Writing prompt

You wake up and you are a girl!

I kill myself immediately

>masturbate
>film myself masturbaing and upload it online
>wear dresses around town nopan and masturbate in public
>tease guys and never give them shit

this day 1
this day 2 if i wake up a girl again

That's the answer of a faggot, ladies and gentlemen.

Am I that girl?
I change my music style to industrial punk folk metal and piss all over my fans.

grimes a qt

I wake up as Claire?

Sure

It's not gay if you're a girl.

>masturbate
>hold hands with other girls

It is, you stupid nigger.

buck teeth, faded hair dye, no musical talent, and little pieces of chinese plastic bullshit mixed with random thrift store outfits
is your idea of cute?

fuck off

Am I a girl version of myself, or just some random girl? Have I entered a universe where I have always been a girl, or do my friends and family also have to adjust to this transformation?

Because either way I'm gonna fucking kill myself. I don't care about experiencing a female orgasm or if it's more intense than a male one. A fleeting erotic experience is not worth a total obliteration of my identity.

>Writing prompt
STOP

what changed

I assume this prompt is for guys only

Infiltrate the feminist regime and dismantle it from the inside

Girls of Veeky Forums you wake up as a boi. What do?

It means you have a desire as a man to know 1.) what it's like to have a female orgasm and 2.) to tease guys. Yeah, that's pretty gay to think that as a guy.

of course. on the internet there are only men and those who used to be men.
am I good looking?

CAMWHORE ALL DAY FOR DAT CREAM
DOLLA DOLLA BILLS Y'ALL

Do gays want to know what is like to have a female orgasm? I was told they are happy with orgasms of same sex.

>total obliteration of my identity.
implying you have an identity in the first place.

Oh wow these boobs is bretty good lmao xd

I guess we can define gay as anything exploratory away from your waspy puritanism

Masturbate furiously

Why is your identity tied to your sex?

What kind of subhuman tranny orce is this?

I prefer Gal Gadot lmao

>Why is your identity tied to your sex?
Everything you understand including your identity depends on the composition of your body.

Because I am a muscular hairy fellow, and I enjoy being a muscular hairy fellow.

Thats a cis woman pal

I too enjoy who I am but would not mind the change.

Play with my boobs indefinitely and masturbate until I pass out

I'd search for an answer why i spontaneously became a chick and would probably end up unearthing an dark ancestral curse or some shit.

Go on as nothing happened. Get married to a man, have children, or maybe become a nun.

I tried to drink away the horror, by the 8th it remained

Oh good, nothing's changed!
*Go about my day as normal*

i met grimes and she was short and smelled like piss so probably take a shower

idk what a writing prompt is but I think I get the gist. Here's something I just typed impulsively

I'm in the process of waking up to find my nightstand meeting me on the right side of my bed as usual and the sun is beaming through the curtains, hitting my blankets. Still squinting due to the sensitively of the light, I reach over to the alarm clock on my nightstand to rotate it to face me as the time shows it to be 11:43a.m. and I sigh as I turn back over to go to sleep, knowing that I absolutely nothing to do for the next five hours of my day, currently thinking about how awful the new Three Days Grace album was.
My chest feels heavier than usual and mildly uncomfortable and I rub said area with my hands, noticing that my breasts are a lot bigger. Confused, I sit upwards to look down and my breast area enlarged to the point where I legitimately have boobs and my heart starts pounding.
1/?

"what the fuck, what the fuck." I keep thinking to myself and I instantaneously take off my gray Quicksilver shirt and sure enough, two large boobs are popping out of my chest. To make matters worse, my arm hair and longer on as I discover my leg hair as well, has vanished. "Is this a fucking dream!?" I say loudly only to discover my voice is two octaves higher and at the point, I rush to my mirror to look at myself, tripping on my long-board in the process. My dad yells "Peter are you alright up there?" and I yell back "Yeah!" in the manliest tone I can muster up.
I stand in front of the door mirror and I almost faint in the process; my hair is the exact same, medium long, black and wavy, but my rotating my body, my back and thighs are curved in a way that resembles a female. I reach down my boxers to feel if my penis is still there, only to discover a slimy, sensitive hole where my cock and balls should be. There's a knock on my door and it's my dad telling me that breakfast is ready and as he says that, I find myself leaning upwards on my bed again, heart racing and I tell him that I'll be down in a minute. I look at my arms and there's hair on them and I rub my chest, only to find it flat and slightly concave, which is normal. "What a weird fucking dream." I think to myself and I flip open my Macbook Air to find a tab open to a thirty minute compilation video of sissy porn, to which I jerk off to before meeting my parents downstairs for breakfast.