u/ArentWeAllBored

Make me a mom. Go ahead. And don't make it fun. Perhaps I made a rude comment, or maybe I actually did something- or maybe I didn't and this is all just a case of mistaken identity.

Regardless, my life is hell now.

I'm older now- with less energy than I used to have. And there's my husband. I get that he works, but I could use at least some help around the house. Even when the place is empty, and I feel like I should have peace, I don't get a break. I'm constantly scurrying around, cleaning, scrubbing, and cooking.

And even when I actually do get free time- it's horrible. Yeah, I'm supposed to be relaxing, but plastering on a fake smile as I sit with a bunch of other obnoxious moms and talk with them about the latest stupid book or how well Madison did on her test or where I got my shoes at. All the mindless prattle drives me crazy.

Looking at myself in a mirror is always a shock. There's bits of me- bits of the old me still in there. My eyes, still the same color. But most of me has changed. The breasts on my chest, the muffin top that pooches over the waist of my jeans. Those are different. I'm not exactly the sexiest mom on the block, and the frumpy wardrobe I've been supplied doesn't help.

So- make me a mom.

Sentence me to a mindless slice of life suburban hell. A once promising young man, now condemned to cook, clean, keep her husband satisfied and- have his children.

....

Hello!

Today, I'd like to play out a story where I'm turned into a mom. Not, mind you, an over the top sexy MILF. No, in this story, I'm turned more into a typical suburban mom, constantly exhausted by dealing with her children and husband. I wouldn't be a bombshell playboy bunny type.

I'm looking for someone who would be willing to either play my husband, or do a GM type role. I would love to do a realistic slice of life style story.

If you're interested, please PM me!

Make me a mom. Go ahead. And don't make it fun. Perhaps I made a rude comment, or maybe I actually did something- or maybe I didn't and this is all just a case of mistaken identity.

Regardless, my life is hell now.

I'm older now- with less energy than I used to have. And there's my husband. I get that he works, but I could use at least some help around the house. Even when the place is empty, and I feel like I should have peace, I don't get a break. I'm constantly scurrying around, cleaning, scrubbing, and cooking.

And even when I actually do get free time- it's horrible. Yeah, I'm supposed to be relaxing, but plastering on a fake smile as I sit with a bunch of other obnoxious moms and talk with them about the latest stupid book or how well Madison did on her test or where I got my shoes at. All the mindless prattle drives me crazy.

Looking at myself in a mirror is always a shock. There's bits of me- bits of the old me still in there. My eyes, still the same color. But most of me has changed. The breasts on my chest, the muffin top that pooches over the waist of my jeans. Those are different. I'm not exactly the sexiest mom on the block, and the frumpy wardrobe I've been supplied doesn't help.

So- make me a mom.

Sentence me to a mindless slice of life suburban hell. A once promising young man, now condemned to cook, clean, keep her husband satisfied and- have his children.

....

Hello!

Today, I'd like to play out a story where I'm turned into a mom. Not, mind you, an over the top sexy MILF. No, in this story, I'm turned more into a typical suburban mom, constantly exhausted by dealing with her children and husband. I wouldn't be a bombshell playboy bunny type.

I'm looking for someone who would be willing to either play my husband, or do a GM type role. I would love to do a realistic slice of life style story.

If you're interested, please PM me!

You barely noticed me. No one really noticed me. That was good. I didn’t want to be noticed. I kept my head down, and tried to get through the day. The way I dressed, though meant to not to flaunt anything, set me apart from the crowd, and in some ways, drew more eyeballs towards me. I was wearing a long beige skirt that flowed down to my ankles, a pair of plain white knee high socks, and some faux leather black flats that were nearly worn out. On my torso, I wore a boring white blouse, and over it, an old beige cardigan that looked as if it had been stolen from a grandmother’s closet. My long, lank brown hair hung down just past my waist, messy and hardly combed. Thick glasses magnified my blue eyes to an almost comical extent. I wore no makeup. On a thin gold chain, a small golden cross hung from my neck.

I kept my head down as I made my way through the hallway. In a world where most girls wore yoga pants, or shorts, my dowdy sense of fashion made me look horribly dated. I never spoke, I never asked questions. I knew others talked about me, I was that girl. I was the weird girl.

