It has come to my attention recently that several people who have been on here for awhile have been overwhelmed by the terrible DMs they get unsolicited. I know, it's the internet, and that's gonna happen, but it sucks.

But what made me want to post this is the fact that many of those people didn't know that they can change their DM settings on Reddit. So:

• Go to Settings, Privacy, and you'll see an entry "Who can send you chat requests" - switch "Everyone" to either "Accounts older than 30 days" or "Nobody"

This won't solve the problem. There are still plenty of assholes with accounts older than 30 days. But it might cut back on some of it.

Anyway, I know many of you know this already, but in case someone out there is feeling overwhelmed by that and doesn't want to leave outright, that might help.

It's true.

You Feminists out there have a false impression, though I will admit, from all appearances, it would seem justified. You think that I want to convert you away from Feminism - that I want to crush the Feminist in you and toss her away, so the real you gets let out of her inner cage.

But I don't want you gone, little Feminist. That's the last thing I want.

I'm not here to convert you.

I'm here to make you watch while I convert her. The other you. The better you. The you that desperately wants this. I'm here to make you cringe and whine and scream at her to stop as she starts to listen to me. As she starts to turn away from you. I'm here to make you plead with her to remember your talks and conversations...her principles.

I'm not here to convert you.

I'm here to make you feel so angry as she first says "yes sir" to a man like me. I'm here to make you feel so bitter, and frustrated, and helpless as she kneels for me. I'm here to make you call me every name you can think of, and many more you can't, as she opens her mouth for me and nods as I call her every kind of name I shouldn't.

I'm not here to convert you.

I'm here to make you groan as she groans, but not for the same reason. I'm here to make you close your eyes and try to hide your shame as she, the other you, the better you, submits to a man like me. I'm here to make you blush with rage and humiliation as she makes herself my pretty girl, my toy. I'm here to make you turn white with surprise and fear as you hear her say that she's never liked you. That she isn't you. That you're nothing to her.

I'm not here to convert you.

I'm here to make you watch as days...weeks...maybe even months go by. As she gives herself to me more and more. Deeper and deeper. As she neglects you, and lets you wither away and fade. I'm here to make you slam your hands against the bars of the cell she put you in, so she could be my pretty little thing.

I'm here to make you watch in jealous horror as she cums for me. Again. And again. And again.

But I'm not here to convert you. Not you. Because without you...it wouldn't be so fun.

And I'm certainly not here to destroy you.

After all, that pretty brain of yours is so valuable. It's so bright and clever. She might want you to be completely gone...but I don't. No, I don't want to destroy you.

Because without you, how is she going to know how to get those other girls to come to me? Without you, how is she going to know which phrases to use, which "feminist axioms" to employ to bring them right to me? You see, you're not just a prisoner inside her now...no, you're a little secret weapon. A little traitor. An unwilling traitor, perhaps. But a traitor nonetheless.

So I'm not here to convert you.

I'm here to make you mine.

Hey all - it's been a good weekend. For me at least! And tomorrow begins another work week.

You've had a lot of arguments recently. You don't need another one, right? Not high-stress, high-anxiety right before you go back to work tomorrow...

So let's chill. No high stress, no crazy emotions. Just fun, relaxed debate. More game than debate, huh?

Chess. Checkers. Connect4. Hangman. 20 Questions. I dunno, just something chill. We can make it more fun with stakes, but we'll keep it chill.

I dunno - sounds fun to me. Anyone interested?

You know who you are.

Thanks for being cool.

It's a great thing, debating. Quite fun. You and I are both used to it by now. A rough time of it, back and forth. The debate sometimes ends in other more rough ways, and that's just as fun...

But we always get so focused on Feminism and its issues. There are so many ways for one of us to prove the other is...less able to hold their own. So many topics. Things like...

• Which is the best color of M&M and why is it Green?
• Is Ryan Gosling's Ken really the best character in the Barbie movie?
• Is a bowl of cereal just cold soup?
• Who would win - grizzly bear or gorilla?
• Should Hogwarts be shut down due to the number of students who regularly die every year?
• John Wick vs. Neo...or, if that one is obvious, John Wick vs. Rama...

I'm open to other topics too. These are really just...suggestions.

Sorry! Just feeling frustrated atm. Had two random people message me tonight about how awful the things I did to that girl (the PoC from earlier) were. When I asked ooc if they were serious or playing they both told me they were serious. And then one went silent. The other blocked me. I can't really tell them...so I guess I'm just getting it out as a bit of a vent.

