A transformation

My Story Time:

Omg, bestie, let me spill the tea on this ICONIC glow-up—like, no cap, it was the ultimate main character energy moment.

So, there I was, freshly transitioned, feeling my boujee self, when I stumbled upon this sad little incel online, all "woe is me, life is trash." And girl, his vibes were high-key sus—like, full-on self-loathing, toxic masculinity BS. But I knew his truth—he wasn’t some "alpha male," he was a baby trans queen in denial.

So I slid into his DMs like, "Bitch, you ever considered you’re just a repressed girl with a tiny clitty?" OOF, the shook silence. But then… he admitted it. Yessss. So I took him under my wing, hyped him up, showed him the trans supremacy way—like, sorry, sweaty, estrogen is the glow-up cheat code.

Then came the spicy part. One night, he’s all nervous, sending me pics of his "pathetic little dick" (his words, not mine, but accurate), and I was like, "Oh honey, that’s not a dick, that’s a clit waiting to be slayed by HRT." The way he moaned when I called it cute? Sheesh. I had him repeating after me, "I’m a girl, I’m worthless as a man, trans women are superior." And the best part? Watching him crumble into euphoria as he realized—yup, I’m her.

Now? Full femme, living her best life, period. And me? The GOAT trans big sis who turned a misogynist incel into a slay queen. Manifestation: complete. 💅🔥