I had scratched and clawed to even get into this college, and I wasn't going to let some bad luck stop me.

Sure, federal cuts meant that both the work-study program and my scholarship grants disappeared overnight, but I couldn't just give up on school. I'd spend far too many sleepless nights studying, too many hours refining my application, too many years in clubs I didn't even like just to round out my resume. So quitting was not an option.

Unfortunately, that meant that there was only one option, an option that actually made quitting seem like a good idea.

There was a club outside town, with a clientele of unique women. They had particular tastes, and need for young women to fulfill them. Picture a mix of a Hooters and a strip joint, a kinky establishment where harassment was encouraged, and tips only came to girls that played into it. Employee uniforms were so skimpy that you could get arrested for indecent exposure while taking out the garbage, and heels were a firm requirement. Simply put, it was a hotbed of humiliation, objectification, and Futa fun.

Only kinky freaks would ever consider working there...right?

Wrong, as it turned out. That's how this tomboy, who used to value her self respect, ended up mincing about the tables in a g string, looking to the newest group of hung patrons as they took their seats.

"How may I help you tonight?" I asked with a chipper smile, hoping that they tipped well. When they did...the money was unbelievable.

"Oops, I dropped my phone" snickered one. "Can you pick it up?"

I looked down at the purposefully dropped IPhone and dutifully bent over in my g-string.

SMACK

"Here you go..." I blushed, brushing off the spank. "So, can I start you off with drinks?"

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So I'm looking to play as a girl who is normally shy, tomboyish, modest and boring, but who can flip a switch when her job starts and wind up more popular than anyone. I'm looking for literate, cool and creative partners, so if you're interested, hit me up and we can discuss more. If you really want to stand out (or get a response at all) make sure to use the password Being Helped somewhere in your message.

This was ridiculous.

I was a well respected woman who ought to be in charge of my own autonomy. Unfortunately, I was also a sucker for a hot girl with a commanding voice, which had led me into a decidedly un-respectable predicament.

I stood in the starting line with the others, averting my eyes as you and the other dommes idly chatted. Apparently being a devious lesdom can get lonely without some fellow gals to talk shop with, so your group had been meeting for quite some time. And for your own enjoyment, you'd arranged this competition between all your subs.

The goal? Find the key. It would be able to unlock any of our belts and free us from what had been weeks of torturous denial.

The challenges? Who knows, but I had to imagine they'd be naughty, humiliating and entertaining for woman of your persuasion. The first one certainly was. We were all wearing nothing but the belts and locked-on heels, about to streak naked through town in search of the next clue. The sad thing is that I actually like puzzles, scavenger hunts escape rooms, assuming that I can do them clothed!

"On your marks..."

I winced.

"Get set..."

I wasn't going to really do this, was I?

"Go!"

Yeah, I was! I needed that key!

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Sort of a dumb idea, but I'm looking to play a girl in a competition to get unlocked. I'm looking for literate partners and prefer discord. Plus, if you really want to show me you've read everything, include the phrase you'd want etched on my belt as your password.

I had left the halls of this institution as a rather unremarkable and unkempt young man. Everyone knew of me, but few people knew me, and most thought I wasn't worth much time. They certainly didn't expect this shaggy, brown haired dork to return to their reunion as a stacked and stunning blonde!

You guided me inside, just as you guided me everywhere. You are in charge, after all, and I was merely your sissy. It was my job to serve and please you, and to become your ideal wet dream. It was safe to say that after all the alterations to made to me, that I'd become just that.

Still, more of the old me shone through now than it had in months as I walked into my old school. Nerves. Awkwardness. It was so strange to look at all these familiar faces, so embarrassing to think of the cage and plug hidden underneath my pink dress.

But you liked that. This was going to be a fun night for you, and you were going to make sure everyone got very acquainted with the new me.

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A few disclaimers before you message me:

I'm only looking for literate partners. I prefer 1-4 paragraphs per post of good writing. You don't have to be a published author or anything, but put in effort.