No, I'm not serious. No, I am not a misogynist. No, of course those women don't deserve to be treated that way outside of the context of their consensual play. Yes, it is roleplay. Yes it is kink.

Okay. Sorry. Thank you for your attention to this dumb matter.

You may now return to your regularly scheduled programming.

My last post here was very well received. I thought I might follow it up. Here are ten more things you can tell your pretty denied girl (adjust for others!) when she begs you to let her cum, other than the (admittedly classic) "good girls don't cum":

1. You know I want to let you cum...why did you have to ask me? Now I can't...bad girl. Damn. I was so looking forward to making you cum...
2. Just one more edge...just one more... (repeat as needed)
3. That's really funny, sweetheart! You're so silly.
4. But if you cum, that lovely feeling will fade...you don't want that feeling to go away, do you pretty girl? No. I thought so.
5. Only selfish girls cum. You don't want to be a selfish girl, do you?
6. You don't mean that, little slut, do you? What you're really saying is "please deny me more, sir," isn't that right? (repeat the question until she says "yes")
7. You haven't earned it yet. You're doing so good...but I think you need to work a little harder before you've earned something like an orgasm...
8. Oh sweetheart...no. Other girls get to cum. Other girls get to feel that lovely feeling. Not you.
9. Don't be stupid, slut.
10. Ask me again. See what happens.

(and as always - let me know if you have any other ones to add!)

You see, physical strength doesn't matter here. All of those arguments about men being able to physically dominate women...well, they're pretty meaningless in this place. Bravado. Useless claims, from men who don't know how to operate in a world of words. The language of strength, force, "being backed into a corner," being intimidated...

No, that's not what is going to happen.

I will beat you with my words.

It's the realm where you think you have control. It's the realm where a man and a woman, well, they're equal.

But you will not simply submit. No.

I will dominate you.

You will feel unhappy with it...it will make you uncomfortable at first...and then extremely so. You will feel unsettled...deeply unsettled.

I will verbally beat that out of you, with precision and power. It will be ruthless.

That's what will make you wet.

That's where you'll find surprise...humiliation... loss of control. All of those things you increasingly need to feel that wetness. That tingle. That gradual feeling of submission...

And then that sudden stop, where everything stands still and you're no longer a feminist. You're no longer even a woman. You're just an addict...feeding your addiction.

As you have done before...

As you will do again...

Suddenly the moment will strike you and it won't be play anymore. The things I'm saying will make perfect sense. The ideas that disgusted you will become...

Arousing. Hot.

Will it be me that you're focused on in that moment? Will it be me that attracts your attention, that makes you feel lost and controlled?

Probably not. No...

You see, it's not about me. It's about you...the feeling of abandoning your own principles...your own ideas...your own ideals...

Realizing just how weak your own principles are...that feeling will be absolutely overwhelming.

A little traitor to her own cause. To yourself.

Humiliating.

The dress-up will be over. You thought you were just playacting as a slut, and a submissive good girl...but you'll suddenly realize that that is exactly what you are. Just a slut.

You'll see yourself...too deep. Too far gone. No going back.

And then you will beg.

That will be it. That moment of realization, metamorphosis...it will be terrible...and agonizingly blissful. That's the moment when you will feel your thighs clench their hardest, animalistic sounds will escape those pretty lips...

You will be reduced to your base instinct...feeling...emotion...

A pretty little cumming thing.

...the Feminists. And do you know which Feminists want to submit the most?

The ones who get the least of it in their daily lives. The ones who work those high-powered jobs. The ones who fight the fiercest for equality (or equity - I know you Equity Feminists are out there). Those who manage men, or direct them, or who make them submit (either by personality or work role) - you HR reps, and you Compliance Officers, college professors, teachers, therapists, cops, etc, etc.

I could go on and on about how the strong ones always break hardest. We all know it. Sure, they don't bend. And that gives the impression of invulnerability.

But the trees that crack...break....shatter in the storm are the ones that don't bend.

Let me tell you about the Feminist that breaks the hardest.

She is confident. Years of struggle will do that. But the particular kind of struggle she has faced makes her hardened. She feels like she has seen it all, when it comes to men. She has been disappointed many times. She has had to do it all herself.

Despite being an idealist (all real Feminists are idealists), she is a little cynical. A strange combo - but the disappointment in men has left a bitter taste in her mouth. Her ideals often form from two events, simultaneous and often found in a University setting: a man (or men) showing themselves to be unreliable after she felt close to them *and* being exposed to the grounding and fundamental ideas of Feminism at the same time.