I thought back to how I ended up like this. I was your typical frat boy. Obnoxious, loud, a partier, a drinker. I had pissed someone off, and my fate was this- to wander about campus the rest of my college years as a frumpy little weirdo.

...

Hello. This is a bit of an unusual story today. It's an idea I've played with before, but I think this one is a little more fleshed out. It's about being transformed, but rather than becoming a bombshell, I become a weird, nerdy, frumpy girl. I would be interested in including some slob or hygiene elements, but this is not a necessity.

I enjoy lots of slice of life details, especially when it comes to things like clothes. If you're interested, please PM me.

You barely noticed me. No one really noticed me. That was good. I didn’t want to be noticed. I kept my head down, and tried to get through the day. The way I dressed, though meant to not to flaunt anything, set me apart from the crowd, and in some ways, drew more eyeballs towards me. I was wearing a long beige skirt that flowed down to my ankles, a pair of plain white knee high socks, and some faux leather black flats that were nearly worn out. On my torso, I wore a boring white blouse, and over it, an old beige cardigan that looked as if it had been stolen from a grandmother’s closet. My long, lank brown hair hung down just past my waist, messy and hardly combed. Thick glasses magnified my blue eyes to an almost comical extent. I wore no makeup. On a thin gold chain, a small golden cross hung from my neck.

I kept my head down as I made my way through the hallway. In a world where most girls wore yoga pants, or shorts, my dowdy sense of fashion made me look horribly dated. I never spoke, I never asked questions. I knew others talked about me, I was that girl. I was the weird girl.

I thought back to how I ended up like this. I was your typical frat boy. Obnoxious, loud, a partier, a drinker. I had pissed someone off, and my fate was this- to wander about campus the rest of my college years as a frumpy little weirdo.

...

Hello. This is a bit of an unusual story today. It's an idea I've played with before, but I think this one is a little more fleshed out. It's about being transformed, but rather than becoming a bombshell, I become a weird, nerdy, frumpy girl. I would be interested in including some slob or hygiene elements, but this is not a necessity.

I enjoy lots of slice of life details, especially when it comes to things like clothes. If you're interested, please PM me.

I stood looking in the mirror. I was standing, and gently fluffed my skirt and petticoats. I turned partially, to get a good look at my back. All straps were in order, all bows primly tied. I turned to face the mirror again. My frilly white cap sat perfectly upon my head. My hair had been pulled back into a tight bun, sensible for doing housework in. My legs were encased in tights, and my feet were clad in a pair of 3 inch black closed toed pumps.

In my right hand, I held the iconic item of a maid; a feather duster. I spent many days flitting around the estate dusting. Dusting, dusting, dusting. It was a monotonous, idle task. I dusted picture frames, shelves, trophies, and the lid of a baby grand piano. Sometimes I ironed suits, other times I washed clothes. Sometimes I found myself on my knees, a bucket of soapy water by my side as I cleaned the floors. There were other times when I found myself on my knees.

Many times I was required to serve at parties. I carried around plates full of champagne glasses and made sure the guests were well taken care of.

And then there were times when master and mistress made me entertain the guests privately...

...

Hello there!

I am looking for a partner interested in a story where a man is forcibly feminized into a maid and forced to serve. The owner of the maid could be either a man or a woman, I'm not very picky about that. I enjoy lots of little details, especially when it comes to outfits and how my character is transformed.

If you're up to it, I could play this in a historical setting too, and be an old fashioned English maid in the Victorian era.

Thanks for reading!

Make me a mom. Go ahead. And don't make it fun. Perhaps I made a rude comment, or maybe I actually did something- or maybe I didn't and this is all just a case of mistaken identity.

Regardless, my life is hell now.

I'm older now- with less energy than I used to have. And there's my husband. I get that he works, but I could use at least some help around the house. Even when the place is empty, and I feel like I should have peace, I don't get a break. I'm constantly scurrying around, cleaning, scrubbing, and cooking.

And even when I actually do get free time- it's horrible. Yeah, I'm supposed to be relaxing, but plastering on a fake smile as I sit with a bunch of other obnoxious moms and talk with them about the latest stupid book or how well Madison did on her test or where I got my shoes at. All the mindless prattle drives me crazy.