In that same vein, I'm not looking for people who just want to rp owning and banging a sissy. This isn't an rp about you ing me, it's an rp about fuck you humiliating me. Humiliation is my biggest kink and there are many potential version of this rp that leave me immensely satisfied without your character's pants coming down.

At this point, if you've read everything, make sure you message me with the password RSVP so I know you've read everything. Also, know that I prefer disc0rd to the point of it being my main, preferred place to rp.

Kinks: Playful/creative partners, costumes, outfit control, heels, teasing, bdsm, bondage, exhibitionism, voyeurism, weakness versus strength dynamics, height difference dynamics, female socialization (AKA "one of the girls") situational emasculization, SPH

Limits: Family stuff, pregnancy, blood, pee, poo, vomits animals, transformation/modification into anything inhuman, including inhuman breast size and dimensions, mental control/identity death, feet

All characters are 18+.

I had left the halls of this institution as a rather unremarkable and unkempt young man. Everyone knew of me, but few people knew me, and most thought I wasn't worth much time. They certainly didn't expect this shaggy, brown haired dork to return to their reunion as a stacked and stunning blonde!

You guided me inside, just as you guided me everywhere. You are in charge, after all, and I was merely your sissy. It was my job to serve and please you, and to become your ideal wet dream. It was safe to say that after all the alterations to made to me, that I'd become just that.

Still, more of the old me shone through now than it had in months as I walked into my old school. Nerves. Awkwardness. It was so strange to look at all these familiar faces, so embarrassing to think of the cage and plug hidden underneath my pink dress.

But you liked that. This was going to be a fun night for you, and you were going to make sure everyone got very acquainted with the new me.

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A few disclaimers before you message me:

I'm only looking for literate partners. I prefer 1-4 paragraphs per post of good writing. You don't have to be a published author or anything, but put in effort.

In that same vein, I'm not looking for people who just want to rp owning and banging a sissy. This isn't an rp about you ing me, it's an rp about fuck you humiliating me. Humiliation is my biggest kink and there are many potential version of this rp that leave me immensely satisfied without your character's pants coming down.

At this point, if you've read everything, make sure you message me with the password RSVP so I know you've read everything. Also, know that I prefer disc0rd to the point of it being my main, preferred place to rp.

Kinks: Playful/creative partners, costumes, outfit control, heels, teasing, bdsm, bondage, exhibitionism, voyeurism, weakness versus strength dynamics, height difference dynamics, female socialization (AKA "one of the girls") situational emasculization, SPH

Limits: Family stuff, pregnancy, blood, pee, poo, vomits animals, transformation/modification into anything inhuman, including inhuman breast size and dimensions, mental control/identity death, feet

All characters are 18+.

Writing alone is fun. Filling page after page with the ideal fantasy, distilled perfectly from a singular mind, can certainly fill up an evening.

But that's not the only way I like to explore my kinky fantasies.

In addition to being a prose fiction writer and captioneer of various lewd and literate stories, I also enjoy a more immersive and collaborative style of exploration. I enjoy a good rp, with a good writer who can surprise me with their creativity, plot twists and unique ideas.

That's where you come in!

Since I am aware that the odds of finding someone who'd be into running my plots are rather low, especially when good partners in general can be hard to find, I'm looking to propose a GM trade. I run your kinky fantasy as best I could, based on all your specifications, and you do the same for me! I do have limits, and do prefer female partners, but otherwise am very down to discuss!

Of course, you must be literate. And if you really want to distinguish yourself from the pack, include your favorite food as the password to start of this devious endeavor.

Hope you hear from you soon!

Writing alone is fun. Filling page after page with the ideal fantasy, distilled perfectly from a singular mind, can certainly fill up an evening.

But that's not the only way I like to explore my kinky fantasies.

