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Let me just say that you all are the real ones. To be able to study the pictures with clinical detachment and report back. I took one look, was deeply unsettled and peaced out.
The possibility of that being true doesn't register with them due to a combination of good ol misogyny and delusion. The latter of which is being exacerbated by the technology; i.e., filters, etc. There's this trend on Cancer (TikTok) of the gender swapping filter that I found interesting. Because, of all the dudes I've seen do the swap, none of them turned into ugly women.
So, imagine a terminally online, coom-filled Incel who believes the gateway to happiness would come with a gender swap. "And, hey, if a rinky-dink app can make it a possibility, modern medicine has certainly advanced to make it a reality," as the cherry on top. This is why you have neanderthals obsessing on their (structurally important) brow ridge being shaved as the key to not only passable womanhood, but a badie at that.
Slight PL, but at my job (typical office situation, type deal) there was this wall with pictures of almost all my coworkers gender swapped. Benign thing, to say the least. I don't work directly at that location, so I just happen to visit and saw. Sure enough, they wanted me to take a pic and join in. I noped out of there. I wasn't engaging in the nonsense even for funsies.
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Shit. There's no point in fussing over your forehead if your chin makes you look like Robert Z'Dar.
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Jesus Christ one looks like a urechis unicinctus sewed to a woman and yes tranny your waist and legs are blatantly female. The other looks like a deflated cock and balls.
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In addition to what others said, facial blindness is a factor in a lot of the cases. Autism hits fucking hard.
This implies he had a brain that's in there to begin with.
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The door possessed an unusual beauty.
Its solid oak wood stained in a deep mahogany shade and adorned with an intricate, weathered bronze knob. It bore scars of varied etchings and embossments, highlighting its artistic complexity. Certain details were respectively accentuated by oxblood paint and gold overlay.
A celestial chorus emanated from the other side, just barely audible above a faint whisper, its melodic invitation reaching those fortunate enough to hear. Beams of light seeped through the cracks and seams, casting an ethereal glow upon the door.
You took a step forward.
Gradually, the door swung open, causing the light within to intensify. It wasn't blinding, but it concealed whatever lay beyond. Though, the allure of what awaited inside felt like an abundance of delights and limitless joy. The angelic chorus grew louder, tailoring its lyrics to the recipient.
You took another step forward.
The pull toward the door was almost gravitational, nigh beyond your control. Each step closer evoked both trepidation and excitement, ensnaring you in an irresistible embrace to which you submitted rather than wrestled.
You took yet another step forward.
However, amidst the enchanting melody, a small voice emerged from within, momentarily giving you pause. It was a warning. "Turn back," it urged. Your head cocked in slight confusion.
“Why do those words betray what you behold?” you questioned.
“Should I take heed?” you considered.
“No. It is a trick,” you resolved.
You crossed the threshold.
As you entered, the door slammed and darkness descended, enveloping you in a chilling dread that gripped your soul. The angelic chorus then became a rueful wailing and felt as if it’d been that way all along. Further, despite the absence of light, you could see more vividly than ever. You were surrounded by an overwhelming sense of despair, so much so that it seemed to be seeping out of the walls. Everything was shrouded in a bleak and dismal atmosphere, as if the room itself had been longing for a release from its own hopelessness.
You surveyed the surroundings, turning back to first notice the door was gone. In fact, there was no exit in sight. Trapped, you felt the thick malevolence in the air, making it difficult to breathe. The gentle gravitational pull was now a forcefully invasive push, driving you further into the horrors. You knew you had to find some way to escape, but the growing sense of terror made it hard to think. You were surrounded by the unknown, and there was no telling what would happen next. You had no choice but to move forward and face whatever was waiting for you.