Looking at myself in a mirror is always a shock. There's bits of me- bits of the old me still in there. My eyes, still the same color. But most of me has changed. The breasts on my chest, the muffin top that pooches over the waist of my jeans. Those are different. I'm not exactly the sexiest mom on the block, and the frumpy wardrobe I've been supplied doesn't help.

So- make me a mom.

Sentence me to a mindless slice of life suburban hell. A once promising young man, now condemned to cook, clean, keep her husband satisfied and- have his children.

....

Hello!

Today, I'd like to play out a story where I'm turned into a mom. Not, mind you, an over the top sexy MILF. No, in this story, I'm turned more into a typical suburban mom, constantly exhausted by dealing with her children and husband. I wouldn't be a bombshell playboy bunny type.

I'm looking for someone who would be willing to either play my husband, or do a GM type role. I would love to do a realistic slice of life style story.

If you're interested, please PM me!

Make me a mom. Go ahead. And don't make it fun. Perhaps I made a rude comment, or maybe I actually did something- or maybe I didn't and this is all just a case of mistaken identity.

Regardless, my life is hell now.

I'm older now- with less energy than I used to have. And there's my husband. I get that he works, but I could use at least some help around the house. Even when the place is empty, and I feel like I should have peace, I don't get a break. I'm constantly scurrying around, cleaning, scrubbing, and cooking.

And even when I actually do get free time- it's horrible. Yeah, I'm supposed to be relaxing, but plastering on a fake smile as I sit with a bunch of other obnoxious moms and talk with them about the latest stupid book or how well Madison did on her test or where I got my shoes at. All the mindless prattle drives me crazy.

Looking at myself in a mirror is always a shock. There's bits of me- bits of the old me still in there. My eyes, still the same color. But most of me has changed. The breasts on my chest, the muffin top that pooches over the waist of my jeans. Those are different. I'm not exactly the sexiest mom on the block, and the frumpy wardrobe I've been supplied doesn't help.

So- make me a mom.

Sentence me to a mindless slice of life suburban hell. A once promising young man, now condemned to cook, clean, keep her husband satisfied and- have his children.

....

Hello!

Today, I'd like to play out a story where I'm turned into a mom. Not, mind you, an over the top sexy MILF. No, in this story, I'm turned more into a typical suburban mom, constantly exhausted by dealing with her children and husband. I wouldn't be a bombshell playboy bunny type.

I'm looking for someone who would be willing to either play my husband, or do a GM type role. I would love to do a realistic slice of life style story.

If you're interested, please PM me!

Make me a mom. Go ahead. And don't make it fun. Perhaps I made a rude comment, or maybe I actually did something- or maybe I didn't and this is all just a case of mistaken identity.

Regardless, my life is hell now.

I'm older now- with less energy than I used to have. And there's my husband. I get that he works, but I could use at least some help around the house. Even when the place is empty, and I feel like I should have peace, I don't get a break. I'm constantly scurrying around, cleaning, scrubbing, and cooking.

And even when I actually do get free time- it's horrible. Yeah, I'm supposed to be relaxing, but plastering on a fake smile as I sit with a bunch of other obnoxious moms and talk with them about the latest stupid book or how well Madison did on her test or where I got my shoes at. All the mindless prattle drives me crazy.

Looking at myself in a mirror is always a shock. There's bits of me- bits of the old me still in there. My eyes, still the same color. But most of me has changed. The breasts on my chest, the muffin top that pooches over the waist of my jeans. Those are different. I'm not exactly the sexiest mom on the block, and the frumpy wardrobe I've been supplied doesn't help.

So- make me a mom.

Sentence me to a mindless slice of life suburban hell. A once promising young man, now condemned to cook, clean, keep her husband satisfied and- have his children.

....

Hello!

Today, I'd like to play out a story where I'm turned into a mom. Not, mind you, an over the top sexy MILF. No, in this story, I'm turned more into a typical suburban mom, constantly exhausted by dealing with her children and husband. I wouldn't be a bombshell playboy bunny type.

I'm looking for someone who would be willing to either play my husband, or do a GM type role. I would love to do a realistic slice of life style story.

If you're interested, please PM me!

Make me a mom. Go ahead. And don't make it fun. Perhaps I made a rude comment, or maybe I actually did something- or maybe I didn't and this is all just a case of mistaken identity.

Regardless, my life is hell now.