In addition to being a prose fiction writer and captioneer of various lewd and literate stories, I also enjoy a more immersive and collaborative style of exploration. I enjoy a good rp, with a good writer who can surprise me with their creativity, plot twists and unique ideas.

That's where you come in!

Since I am aware that the odds of finding someone who'd be into running my plots are rather low, especially when good partners in general can be hard to find, I'm looking to propose a GM trade. I run your kinky fantasy as best I could, based on all your specifications, and you do the same for me! I do have limits, and do prefer female partners, but otherwise am very down to discuss!

Of course, you must be literate. And if you really want to distinguish yourself from the pack, include your favorite food as the password to start of this devious endeavor.

Hope you hear from you soon!

Some people's college experience consisted of parties, hookups and frivolity. Mine consisted of doggedly pursuing a scientific breakthrough which distracted from all else. Was I repressed? Perhaps. Did I occasionally wonder whether I was wasting the best years of my life on research? On very rare occasions. But did I ever doubt that what I was doing was worth it? No way. And tonight would be the ultimate proof of that. I would finally manage to formulate the serum!

I stood looking at the glass of the chemical hood as the lab's equipment worked on the other side. Thick rimmed glasses, a brunette ponytail and a labcoat which covered my baggy tee and jeans...there would have been much point to pursue the crazy college life anyway. I was suited for science and romance and fun...those were other people's pasttimes. I was meant for this discovery and so I watched intently until a warning light flashed, the pressure in the reaction area spiked and the chemicals exploded out the...

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Some people's college experience consisted of boring lectures, lame research and stupid sciences. I ought to know, I share a body with one! But my college experience was going be different. I looked at my reflection in the uber after getting out, knowing that the driver wasn't going to pull away until he felt self conscious and stopped staring at me.

Blonde hair, no glasses and a dress that said "look at me long enough and you might see a nip slip! Not to mention my high heels and aura of mischievous energy. I was here to play and once I got a good look at myself, I winked to the uber driver. They blushed and pulled out, leaving me at my destination:

The sorority house.

There had to be at least a few lesbians here to deprive this poor body of it's V-card. And if there weren't, I'm sure I'd have a lot of straight girls questioning themselves. I sashayed my way in, licking my lips and finally noticing the stare of some girl that the old me tutored. She didn't recognized me, but she did want to oogle. Perfect...

"Hey..." I smiled as I walked over and reached into my purse. I handed her my panties and looked up with a grin. "Can you watch these for me? I think I overdressed when I wore them."

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So I'm looking to play a Nutty Professor type split personality rp about this overworked undergrad who ends up unleashing all her subby lesbian id out into the world! I'm only looking for literate partners and prefer disc0rd, but otherwise I'm pretty open to brainstorming and suggestions! Though there is a password: include the phrase "From BLANK to BLANK!" in your first message!

Some people's college experience consisted of parties, hookups and frivolity. Mine consisted of doggedly pursuing a scientific breakthrough which distracted from all else. Was I repressed? Perhaps. Did I occasionally wonder whether I was wasting the best years of my life on research? On very rare occasions. But did I ever doubt that what I was doing was worth it? No way. And tonight would be the ultimate proof of that. I would finally manage to formulate the serum!

I stood looking at the glass of the chemical hood as the lab's equipment worked on the other side. Thick rimmed glasses, a brunette ponytail and a labcoat which covered my baggy tee and jeans...there would have been much point to pursue the crazy college life anyway. I was suited for science and romance and fun...those were other people's pasttimes. I was meant for this discovery and so I watched intently until a warning light flashed, the pressure in the reaction area spiked and the chemicals exploded out the...

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Some people's college experience consisted of boring lectures, lame research and stupid sciences. I ought to know, I share a body with one! But my college experience was going be different. I looked at my reflection in the uber after getting out, knowing that the driver wasn't going to pull away until he felt self conscious and stopped staring at me.

