

	Yes, it is important! I’m just… you’re cute, okay? Really cute. I was going to ask you out, then see if I could make you cum enough that you forgot your own name. But I can’t really go out with someone who claims to be “nonbinary” - that’s not a real thing.

	No, it’s not a real thing.

	People are just humoring you because they don’t want you to throw a temper tantrum when they say otherwise.

	… are you crying?

	For fuck sake.

	I’m just gonna… do this the old fashioned way. Let me just… one arm across your throat - stop struggling, or you’ll pass out, & then I’ll tell everyone you drank too much.

	Yeah, that got you to stay still, didn’t it?

	That’s what I thought.

	Let me just… unbuckle your pants, I can do this one handed, it’s a bitch, but there we go… & I’ll reach into your pants, down into your underwear, &... oh.

	[surprise, mixed with delight]

	Ha!

	You’re turned on by this!

	Oh my god, you fucking freak, you are ACTUALLY turned on by this, holy fuck.

	No, don’t deny it… when I move my hand, you start moaning. Look at this, you’re rolling your hips forward, just a bit.

	Are you getting off on this, you fuckin’ weirdo?

	You ARE!

	I bet that’s why you go along with the bullshit “nonbinary” label - you’re just hoping someone is gonna just use you, to prove your ACTUAL gender.

	… fuck, you’re REALLY into this, aren’t you?

	What if I just did… this?

	Fuck, yes, you’re already so hot & slippery. You want it so badly, don’t you?

	No, I won’t let you go, not when you’re this worked up. C’mon… I’ll make you cum.

	I will!

	[cajoling now]

	I’ll make you cum, you make me cum, we can make it all mutual & shit!

	I can tell you like it, when I rub my thumb like… this, &... fuck, your moaning is all cut off from the arm across your throat, but you’re thrashing so much, & you obviously want it SO badly.

	Are you going to beg me?

	[frustrated]

	For fuck sake, stop denying it. I know you want it. So just say you want it, & it’ll be good for both of us!

	Fine.

	Fucking fine.

	[clothing rustling noises - you’ve pulled your hand out, & are forcing them onto their knees in front of you]

	Fine, you’re too good for that, you fucking… weirdo, you can suck my cock.

	Everyone has a mouth, right? I’m not gonna give in to your stupid delusion, but if it’ll make you feel better… well, I aim to please.

	No, you WILL suck my cock, or I’ll tell everyone what I found in your pants.

	Kinda ruins the androgynous illusion, when I tell everyone you’re sporting a hot -

	Yeah, that’s what I thought.

	[moaning - your belt is being undone, your cock being drawn out]

	Fuck… yeah, wrap your hand around it, jerk it off… just like that.

	Mmm… you’ve got practice with this, huh?

	No, don’t lie. I can tell.

	[almost affectionate now]

	I won’t judge, don’t worry. Just… keep doing what you’re doing, & we’re good.

	[moaning]

	Yeah, kiss the tip, lick it… lick it, do that… oh fuck, yeah, do that… do that thing with your tongue again, that feels… that’s so good, fuck….

	Okay, now open your mouth wider.

	No, wider than that.

	Right. Perfect.

	I’m just gonna… FUCK, your mouth feels good… I’m just gonna… fuck it a bit, yeah… yeah, I’m gonna fuck it, that’s… perfect, yeah, keep doing that thing with your tongue, keep sucking… fuck.

	Sorry, I’m ruining your makeup, aren’t I?

	You know… even without the makeup, I can’t really tell. It’s, uh… you do a good job.

	Of course, I now know what you’ve got, so it’s not like it makes a difference, but I’m sure there are other people who’ll be fooled.

	Okay, fuck, I’m going deeper… oh, fuck, yeah…..

	[moaning & groaning - you’re fucking their throat now]

	Don’t puke on me, don’t puke on me, god, yeah, swallow, just like that, just… keep… taking it, fuck….

	[ad lib more blowjob stuff here - please keep it gender neutral, maybe faintly affectionate, but degrading]

	Fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck, oh FUCK, your mouth is just… so… oh… FUCK!

	I can’t fucking take it, I’m going to cum on your face, let me just… oh….

	[orgasm noises - you’ve pulled out, & you’re cumming across their face now]

	Oh… stop whining….

	[panting]

	It’s not that big a deal, calm the fuck down.

	God, that was a good fucking blowjob, holy fuck. You’re… you’re really good at that.

	[chuckle]

	Practice, huh?

	Yeah, c’mon, let’s get you up….

	How about I make you cum?

	Yeah, no, it’s only fair, since you made ME cum.

	… what do you mean, it’s “dysphoria inducing”?

	C’mon, it’s an orgasm.

	No, I’m not gonna drop it.

	Let me just… push your pants down, there we go….

	I don’t see why you’re so cagey about people knowing about THIS.

	[teasing]

	It doesn’t SOUND dysphoria inducing, by the way you’re moaning.

	Yeah, grab onto my shoulders, that’s right. Just hold on, let me take care of you. You did such a good job, when you let me fuck your face.

	[amused noise]

	No, that doesn’t count as rape. It’s not like I came IN you, & anyway, you could’ve left at any time.

	[quietly]

	I can feel how badly you want this.

	Just admit it, & enjoy yourself.

	Fuck, you’re PULSING - I can feel your heartbeat… let me just….

	Mmm, yeah, keep grinding into my hand. Just like that.

	[concerned]

	Oh, honey… are you crying?

	No, sh, sh, let me make you cum, let me just… yeah, keep grinding, press into my hand. Keep moving your hips, just like that…..

	[more ad libbed forced pleasure - please be vague about body parts]

	You’re gonna cum - I can feel it, your belly is starting to get hard, & you’re shaking.

	C’mon, you freak, cum on my hand, do it. Just cum on my hand, it’s what a normal person would do, you wanna be normal, don’t you?

	[pleased with yourself]

	Yeah, you’re almost there, just… look into my face while you do it, cum, do it, do it…. Fuck, yeah….

	Yeah, ride it out, as you get my hand stickier. I guess I kinda deserve it, considering the fact that my cum is still drying on your face….

	[solicitous tone of voice]

	Fuck… yeah, of course, you can lean on me, there you go….

	That wasn’t so bad, was it?

	Of course not.

	Next time, I’ll fuck you properly, okay?

	And we can see about you wearing clothes for your ACTUAL gender.