The purpose of your presence became apparent as you stumbled further into the room: the walls were adorned with grisly images. They were images of you, each of you in a macabre and twisted form. Your gaze drifted to the floor, littered with bones. You knew that you would become part of the horror if you did not find a way out soon, but you failed to realize that you could not escape. Then you make an even deeper realization: You had the opportunity to heed this very caution: "Turn back." Despite conflicting emotions, you possessed the ability to stop, gather your thoughts, and consider the voice. But you chose not to.
Desperate, you then cried out, hoping someone would hear and come to your aid. But even amidst your screams, a voice from within the walls called out to you, tempting you to stay with its seductive whispers. The walls closed in around you, and you understood that remaining meant eternal captivity.
Your voice grew louder, and you shouted once more. But this time… "Turn back!" you warned whoever was listening never to enter this room, finding solace in the knowledge that you had done the right thing. Despite the lingering allure of the invitation, you knew you had done everything possible to protect the innocent from the unspeakable horrors lurking within. You pace aimlessly, resigned to your fate.
The door possessed an unusual beauty…
Its solid oak wood stained in a deep mahogany shade and adorned with an intricate, weathered bronze knob. It bore scars of varied etchings and embossments, highlighting its artistic complexity. Certain details were respectively accentuated by oxblood paint and gold overlay.
A celestial chorus emanated from the other side, just barely audible above a faint whisper, its melodic invitation reaching those fortunate enough to hear. Beams of light seeped through the cracks and seams, casting an ethereal glow upon the door.
You took a step forward.
Gradually, the door swung open, causing the light within to intensify. It wasn't blinding, but it concealed whatever lay beyond. Though, the allure of what awaited inside felt like an abundance of delights and limitless joy. The angelic chorus grew louder, tailoring its lyrics to the recipient.
You took another step forward.
The pull toward the door was almost gravitational, nigh beyond your control. Each step closer evoked both trepidation and excitement, ensnaring you in an irresistible embrace to which you submitted rather than wrestled.
You took yet another step forward.
However, amidst the enchanting melody, a small voice emerged from within, momentarily giving you pause. It was a warning. "Turn back," it urged. Your head cocked in slight confusion.
“Why do those words betray what you behold?” you questioned.
“Should I take heed?” you considered.
“No. It is a trick,” you resolved.
You crossed the threshold.
As you entered, the door slammed and darkness descended, enveloping you in a chilling dread that gripped your soul. The angelic chorus then became a rueful wailing and felt as if it’d been that way all along. Further, despite the absence of light, you could see more vividly than ever. You were surrounded by an overwhelming sense of despair, so much so that it seemed to be seeping out of the walls. Everything was shrouded in a bleak and dismal atmosphere, as if the room itself had been longing for a release from its own hopelessness.
You surveyed the surroundings, turning back to first notice the door was gone. In fact, there was no exit in sight. Trapped, you felt the thick malevolence in the air, making it difficult to breathe. The gentle gravitational pull was now a forcefully invasive push, driving you further into the horrors. You knew you had to find some way to escape, but the growing sense of terror made it hard to think. You were surrounded by the unknown, and there was no telling what would happen next. You had no choice but to move forward and face whatever was waiting for you.
The purpose of your presence became apparent as you stumbled further into the room: the walls were adorned with grisly images. They were images of you, each of you in a macabre and twisted form. Your gaze drifted to the floor, littered with bones. You knew that you would become part of the horror if you did not find a way out soon, but you failed to realize that you could not escape. Then you make an even deeper realization: You had the opportunity to heed this very caution: "Turn back." Despite conflicting emotions, you possessed the ability to stop, gather your thoughts, and consider the voice. But you chose not to.
Desperate, you then cried out, hoping someone would hear and come to your aid. But even amidst your screams, a voice from within the walls called out to you, tempting you to stay with its seductive whispers. The walls closed in around you, and you understood that remaining meant eternal captivity.
Your voice grew louder, and you shouted once more. But this time… "Turn back!" you warned whoever was listening never to enter this room, finding solace in the knowledge that you had done the right thing. Despite the lingering allure of the invitation, you knew you had done everything possible to protect the innocent from the unspeakable horrors lurking within. You pace aimlessly, resigned to your fate.