Blonde hair, no glasses and a dress that said "look at me long enough and you might see a nip slip! Not to mention my high heels and aura of mischievous energy. I was here to play and once I got a good look at myself, I winked to the uber driver. They blushed and pulled out, leaving me at my destination:

The sorority house.

There had to be at least a few lesbians here to deprive this poor body of it's V-card. And if there weren't, I'm sure I'd have a lot of straight girls questioning themselves. I sashayed my way in, licking my lips and finally noticing the stare of some girl that the old me tutored. She didn't recognized me, but she did want to oogle. Perfect...

"Hey..." I smiled as I walked over and reached into my purse. I handed her my panties and looked up with a grin. "Can you watch these for me? I think I overdressed when I wore them."

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So I'm looking to play a Nutty Professor type split personality rp about this overworked undergrad who ends up unleashing all her subby lesbian id out into the world! I'm only looking for literate partners and prefer disc0rd, but otherwise I'm pretty open to brainstorming and suggestions! Though there is a password: include the phrase "From BLANK to BLANK!" in your first message!

Some people's college experience consisted of parties, hookups and frivolity. Mine consisted of doggedly pursuing a scientific breakthrough which distracted from all else. Was I repressed? Perhaps. Did I occasionally wonder whether I was wasting the best years of my life on research? On very rare occasions. But did I ever doubt that what I was doing was worth it? No way. And tonight would be the ultimate proof of that. I would finally manage to formulate the serum!

I stood looking at the glass of the chemical hood as the lab's equipment worked on the other side. Thick rimmed glasses, a brunette ponytail and a labcoat which covered my baggy tee and jeans...there would have been much point to pursue the crazy college life anyway. I was suited for science and romance and fun...those were other people's pasttimes. I was meant for this discovery and so I watched intently until a warning light flashed, the pressure in the reaction area spiked and the chemicals exploded out the...

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Some people's college experience consisted of boring lectures, lame research and stupid sciences. I ought to know, I share a body with one! But my college experience was going be different. I looked at my reflection in the uber after getting out, knowing that the driver wasn't going to pull away until he felt self conscious and stopped staring at me.

Blonde hair, no glasses and a dress that said "look at me long enough and you might see a nip slip! Not to mention my high heels and aura of mischievous energy. I was here to play and once I got a good look at myself, I winked to the uber driver. They blushed and pulled out, leaving me at my destination:

The sorority house.

There had to be at least a few lesbians here to deprive this poor body of it's V-card. And if there weren't, I'm sure I'd have a lot of straight girls questioning themselves. I sashayed my way in, licking my lips and finally noticing the stare of some girl that the old me tutored. She didn't recognized me, but she did want to oogle. Perfect...

"Hey..." I smiled as I walked over and reached into my purse. I handed her my panties and looked up with a grin. "Can you watch these for me? I think I overdressed when I wore them."

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So I'm looking to play a Nutty Professor type split personality rp about this overworked undergrad who ends up unleashing all her subby lesbian id out into the world! I'm only looking for literate partners and prefer disc0rd, but otherwise I'm pretty open to brainstorming and suggestions! Though there is a password: include the phrase "From BLANK to BLANK!" in your first message!

Abigail Stevens is more than a teacher's pet. She's a teacher's dream. Her professor's love her and she's due to complete the first triple major in her college's history. How does she do it?

Simple.

A singular love of scholarship, perhaps at the detriment of all else. She's well put together, buttoned up and professional, focused on academics rather than a social or romantic life. Everything about her is modest, tomboyish and suited for her ideal perception as a purely intellectual force.

There's only one problem:

Somehow, she got herself locked in a chastity belt. And despite all appearances, she actually has a very healthy libido that she manages by touching herself every night. Without that release, she'd going to get very desperate, and the person holding her key is going to have a lot of fun.

Day 1

"This is ridiculous! I am not some craven imbecile who's beholden to nothing but my own desires in how I comport myself. You want to keep me locked, fine! It won't make any difference. You'll get so bored that you'll unlock me just cause you're tired of nothing happening!"