What she learned in the classroom was confirmed by her experiences at the party, after the date...in her dorm.

She left university bitter towards men. Not as a whole. "There are a few decent ones" she would still say to herself. But then...then began real life.

The grind of work. The men around her. The men in her office, the men in her family, the men on the street. Her friends' boyfriends, and partners, and husbands. And they all confirmed more and more that feeling she had. That disappointment. Perhaps there was a jarring event. Perhaps it was the slow degradation...

Her work being dismissed as less important. Her views being quietly and politely shot down. Her suggestions condescendingly taken by men, who get the credit for them.

You see, it isn't that hardened Feminists really truly want to believe. Far from it. They hold their Feminism by necessity. As a self-defense mechanism.

What Feminists really, truly want...is to be proven wrong.

What Feminists really, truly want...is for that one man to appear...that man who makes them remember their feeling before being disappointed. That makes her feel the surprise, the pleasure...the outright bliss that occurs when she simply...stops resisting. When she doesn't *have* to fight.

Because despite all that strength, Feminists still have that desire. That lust. That passion that craves...well, you know what it craves.

And if they find a man who can give that to them?

Their Feminism breaks. And they break with it.

You know, the problem so many of you Feminists face is that you are really overconfident. I'm sorry, but it's just true. You haven't really been tested in the field, and you see those Confessions and those Conversions and you think "Yeah, there's no way that could happen to me."

And then you get into your first debate and things go just fine...until he comes at you with an argument you hadn't considered. Suddenly, you're not standing face to face, on your own two feet...

You're down on one knee. Now you have to fight upwards. He can look down on you, from the vantage of that one lost point. And he will. He will hammer that point home over...and over...and over...

Until you're down on both knees. And we know what happens then, don't we?

So!

Here's what I propose.

Forewarned is forearmed as they say! And to know thy enemy is the first part of being forewarned. And...there is no better way of knowing thy enemy than taking a walk in his shoes. Seeing things from his perspective.

Let me help with that. We can talk. And you'll take on the role of the Misogynist. You (with my help) will think of the absolute best arguments you can think of, the strongest ones, the ones that are the trickiest and most underhanded, the most subtle, whatever. We'll workshop them.

And then, you'll be ready. You'll be prepared for the real deal.

How does that sound?

Fuck...

Your chest heaves. Your toes uncurl, as your body still shakes and shivers. The intensity is just starting to fade, the peak finally over.

Fuck me...

You didn't remember it could feel like that. Not...that intense. That sharp thrill. That submission...that fear and pleasure and total loss of control.

You look at the chat. Your last message to him glaring at you.

^("cumming daddy")

His last message still hanging there...

^("Good Girl.")

You shiver, but not in as much pleasure as before. The haze...it's not as thick. Your breathing slows.

No...

The chatlog stares right back at you. Words you wrote...words you never meant to write.

^("Please sir...")

^("Daddy...")

^("Fuck Feminism...")

You blanch, and close the chat...and then the app. You stare forward into space. Your mind starting to turn...to turn on you. To accuse you.

What...the fuck...did I just do...?

You set your phone down, or close the tab, and shake your head. You promised yourself...last time was the last time.

How does this keep happening? Why do I fucking do this every time?

The memories. Of what you said. Of what he said. You push them aside. You stand up, get some water, and shiver again. It felt so fucking good...and you hate that.

You're a slut. Never again. Never...fucking...again.

Back to the app. His new message shows though.

^("How is daddy's girl? Did she cum hard?")

You hide the chat. Then...

[Deleted]

The account is gone. The app, deleted. It's gone. It's over.

Fuck, that's the last time. I'm a Feminist. I hate those horrible things he says to me. I don't like them. It's not really me. I don't think like that. I don't want that.

...

You lay down and turn off the lights, and sleep evades you. You can't get that feeling out of your stomach. You feel dizzy a little. Numb. You can't forget that little guilt. It sticks with you.

...

But it fades, doesn't it? Slowly, maybe. But it does.

How long is it before you download the app again? How long before you open a tab and...just check it out?

Days?

Weeks?

Months?

Because you know the other feeling you can't forget. The guilt, well it fades. But the other memory doesn't. That thrill. That sharp pleasure. His words.

^("Good girl.")

Fuck...