I'm older now- with less energy than I used to have. And there's my husband. I get that he works, but I could use at least some help around the house. Even when the place is empty, and I feel like I should have peace, I don't get a break. I'm constantly scurrying around, cleaning, scrubbing, and cooking.

And even when I actually do get free time- it's horrible. Yeah, I'm supposed to be relaxing, but plastering on a fake smile as I sit with a bunch of other obnoxious moms and talk with them about the latest stupid book or how well Madison did on her test or where I got my shoes at. All the mindless prattle drives me crazy.

Looking at myself in a mirror is always a shock. There's bits of me- bits of the old me still in there. My eyes, still the same color. But most of me has changed. The breasts on my chest, the muffin top that pooches over the waist of my jeans. Those are different. I'm not exactly the sexiest mom on the block, and the frumpy wardrobe I've been supplied doesn't help.

So- make me a mom.

Sentence me to a mindless slice of life suburban hell. A once promising young man, now condemned to cook, clean, keep her husband satisfied and- have his children.

....

Hello!

Today, I'd like to play out a story where I'm turned into a mom. Not, mind you, an over the top sexy MILF. No, in this story, I'm turned more into a typical suburban mom, constantly exhausted by dealing with her children and husband. I wouldn't be a bombshell playboy bunny type.

I'm looking for someone who would be willing to either play my husband, or do a GM type role. I would love to do a realistic slice of life style story.

If you're interested, please PM me!

Make me a mom. Go ahead. And don't make it fun. Perhaps I made a rude comment, or maybe I actually did something- or maybe I didn't and this is all just a case of mistaken identity.

Regardless, my life is hell now.

I'm older now- with less energy than I used to have. And there's my husband. I get that he works, but I could use at least some help around the house. Even when the place is empty, and I feel like I should have peace, I don't get a break. I'm constantly scurrying around, cleaning, scrubbing, and cooking.

And even when I actually do get free time- it's horrible. Yeah, I'm supposed to be relaxing, but plastering on a fake smile as I sit with a bunch of other obnoxious moms and talk with them about the latest stupid book or how well Madison did on her test or where I got my shoes at. All the mindless prattle drives me crazy.

Looking at myself in a mirror is always a shock. There's bits of me- bits of the old me still in there. My eyes, still the same color. But most of me has changed. The breasts on my chest, the muffin top that pooches over the waist of my jeans. Those are different. I'm not exactly the sexiest mom on the block, and the frumpy wardrobe I've been supplied doesn't help.

So- make me a mom.

Sentence me to a mindless slice of life suburban hell. A once promising young man, now condemned to cook, clean, keep her husband satisfied and- have his children.

....

Hello!

Today, I'd like to play out a story where I'm turned into a mom. Not, mind you, an over the top sexy MILF. No, in this story, I'm turned more into a typical suburban mom, constantly exhausted by dealing with her children and husband. I wouldn't be a bombshell playboy bunny type.

I'm looking for someone who would be willing to either play my husband, or do a GM type role. I would love to do a realistic slice of life style story.

If you're interested, please PM me!

I stood looking in the mirror. I was standing, and gently fluffed my skirt and petticoats. I turned partially, to get a good look at my back. All straps were in order, all bows primly tied. I turned to face the mirror again. My frilly white cap sat perfectly upon my head. My hair had been pulled back into a tight bun, sensible for doing housework in. My legs were encased in tights, and my feet were clad in a pair of 3 inch black closed toed pumps.

In my right hand, I held the iconic item of a maid; a feather duster. I spent many days flitting around the estate dusting. Dusting, dusting, dusting. It was a monotonous, idle task. I dusted picture frames, shelves, trophies, and the lid of a baby grand piano. Sometimes I ironed suits, other times I washed clothes. Sometimes I found myself on my knees, a bucket of soapy water by my side as I cleaned the floors. There were other times when I found myself on my knees.

Many times I was required to serve at parties. I carried around plates full of champagne glasses and made sure the guests were well taken care of.

And then there were times when master and mistress made me entertain the guests privately...

...

Hello there!

I am looking for a partner interested in a story where a man is forcibly feminized into a maid and forced to serve. The owner of the maid could be either a man or a woman, I'm not very picky about that. I enjoy lots of little details, especially when it comes to outfits and how my character is transformed.

If you're up to it, I could play this in a historical setting too, and be an old fashioned English maid in the Victorian era.

Thanks for reading!