Help me out, guys
>>7547434
They made Hellenic erra Dynonisius statues very feminine. And they kept pushing it further and further till you eventually ended up with this.
Dynonisius fits femgen better, most of his normal statues look like Andrej back as a boy
>>7547451
Nice. What about /ftmg/?
>>7547434
Why is Hermaphroditus /ftmg/?
>tfw no qt agpg deity
>>7547759
Yeah, Herm seems to have tits and balls which is the opposite of ftmg.
>>7547434
Are we limited to only Greek deities? Because there is a wealth of gods to pick from from Mediterranean alone.
>>7547768
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elagabalus
Make Tu Er Shen /gaygen/'s deity. He is the Chinese god of same-sex love.
>>7547768
Loke, from the nordic mythos.
Frequently dress like a woman for his own reasons, doesn't care much for the other gods, once gave birth to a horse.
>>7547801
This though
>>7547434
Hera = /gaygen/
catty, spiteful and incredibly bitter to her husband's lovers.
>>7548262
Hera also had it in for Dynonisius and liked torturing him so it fits
>>7547434
Baphomet has tits and a dick
But Hephaestus was completely /straight/. Better picks are probably Zeus or Apollo for /mascgen/. They both fucked sweet boipussy, while Heph did not.
>no /gaygen/
>terrible thread desu
>>7548836
Wait, Apollo fucked boipussies too?
Zeus/Jupiter was male, but he liked fucking boys and girls alike. He was known to be one loose cannon. He would've fucked a freakin' stone had he found it attractive!
Cybele aka Magna Mater, the Phrygian/Greek/Roman mother goddess could be called the mother of all mtf trannies along with Attis.
Her priests were Gallae, males who were so in awe of her that they castrated themselves and dressed / lived as women. Attis was the original mtf, he was dommed hard by Cybele and cut off his junk with sharp rocks. Later versions of the story add a trans element where castrated Attis began living as Cybele's handmaiden, dedicated to converting other males to go mtf.
Catullus, Poem 63:
>Attis, when eagerly, with rapid foot, He reached those Phrygian woods, And entered where the goddess was,
>It was there, impelled by madness, by rage, His mind bewildered, With sharp flint, He made fall from him his weight of maleness.
>Therefore, when she felt, That the structure of her body, Had manhood no longer?
>Even while new blood wet the ground's surface? With clear white hands
>She seized the light timbrel,
>The timbrel that is yours, Cybele, Your mystery, as mother of things.
>And making the empty oxhide tremble with her soft fingers, She began to sing, afraid a little,
>Thus to her companions: "Ye Gallae, let us go, go to the mountain woods of Cybele together"
>So soon as Attis, woman yet no true one, chanted thus to her companions,
the revellers suddenly with quivering tongues yell aloud