Day 10

"Okay, this was really funny. Haha. Good joke. I totally get why you did it. But can you please let me out? Pretty please? Seriously, I would appreciate it. You were right. I'm sorry..."

Day 20

"Does the bikini look good? You like it? Good. And you want me to walk across campus in it? And then you'll let me free...you'd think about it? But you said...okay. Okay, I'll do it...Mistress."

Day 40

Like, I've totes been talking like you requested and I got that makeover and I'm blonde and I've done everything you asked and you said, like, today you'd decide whether or not you'd unlock me today...what? You decided I need more time...and you have more tasks for me?

Day 135

"Mommy! I did my pigtails and my nails and watched all the porn you assigned me and like, I soaked through another pair of panties! I'm just too wet all the time. And you said you'd think about letting me out when managed to deepthroat that dildo..."

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Okay, maybe it doesn't have to go quite that far. But it is an option, as are so many of the ideas and possibilities I'd love to discuss with you all! Maybe you make me do embarrassing tasks to earn my key back, or just one real big one? Maybe you have a remote control vibrator in the belt that you use to mess with me? I'm open to anything involving the base character, and the desperation you use to drive them into humiliation and possible corruption. All I ask if that you're literate and that you show me you've read all this by including a message you've have etched into my chastity belt in your intro message.

Writing alone is fun. Filling page after page with the ideal fantasy, distilled perfectly from a singular mind, can certainly fill up an evening.

But that's not the only way I like to explore my kinky fantasies.

In addition to being a prose fiction writer and captioneer of various lewd and literate stories, I also enjoy a more immersive and collaborative style of exploration. I enjoy a good rp, with a good writer who can surprise me with their creativity, plot twists and unique ideas.

That's where you come in!

Since I am aware that the odds of finding someone who'd be into running my plots are rather low, especially when good partners in general can be hard to find, I'm looking to propose a GM trade. I run your kinky fantasy as best I could, based on all your specifications, and you do the same for me! I do have limits, and do prefer female partners, but otherwise am very down to discuss!

Of course, you must be literate. And if you really want to distinguish yourself from the pack, include your favorite food as the password to start of this devious endeavor.

Hope you hear from you soon!

Abigail Stevens is more than a teacher's pet. She's a teacher's dream. Her professor's love her and she's due to complete the first triple major in her college's history. How does she do it?

Simple.

A singular love of scholarship, perhaps at the detriment of all else. She's well put together, buttoned up and professional, focused on academics rather than a social or romantic life. Everything about her is modest, tomboyish and suited for her ideal perception as a purely intellectual force.

There's only one problem:

Somehow, she got herself locked in a chastity belt. And despite all appearances, she actually has a very healthy libido that she manages by touching herself every night. Without that release, she'd going to get very desperate, and the person holding her key is going to have a lot of fun.

Day 1

"This is ridiculous! I am not some craven imbecile who's beholden to nothing but my own desires in how I comport myself. You want to keep me locked, fine! It won't make any difference. You'll get so bored that you'll unlock me just cause you're tired of nothing happening!"

Day 10

"Okay, this was really funny. Haha. Good joke. I totally get why you did it. But can you please let me out? Pretty please? Seriously, I would appreciate it. You were right. I'm sorry..."

Day 20

"Does the bikini look good? You like it? Good. And you want me to walk across campus in it? And then you'll let me free...you'd think about it? But you said...okay. Okay, I'll do it...Mistress."

Day 40

Like, I've totes been talking like you requested and I got that makeover and I'm blonde and I've done everything you asked and you said, like, today you'd decide whether or not you'd unlock me today...what? You decided I need more time...and you have more tasks for me?

Day 135

"Mommy! I did my pigtails and my nails and watched all the porn you assigned me and like, I soaked through another pair of panties! I'm just too wet all the time. And you said you'd think about letting me out when managed to deepthroat that dildo..."

