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- 27 Lut 2015
Now the rule tends to be blockers at or before age 12, hormones at or before age 16.
And stunted growth, osteoporosis etc before age 30
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Now the rule tends to be blockers at or before age 12, hormones at or before age 16.
Indeed. I imagine fucking with someone's hormones just prior to and during puberty would have some serious repercussions on their health and growthAnd stunted growth, osteoporosis etc before age 30
That explains Liams wierd body and huge head.Indeed. I imagine fucking with someone's hormones just prior to and during puberty would have some serious repercussions on their health and growth
Indeed. I imagine fucking with someone's hormones just prior to and during puberty would have some serious repercussions on their health and growth
I don't get FtM. If you wanna be a boy so bad, why not just wear boy's clothes and let someone bugger you up the arse. Same thing.
I saw the main character's hyper realistic eyes give off a disturbing hyper realistic look of enjoyment and self-gratification as she shoved the packers down her pants.This is officially getting to shitty creepypasta levels of "weird media that had bizzare artwork and plots that suddenly vanishes without a trace." All that's missing now is someone telling us we were actually staring at a blank screen when we were reading transexualiam.
No I am Liam.I saw the main character's hyper realistic eyes give off a disturbing hyper realistic look of enjoyment and self-gratification as she shoved the packers down her pants.
Then blood started pouring out of the screen as "Liam" hyperrealistically crawled out of the screen, blood rapidly draining from his deep dark black eye sockets and shouted "LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME LOOK AT HOW HIP AND COOL I AM!!!!!1" and then hyperrealistically started screeching "DIE CIS SCUM" repeatedly in a bloodcurdlingly shrill girly voice.
I was addicted to it. I read it for days, weeks, years, 24 hours, 7 days a week. Suddenly, it was gone... without a trace. I was depressed. My mother kept trying to convince me that I was only staring at blank screen. After another fight with her, I went to the bathroom to wipe my tears, only to find a huge surprise.
I am Liam.
I saw the main character's hyper realistic eyes give off a disturbing hyper realistic look of enjoyment and self-gratification as she shoved the packers down her pants.
Then blood started pouring out of the screen as "Liam" hyperrealistically crawled out of the screen, blood rapidly draining from his deep dark black eye sockets and shouted "LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME LOOK AT HOW HIP AND COOL I AM!!!!!1" and then hyperrealistically started screeching "DIE CIS SCUM" repeatedly in a bloodcurdlingly shrill girly voice.
I was addicted to it. I read it for days, weeks, years, 24 hours, 7 days a week. Suddenly, it was gone... without a trace. I was depressed. My mother kept trying to convince me that I was only staring at blank screen. After another fight with her, I went to the bathroom to wipe my tears, only to find a huge surprise.
I am Liam.
Then a skeleton popped out.
Amazing anyone could put up that freakish, skeletal visage and think people would see it as "fit" and not deeply pathological and even scary.
I had no idea this comic had ceased to exist. I went looking for it and couldn't find it. I'm super far behind.
Stop body shaming
I had no idea this comic had ceased to exist. I went looking for it and couldn't find it. I'm super far behind.
Wait a year and we may be corpse shaming.
Maybe the author had a moment of clarity and realized what an utterly fucking horrible idea the whole thing was.
Since this comic stopped literally 4 strips in or something I'm willing to bet she ran out of material on anything to say about FtM people, because two of them don't say anything about packers, one refused to explain anything about itself and just devolved into a random cat joke, and the last was Labelle's standard "I don't educate anybody" shtick.