Ftm Transgender - Tumblr Posts
I'm pretty sure all binder users (including myself) have a "lazy binder." You know, the the one that's almost all stretched out, that barely does it's job. The one you wear when you literally do not want to feel squeezing but hugging. The one that leaves a bit sill visible. The one you use to just pick up something from the store or go out for 5 minutes. You know, like you can't be arsed to actually spend 5 minutes adjusting your good binder when you're just going to the corner.
Tfw your supervisor low key tells you the only way to be happy with myself is to lose the weight you stored up for your transition and alludes to lifting as the only way to get in shape.
just cause I'm unhappy with my biological sex does not make me unhappy with my size. Although I'm happy that I'm at a decent weight rather than it just steadily increasing.
"You were right about hormones" yeah no fucking shit I've been transitioning for 5 years and your pansy ass has had to adjust in 2 weeks cause if you are transphobic my supervisor will fire your ass faster than you can say "GIIIIRRRL."
Reblog to let your followers know you are a safe person to come out to.
I loved this! It was great and I could really relate as a genderfluid person. Thanks so much for writing it, I hope others like it too, regardless of their gender
Transition
Pairing: Hamilsquad x ftm!reader
Prompt: anon asking about a trans reader again. (thank you for your response- it made me super happy) if i could request a ftm reader just starting to transition and the hamilsquad leaves little notes of encouragement to help them with their day? thank you so much. <3 Anonymous
TW: dysphoria, misgendering
Word Count: 1146
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It was your first day wearing a binder.
It felt…odd, but right. This was something you’d wanted to do, needed to do, for some time, and now that you were finally moved in with your boyfriends, it was the first chance you’d get to do this and do it right. You stared at yourself in the mirror a while longer, turning to the side to take all of this in. Your chest was flatter, but you still looked a bit feminine…
You frowned, wondering how many of your co-workers would comment on it, making rude, and misgendering comments the whole way. You sighed, blinking a bit as you caught sight of a sticky note at the corner of the bathroom mirror. The others had already left for work for the day, so they must have left this before you…
You picked up the note, smiling to yourself as you found Lafayette’s handwriting awaiting you. ‘You look handsome today, mon amour!’ The note was small, but the words made your heart flutter. You’d made sure they knew what you were starting today, but that hadn’t meant you weren’t nervous. You needed this little boost…
You’d have to make sure to thank Laf later.
You had work a whole two hours after your boys left for the day, so, for the moment, it was just you, getting ready for the morning with all of these thoughts swimming in your head. You were anxious…this was a big step. You were just about to leave the bedroom for the kitchen, when you saw another sticky note on the door frame, this one from John. ‘Don’t forget your tie, baby boy!’
You quickly checked around your neck finding, yes, you’d forgotten your tie… thank you John!
With a little more of a spring in your step, and both of the notes in the pocket of your work slacks (That used to be Alex’s, but he didn’t use them, and Hercules hemmed them to fit you), you headed for the kitchen. You had just enough time to grab a lunch together, and get out the door. Perfect. You were slipping your coat on as your still bare feet hit the tile of the kitchen, as opposed to the carpet of the hall. On the counter, waiting for you, there was a paper bag, a muffin, and yet another sticky note, this one from Hercules.
‘Most important meal, stud muffin, don’t forget it!’ You couldn’t help the blush and the smile now adorning your face, as though you wanted to. Yet another note to add to your little collection. You quickly finished the last that you had to do to get ready to go, slipping on your shoes, and grabbing your bag, pouring yourself a bit of coffee into your travel mug. Then you saw the front door, wth four more post its.
‘Bonne journée!’ With little hearts written around the words.
‘Go get ‘em stud muffin!’
‘We love you, baby boy, you’ve got this!’
And your personal favorite,
‘Alex was using all of the post its by writing an essay for you so we took away his post-its.’
You gathered all of them up, and held them close a moment, like you could absorb all of that love and acceptance before you had to leave. You put them into your pocket, and started for your little desk job downtown.
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Work was off to a rocky start. You’d been right. Practically the moment you walked in, people were making comments about your state of dress, how it was ‘unladylike’, how they were ‘shocked your boyfriend would let you leave in his clothes like that.’ It made your blood boil. It was really starting to wear on you after a while, too. But once you were in your cubicle, which was decorated with pictures of you, and your boyfriends, and you’d put up the little sticky notes from this morning, things felt like they were on the rise.
These assholes could say whatever they wanted, but they would not, under any circumstances, take this away from you.
Lunch came soon enough, and you elected to eat it at your desk, opening the little paper bag, which you’d discovered had little star stickers all over it. You suspected Alex was behind that one. Inside was a soda, a sandwich, and a little pack of cookies, which made you smile. It was like a parent packing their kid’s lunch..made you sort of nostalgic. The sandwich bag was even a Finding Nemo one, thank you Hercules.
‘We’re so proud of you, handsome. Keep it up.’ It looked as though they’d all pitched in on this one…and it made you feel so much better as a whole, just staring at it for a moment or two. You needed this today. And you would get through today.
You would get through today.
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Five o’clock rolled around soon enough, and you certainly weren’t lingering in your little cubicle, waiting for someone to pile more work on your desk. You had someone to get home to, and you weren’t going to waste time here. You crammed onto the subway, and began riding it towards the stop where your apartment was nearest. It was busy, this Monday evening. You gave up a seat as a pregnant mother, and her six year old daughter got onto the train. The mother seemed amazingly grateful, and for the next few minutes, the both of you made small talk.
As you were getting off, you heard the little girl ask why ‘she’ was dressed like that, to which her mother responded
“He probably just got off of work.”
That made you smile, and put yet another spring in your step as you headed home, passing the musician who was playing in the station. You fished in your pocket for the spare change from where you’d gotten a drink earlier, and dropped it with a smile into his open guitar case.
“Thanks, man!”
It’s been a good day.
You practically jogged home, wanting to see your boys, and thank them for the sweet words that got you started this morning.You fumbled your keys out of your pocket, and unlocked the door, finding Alex leaning into Lafayette’s side on the couch, John cooking dinner, and Hercules working on some kind of new project at the kitchen table.
All of them looked up as the door opened, laughing and smiling as they came to see you.
“There’s the stud!”
“(Y/N)!”
“Welcome home, baby boy!”
“How was work, mon amour?”
They were swarming you, a bright beam on your face as you closed the door behind you.
Yeah, there might be asshole people. There might be rough days, and shitty situations. But you were you. And you were happy. And as long as you had your boyfriends, no one would be taking that away.
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OKAY SO I’D REALLY LIKE SOME FEEDBACK ON THIS ONE FROM MY FTM PEEPS. WAS THIS OKAY? IS THERE ANYTHING I NEED TO CHANGE? YOU GUYS ARE SO AMAZINGLY LOVED DO NOT EVER FORGET THAT AND YOU ARE VALID NO MATTER WHAT ANYONE TELLS YOU
Love, Rosalie
Like so sorry but after spending 80% of my childhood being sexually harassed (for being seen as a girl) and being sexually harassed (for being trans) and being plain ol' harassed (for being a freak) and being sexually harassed again (for being a freak), I just think you're being maliciously ignorant if you try to claim trans men... don't face misogyny? Or just, violence in general, or even violence specific to us.
This is no longer a debate for me, y'all are just... wrong. On purpose.