“To pack or not to pack?” asks Original Plumbing, a magazine for trans males.
The answer: yes, sometimes, no, I used to, and never.
OP writer Rocco unpacks his history of silicone dickery in a fascinating article about the unwritten rules of padding your pants. At first, he thought it was gross to involve “man parts” in what was then a lesbian relationship; later he learned to love how manly it made him feel; and then eventually he came to love his body just the way it is.
We particularly love his recounting of a shocked stripper who grabbed his crotch, expecting something very different from what she found.
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A handful of other trans males weigh in:
- My introduction into the world of packing was through my friend. He would only pack when going out dancing. I’d say ninety percent of the time he’d just leave his dick lying around his apartment. I’d come over, sit on his couch, feel something oddly squishy against me and it would be his packer.
- It feels so different to have something there. To fill your pants with a bulge. I feel more confident especially because I wear skinny jeans.
- I was also always really paranoid that it would fall out of my pants, even when it was really securely in there.
- I had a homemade packer for a long time. It didn’t look like much, but it felt right and sat right, and I just liked it a lot.
- A couple of times I remember being in a public restroom and having the packy fall out of my underware, making a loud “splat” sound echo through the bathroom as it hit the ground.
patrick
WHY are non-transmen excluded from this question?
I sometimes pack more than one fake wiener in my pants – especially if I’m going to church.
Who couldn’t use a little extra every now and then?
greenluv1322
Yay!
Keltu
Are you implying The King wears a fake penis?
Ben
ROYAL RAINBOW!