the island of misfit toys are all disfigured toys that nobody wants, who are cast off to some island to be forgotten. the misc is a group of brahs with various disfigurements and problems that nobody wants, cast off to bb.com, a relic of the internet to be forgotten.

rudolph saved the misfit toys and brought them to various new homes around the world. who will be the misc's rudolph, guiding us back into society?

Zyzz was.
That's why they had to get rid of him.

hey don't lump us together in the same group

you are a total wacko srs

My love. I am going through something that I don’t know how to tell you. Or even if I should ever tell you. In 8th grade, I was smaller than the other guys. I was more feminine looking. The long Justin Beaver hair that came down to my jaw line. I thought I was normal. I thought I was dressing for the 2007 times. I had a best friend. Him and I did everything together. One Friday night, without my knowledge he stole his older sisters bra and panties. When I came over for a sleep over everything changed. At first it was a joke about getting me to put on the bra and panties. Finally he was able to get me in them.

I was nervous, scared and unsure about wearing them. but at the same time I felt edgy and sexy, but at the same time I felt like I was breaking all the rules. A fire in me was lit it was addicting it felt comfortable. Something inside of me was unlocked.

My best friend jokingly was telling me how hot and sexy I looked he slapped my ass couple times. Then suddenly without hesitation our lips connected. That night we slept together. Over the next 4 years, I would perceive myself as being more feminine. The people around me thought I was gay but I wasn’t. I knew I wasn’t.

My best friend and I have talked about me becoming a woman we talked about me becoming his girlfriend, his wife and then eventually the mother of his child. I was so in love. We were so in love. I started dressing as female more and more. I was presenting female out in the open. I was happy, At 18 I was getting ready to meet a therapist to begin the hormone replacement therapy. I knew this is what I wanted, I knew this is who I am. My best friend was there by my side. He was no longer my best friend but as the love of my life.

2011 we were finally seniors in high school. I was female, i was 5,6 weighing only 140 pounds. I had a thic ass and skinny waist. I started hormones and I was happy, I was in love. I walked, talked, looked everything about me was female. Everyone accepted me, they accepted us. Senior years was starting off simple and a breeze. Until October 28th. Last time I saw him. Dropped me off at home. We spent 2 hours in each others arms. That night, his sister and him were going to some Halloween party. I couldn’t go, do cheer practice the next day.

1:15 am, I woke up to a call by his mom crying. His sister and him were drinking at the party. On the way home she fell asleep at the wheel. Wrapped the car around a telephone pole. He died. She’s now confined to a wheelchair and has a hard time speaking. My heart was in pieces. My future, is gone. The love of my live is gone. I was lost.

I was depressed, didn’t care who I was. Where I was going or how I was going to get there. Over the next four years I changed I got rid of any photos of me as a woman completely erase that part of my life. I started living life as a man. I hated the world. I was angry at the world.

During that time, I missed how I felt, so I would meet guys, just to sleep with them. It was a way to cope with who I was. Some guys would tell me I’m too fem and then others told me I wasn’t fem enough. During that time, I actively got checked for any STI’s.

Then we met, and somehow you turned my life around. I was no longer angry, I was no longer depressed. I was happy... but then it happened. It started to happen in little waves. Putting on your panties while your at work. Or secretly buying women’s clothing and keeping them in my car trunk only to wear them when your out. I have bought my own toys, to pleasure myself when I feel her need to be pleased. Or even using your makeup to do mine. I still can do a bad ass Smokey eye btw.

My love I’m struggling. At 28 I’m struggling. You made me so happy that the women I am is trying to kick the door down to get out. Those desires, wants and needs are beginning to resurface.

You’ve noticed I’ve lost weight. Went from 218 down to 185. At first I could tell you were excited. But now I see the worry in your eyes. You’ve noticed some body hair loss. Am I sick? Am I losing too much weight? No, I’m fine.

we’re coming up on 9 years of his death. I don’t know if this is the reason why I’m going through this or if it has just been long enough that I can no longer be your husband. I need to be your wife.

Please accept me as your wife. But, if you can’t accept me as your wife, then let me go, so I can accept myself as the women I am.

damn, so this is what logoutbrah went through before he registered on misc, all makes sense now

This.
OP has made many posts in the past with "misfit toys" in them.
None of them were miscers.

This actually made me laugh.

Pretty sure there's some beach out there near a toxic waste dump for misfits out there...