Once again encountering:
The transfeminine urge for tasty pickles
vs
The transfeminine reality of a loss in grip and muscle strength, preventing opening of the pickle jar.

Hi! I'm Phorm, and I'm a Vixdjinn!

I'm a genie girl, who really likes being a genie, and really likes everything about genies (really)! I'm a bit confused, lost, and trying to find my way, but I always enjoy interacting with folks here. (Trans🏳️⚧️, occasionally NSFW, Be 18+ or please be gone.)

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Profile Art credit to CinnamonSpots!
Avatar by DVixie
Banner image by BlackShirtBoy
Once again encountering:
The transfeminine urge for tasty pickles
vs
The transfeminine reality of a loss in grip and muscle strength, preventing opening of the pickle jar.
*Phorm runs through the area at breakneck speed, holding an oversized, thin-necked, very wide-bottomed bottle over her head with both hands. The bottle is actively smoldering, pink smoke trailing in her wake as she runs. She changes direction erratically to avoid almost comically-timed groups of people that continue to cross her path at every turn.*
*A gigantic, clearly typed label on the bottle reads "TEFF BRAND MASS DJINNIFICATION DEVICE".*
*Phorm runs to the edge of CoHost, preparing to fling the bottle down, only to stop when she sees a group of Chosters gathered below. She stops short of hurling the vessel, looking crestfallen.*
"Some days, you just can't get rid of a bottle!"
Yard Sign I Saw This Morning: NO on T!
Me: Look, I'm already on Spiro. What more do you want from me?
Thank you all for gathering here today. As you all know, I have been entrusted with reading the Last Will and Testament of CoHost.
If we are all seated, I shall proceed with the reading:
"I, the website CoHost, being of sound mind and HTML, do hereby divide up my considerable web assets as follows."
"To the incredibly creative chosters, who used CSS crimes to delight and inspire us all... Who chosted alongside the shitchosters, chosted for everything they possibly could, and made us all laugh in good times and bad... To these noble souls, I leave:"
"A Boot To The Head"
THWACK!!