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Okay, maybe it doesn't have to go quite that far. But it is an option, as are so many of the ideas and possibilities I'd love to discuss with you all! Maybe you make me do embarrassing tasks to earn my key back, or just one real big one? Maybe you have a remote control vibrator in the belt that you use to mess with me? I'm open to anything involving the base character, and the desperation you use to drive them into humiliation and possible corruption. All I ask if that you're literate and that you show me you've read all this by including a message you've have etched into my chastity belt in your intro message.

"No Nut November? Is that some sort of Instragram challenge I haven't heard about?" I asked as we unpacked our groceries. It was funny how disconnected I could be from the kink world, despite being a sub of the highest caliber. It made sense given how easily actually talking about stuff like this got me flustered, but it was still amusing to hear how naive I could be.

"That's ridiculous!" I snorted, once you've explained it to me. You were far more embedded in the kink world than I was, far more comfortable in the club and the community. You'd never even managed to convince me to go to a D/s function, or an event at our local Kink Club.

"Yeah, right. I'm sure I would just melt if I tried it" I laughed, as you suggested I put my money where my mouth is. If it was ridiculous, then why not show you? If I stayed in a metal belt for the whole month, then you would do every chore in the house for a year. If I didn't...

But that wouldn't be a problem. No Nut November doesn't work on lesbians!

...right?

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A bit early but I love No Nut November prompts and wanted to get in on the action, so if you're a teasing and devious domme who wants to see your sub in a metal belt, hit me up! I'm only looking for literate partners, I'll be playing the sub role and I prefer discord. If you're interested, send me what you would have engraved onto my belt as the password.

Some people's college experience consisted of parties, hookups and frivolity. Mine consisted of doggedly pursuing a scientific breakthrough which distracted from all else. Was I repressed? Perhaps. Did I occasionally wonder whether I was wasting the best years of my life on research? On very rare occasions. But did I ever doubt that what I was doing was worth it? No way. And tonight would be the ultimate proof of that. I would finally manage to formulate the serum!

I stood looking at the glass of the chemical hood as the lab's equipment worked on the other side. Thick rimmed glasses, a brunette ponytail and a labcoat which covered my baggy tee and jeans...there would have been much point to pursue the crazy college life anyway. I was suited for science and romance and fun...those were other people's pasttimes. I was meant for this discovery and so I watched intently until a warning light flashed, the pressure in the reaction area spiked and the chemicals exploded out the...

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Some people's college experience consisted of boring lectures, lame research and stupid sciences. I ought to know, I share a body with one! But my college experience was going be different. I looked at my reflection in the uber after getting out, knowing that the driver wasn't going to pull away until he felt self conscious and stopped staring at me.

Blonde hair, no glasses and a dress that said "look at me long enough and you might see a nip slip! Not to mention my high heels and aura of mischievous energy. I was here to play and once I got a good look at myself, I winked to the uber driver. They blushed and pulled out, leaving me at my destination:

The sorority house.

There had to be at least a few lesbians here to deprive this poor body of it's V-card. And if there weren't, I'm sure I'd have a lot of straight girls questioning themselves. I sashayed my way in, licking my lips and finally noticing the stare of some girl that the old me tutored. She didn't recognized me, but she did want to oogle. Perfect...

"Hey..." I smiled as I walked over and reached into my purse. I handed her my panties and looked up with a grin. "Can you watch these for me? I think I overdressed when I wore them."

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So I'm looking to play a Nutty Professor type split personality rp about this overworked undergrad who ends up unleashing all her subby lesbian id out into the world! I'm only looking for literate partners and prefer disc0rd, but otherwise I'm pretty open to brainstorming and suggestions! Though there is a password: include the phrase "From BLANK to BLANK!" in your first message!

It should have been simple!

I wished for a perfect relationship, a perfect life and a perfect house! Is that asking for too much? Okay, maybe. Maybe I reached a little far on that one, when trusting a genie for even the smallest things was a blatantly stupid idea. But I expected a hot blonde in bed with me, a mansion and a high powered job. I didn't expect...this!