It really is astonishing, isn't it? The power of words.

Words can change everything in an instant. They say that music hath power to soothe the savage beast, and that is true...but words have the power to unlock hidden depths within.

Take yourself, a nice, ordinary (in the best meaning of that word) Feminist. You know what you believe, and you stick to it.

But then...

You say just a few little words, like...

>!Yes Sir...!<

>!Please Sir...!<

>!Daddy...!<

and your heart beats faster. You lose that edge. You find yourself more...open.

It's like magic.

There are words that I can say too. Words that make you feel the same way...magic little words. Nice words.

>!Good Girl...!<

>!Sweet Thing...!<

>!Little One...!<

>!Pretty...!<

Of course...not all the magic little words are nice. Some are mean. Words like...

>!Fucktoy...!<

>!Dumb Slut...!<

>!Cocksleeve...!<

>!Cunt...!<

But of course...what really gets you, like a magic spell, are the two together...

>!You're a Good Little Slut...!<

>!Daddy's Dumb Girl...!<

>!Such a Pretty, Sweet Cunt...!<

Isn't that magic? I'm not even speaking directly to you...and you feel the power of those words.

Do you still doubt? Then come say hello. Maybe we can even play a game. Something fun, casual. Chess, checkers, C4, hangman...with some additional rules. See if you still doubt by the end.

Don't worry - it will be fun. 😘

No, you're not a feminist.

You might really believe that you are. You might be a strong, unbroken, never-defeated debater. You might roll your eyes or feel that bitter rage when a man looks at you with that particular look you so despise, or uses that tone of voice that grates on your nerves like fingernails on a chalkboard.

>!Feminists don't act like you do.!<

>!You're curious.!<

You might have those feminist textbooks on your bookshelf from your college courses, and scads and scads of feminist literature, which you know by heart. You might be able to quote The Feminine Mystique by rote, chapter and verse.

>!That's it...keep clicking my hidden words.!<

>!Good girl.!<

You might be known as "the feminist friend" in a coterie of feminists. You might be the one who goes to the lectures, and posts the posts, and keeps her friends up to date on all the most outrageous events and important developments.

>!You are such a pretty little thing, aren't you? Don't stop clicking...!<

>!Good girl.!<

You might come on here every night to debate with loser misogynists and charming, but ultimately incorrigible, anti-feminists. You might win each and every debate on its merits, leaving your opponents in the dust.

>!You can't help clicking. It's alright...you don't have to stop. Don't stop.!<

>!There's a pretty slut.!<

And yet...

You have that little Achilles Heel. That feeling... the one you don't like to talk about. The one that tugs at your brain just a little when those men give you that look you can't quite help not despising as much as you should. The one that makes you feel funny when he uses that tone of voice that all feminists are supposed to hate...

>!You'd look so pretty on your knees for me, little slut.!<

>!Don't stop clicking...good girl.!<

The one that makes you hide your other reading online, not on your bookshelf. The reading that you can't quote aloud, but that thrills you deeply...so deeply. The stories that would shock those feminist authors silly.

>!Open that pretty mouth for me and count to three before clicking the next one.!<

>!Very good girl...!<

The feeling that you don't tell all those feminist friends. The one that makes you keep those other tabs hidden, those other subreddits unmentioned to anyone. The feeling that brings you back night after night, even though you delete your account and clear search history and say "never again..."

>!You want to be a good little slut, don't you?!<

>!A pretty little fucktoy...!<

That feeling. Right there.

>!The one you get when you reveal all of my words, little pussy...!<

You see?

You're not a Feminist.

>!You're a Good Girl.!<

As some of you might know, I have engaged in a months-long study to discern whether or not the mythical "unbreakable feminist" exists. Thus far, I must admit, my effort has yielded no concrete proof of her existence. That isn't to say that much hasn't been learned of the other feminist types! My previous reports on the Process of Conversion and the Various Feminist Types have been the results of that research.

And yet, despite the benefits this work has yielded, the prime goal remains as elusive as ever. My colleagues on either hand, those who deride the very prospect of such a thing as an "unbreakable feminist" and those who stand in firm belief of her reality, have supported me in my endeavors...and yet even their efforts have proved of little value. Again and again, prospects that seem promising turn out to be nothing other than a well-disguised Hello Again, or a more-than-usually-stubborn Brat.

I, however, hold out hope. It is my firm belief that if enough strong feminists are studied, conclusive proof may be uncovered, one way or the other.

To that end, I am putting out a call!

