Ms Ammy

I lurk in about 400 groups for “trans women”. These are straight men who have a humiliation/feminisation fetish, and the most humiliating role is to be a submissive woman. It’s purely sexual. They start small and eventually “venture out dressed” and post photos and details about it for wanks. They almost always have one very specific pose or place or piece of clothing or gesture or situation that they reenact over and over again. They take thousands of pictures of themselves and share with other men in the groups. The “being seen” part is central. They begin to realise the most degrading thing would be to be bent over and fucked by a man. This is the ultimate submission. And what tends to happen is that this occasional hobby pulls them in, much like a gambling addiction, and they realise they can’t stop. They take risks. They might meet up and fuck each other. The fantasy deepens. They begin to feel bad and don’t understand why they can’t give it up. They purge all their gear but it emerges stronger each time. They keep pushing further and further. Going into more public situations, coming back to the groups to talk about how daring and exciting it was. But they begin to have difficulty reconciling this deep addiction with their regular life and family situation. Eventually, they begin to tell themselves a different story: the reason I’m “like this” is because I’ve always actually been a woman on the inside. I think this is to deal with the shame. They retrofit their past to suit this new telling. They stop purging and binging on clothes. They tell their wives they have always felt this way. They change their profile names and pictures. Meredith. Candy. Amy-Jane. They want their wives to “too” them. Wives won’t comply. They get divorced. They lose everything but they are momentarily euphoric. “This is who I’m meant to be.” But to make it work, every person, new and old, has to pretend along with them. You have to see a woman, not a creep. They don’t like feeling like creeps. So it’s very important everyone complies. One way to try to prove to themselves that they are not creeps is to join women’s groups and clubs. Get approval from the gals. To prove to themselves and to everyone. To their families. To have a story that makes them out to be brave women not perverted men. But people struggle to see the woman they want to be seen as. Every act of non-compliance shatters the growing, increasingly intense delusion. Depression creeps in. They get angry. The stakes are high. They try to erase their old life and start fresh, they clean up their profiles and admonish any trans woman doing thirsty posts in support groups (but sometimes they forget to leave the fetish groups so you can usually track when this change happens). In every group, they are all at different stages: “John” still trying on his wife’s nylons, “Amber” going to Tescos after dark fully “dressed”, “Meredith” high as a kite because the girls at the nightclub complemented his mini skirt in the women’s toilets, “Cindy” logging in after a work picnic ranting about the colleague who won’t comply. It was during lockdown that a lot of these men started dressing at home full-time. Then they ventured out on the empty streets. The rest is history. If you know the background, it’s hard to see them as anything other than disrespectful narcissists. There are autogynephiles who don’t indulge of course - but almost by its nature autogynephilia is a disdain for women - the most worthless people in the world. In a liberal society it’s hard to know what to do about this situation. I would never be abusive or doxx anyone’s kids. But I would make sure never to comply with the delusion, and once this era of forced compliance is over, when we are free to talk about what “trans woman” actually means, I doubt many other people will either. The men will get the message that it’s not worth it. But right now they are being invited by society to indulge in their own destruction.