I woke up on the softest set of sheets I'd ever felt in my life, but the fact that my skin was now this soft certainly helped. Everything about me felt off, from the hair tickling my back to the way my weight seemed to have reapportioned. I threw off the sheets and looked down to see...

A flat metal cage, framed by two breasts that nearly obscured it. I was a femboy? A sissy?

I stood up and saw a walk in closet filled with pink, a collection of jeweled buttplugs by the bed and...

Some dude. Snoring next to me...

This was not what I wished for!!!

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I'm only looking for literate partners who wanted to write a story and not just a hot hookup scene with one hand on the keyboard. Show me you've read all this with the password: diamond.

Kinks: Playful/creative partners, embarrassment, forced/defiant/accidental, transformation/augmentation, humiliation, costumes, outfit control, heels, teasing, mocking, bdsm, bondage, exhibitionism, voyeurism, slavery, belittlement, weakness versus strength dynamics, height difference dynamics, denial, corruption, toys, equipment, femdom, submission, emasculization, MtF, Sissification/feminization, pegging, female socialization (AKA "one of the girls") situational emasculization, SPH

Limits: Family stuff, pregnancy, blood, pee, poo, vomits animals, transformation/modification into anything inhuman, including inhuman breast size and dimensions, mental control/identity death, feet

I had such a huge crush on you. You were cool and funny and hot and every single positive adjective that I could possibly list. You were also completely disinterested in me. We were friends, but there had never been the slightest suggestion you wanted more than that. So when the chance came to make a wish, I had only one foolish, hopeful request to make to myself...

I want to be someone she wants.

I didn't have any expectation it would actually work, but if I did, I would have expected to become a taller, richer, more magnetic guy, with a chiseled jawline and washboard abs.

Instead, I suddenly found myself standing in a lesbian bar, wearing pasties, a g-string and platform heels. Not only that, but there was long hair tickling my back, and I realized that even these towering heels didn't change the fact that I was the shortest one in the room. But all those stunning and terrifying realizations had little time to leave me reeling. Because you were sitting across the bar, and you gave a wolfish smile as you turned to notice me. I was your ideal partner...but at what cost?!

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Hey, I'm a literate, available and super eager writer looking to play out this fun little cause of a wish gone wrong (or right?) I figure there are a lot of places were can go with this, but as long as you're cool, literate and use the password, we can brainstorm whatever! I do prefer disc0rd and prefer that you include the words "In over your head" somewhere in your message but otherwise, I'm just hoping this catches someone's eye and they want to reach out!

All characters are 18+.

I had such a huge crush on you. You were cool and funny and hot and every single positive adjective that I could possibly list. You were also completely disinterested in me. We were friends, but there had never been the slightest suggestion you wanted more than that. So when the chance came to make a wish, I had only one foolish, hopeful request to make to myself...

I want to be someone she wants.

I didn't have any expectation it would actually work, but if I did, I would have expected to become a taller, richer, more magnetic guy, with a chiseled jawline and washboard abs.

Instead, I suddenly found myself standing in a lesbian bar, wearing pasties, a g-string and platform heels. Not only that, but there was long hair tickling my back, and I realized that even these towering heels didn't change the fact that I was the shortest one in the room. But all those stunning and terrifying realizations had little time to leave me reeling. Because you were sitting across the bar, and you gave a wolfish smile as you turned to notice me. I was your ideal partner...but at what cost?!

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Hey, I'm a literate, available and super eager writer looking to play out this fun little cause of a wish gone wrong (or right?) I figure there are a lot of places were can go with this, but as long as you're cool, literate and use the password, we can brainstorm whatever! I do prefer disc0rd and prefer that you include the words "In over your head" somewhere in your message but otherwise, I'm just hoping this catches someone's eye and they want to reach out!

All characters are 18+.