The door possessed an unusual beauty…
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Interesting to note that one of the commenters -- after giving the "every woman's vulva is different" line provided by their dialogue tree -- references to The Great Wall of Vulva which contains *spoiler* a few amholes sprinkled in there.
Now, I'm not going to challenge any of you to go on a Where's Waldo quest in picking them out, because it doesn't matter, and it fails to acknowledge the greater point. It can be in a photo or cast in plaster, when you see it in real life, its a whole different thing,
Lotta copin', lotta sneedin'... Lotta "men can't tell the difference," as if we couldn't see (or smell) the many red flags from far away.
Oh, and we can't forget the obligatory thinly-veiled solicit for legit nudes.
BTW. I went on there and simply replied "no," and guess what I got...?
Worth it.
Now, I'm not going to challenge any of you to go on a Where's Waldo quest in picking them out, because it doesn't matter, and it fails to acknowledge the greater point. It can be in a photo or cast in plaster, when you see it in real life, its a whole different thing,
Lotta copin', lotta sneedin'... Lotta "men can't tell the difference," as if we couldn't see (or smell) the many red flags from far away.
Oh, and we can't forget the obligatory thinly-veiled solicit for legit nudes.
BTW. I went on there and simply replied "no," and guess what I got...?
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yeah these retards live in a vacuum all the posts are like "nice dick/vagina bro" No dissent is allowed. I remember reading a post where someone had the inside out donger treatment and they said "I didn't know my insides would be filled with air" I wish I saved it but I didn't. On another note I will post all my regrets.
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so i know it says almost zero depth
but where is the depth supposed to be? that fold at the bottom? like fucking a fattys skin fold?
at least this passes for grossly unfortunate accident,
was he banned from describing this as botched?
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im trying to post regret images and I keep getting a "enter a valid message" error. What's the problem I am posting them in a spoiler about 8-10 images
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You need to post images as a thumbnail. If that's not it then it'll be a site issue.
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My Detransition Story: The dark truth behind gender dysphoria and transition regret So this isn't anything new or maybe not even particularly horrifying compared to most of the stuff in this thread, but I found this whole video incredibly hard to watch and it fills me with existential dread hearing what this guy did to himself and what he went through because of it, and then him waking up out of his delusion to the horrific reality he now has to suffer from because of it (he not only faced regular tranny "vag" shit problemst, but every time he pooped it felt like razorblades to the point he would hold it in as long as possible..) It's just so deranged on a level that is mind blowing to me that this is not only allowed, but encouraged and celebrated, especially to children. What a world.
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ahhh I suck at the forum.
I have like 50 of these shits.
I have like 50 of these shits.
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Sweet titty-fucking Christ, she turned her leg into a dodgy chicken parmigiana
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(Filters, misogyny, delusion, autism), additionally -- I think they don't really get "beautiful", they get "sexy", and they're extremely degenerate coomers. A normal person looking normal doesn't scream sexual availability, but a troon is openly advertizing its titular fetish and implying a host of others.
", and a fellow troon looks at it and thinks, "it eats da poo poo 
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The Door...
HERE YOU GO
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it's kind of like that twilight zone episode where the monks are guarding satan and satan convinces a visitor to open the door by saying he was wrongfully imprisoned.
the visitor thinks he knows what it's like to be a wronged common man and sympathizes by letting the mysterious guy out, but he actually let out satan lord of destruction and not a wronged innocent villager like he thought.
he defied the word of the guards telling him no, monks that were watching him had told the visitor that it was satan and to never let him out no matter what he says because he's a trickster.
he defies everything and lets out satan because his idea of what's going on is more important to him than what others suggested.
that selfish player1 mode where this guy thought he was gonna be better than better by letting the guy out, but he became one of the worst instead.
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