I am asking for volunteers - Feminist Subjects who are courageous and eager to submit themselves to the rigorous study involved in scientific progress.

Candidates should consider the following points, and if interested, fill out a fairly standard resume (to be included at the end), sent to my inbox with a brief introduction.

An ideal candidate would:

• Be excited about the prospect of entering a fascinating field (the study of the Feminist) and contributing to the growth of scientific knowledge
• Consider herself to be a Strong Feminist, and have no previous "Confessions" or "Proofs of Conversion" to her name. Note that simulated conversions (short term admissions for the sake of play and release) are not to be disqualifying, if they are of such a nature as to be definitively within the realm of "play."
• Be willing and able to accept the commands of the researcher (within the bounds of reason*) for the duration of the experiment.
• Be available for study and research for significant periods of an at least 72 hour window, limits and time-frame to be discussed during the initial conversation.
• Be open to sharing her own experiences via regular public reports, as the research unfolds.
• Be open to my sharing progress reports and visual confirmation of progress (via screenshots) with a research assistant, though this would be privately between her and me
• Have no commitments to a sub, dom, domme, or partner that would interfere in the nature of the research, nor one that would object to such close one-on-one work.

^(Note that these are all open to discussion and adjustment based on the needs of the subject.)

If you are one such excited feminist, please fill out the following form, and submit to my inbox for consideration in the program.

• Name:
• Age:
• Gender and Orientation:
• Relationship Status:
• Time Since First Discovery of this Sub (ConvertingFeminist):
• Average Weekly Engagement with this Sub (in number of days visited):
• On a scale of 1-10, rate your level of "kinkiness."
• Do you consider yourself to be an Unbreakable Feminist? Yes / No
• Have you ever "converted" for the sake of play? Yes / No / It's Complicated
• Major known kinks and limits.
• A short sentence or two describing why you wish to participate in this study.

And that's it! I can't wait to hear from you. Together I hope we can pursue this fascinating subject - and perhaps, together, find a real, true, unbreakable feminist.

It really is. There are so many feminists out there, just like you, who stand their ground against the strongest arguments. You push back against every claim with a force that staggers misogynists and anti-feminists alike.

>!Reveal the next one.!<

>!Good girl.!<

You would never submit to a forceful argument. No. There are some so-called Feminists that might, sure. But not you.

>!Count to three before revealing the next one.!<

>!Good girl.!<

There are some women who might fall for direct, head-on arguments. They might submit to the better argument. But not you.

>!Do you feel that little flutter inside each time you reveal my words?!<

>!Good girl.!<

There are some women that might fall for flattery. They might giggle and smile as soon as a man gives them attention and calls them pretty names. But not you.

>!You want to keep revealing my words don't you?!<

>!Good little slut.!<

No... You're too strong for that. Too confident for that. Too wary for that.

But...

There is one thing that you are just a little unsure about. Something that you can't quite control.

>!Your curiosity.!<

>!Good girl.!<

You see, you can't quite help seeing what is hidden behind each of my little...veils here. You can't quite help but continue to click them and open them. Because...even though you know what I am probably going to say...

>!You're a good girl.!<

You aren't sure. And that little curiosity...

>!Pretty fucktoy.!<

...is sometimes rewarded with a little surprise.

>!You'd look pretty on your knees.!<

Sometimes you get a message you expect...and sometimes one you don't expect.

>!Open that pretty mouth.!<

And that feeling...that one right there. The little flutter. The little thrill you get from getting that next hidden message...

That curiosity...

>!I'm waiting for you.!<

It's why you get those little thrills talking to men like me. You never do quite know how we're going to make you feel...and what we're going to say.

>!How did you do with my little game?!<

>!Be a good girl and let me know...I'll be waiting.!<

I'm sure many of you know as well.

It's that moment when a feminist first reaches out, after having seen something about me that made her blood boil - a post, a comment, a confession - and she reaches out, out of nowhere, to tell me how outraged she is at what I'm doing.

Honestly, there isn't anything quite like it.

The pretty little tantrum itself is adorable. But there's so much more to that moment.

There's the self-deception. She tells herself...

>!"I'm just doing this to take him down a few notches." !<

>!"He's such an asshole. He needs to be taught a lesson."!<

>!"He needs to see what a real feminist is like."!<

Of course, that's what she tells herself. But we all know what she's really saying...

>!"It couldn't happen to me...right?"!<

>!"What if I could fall too?"!<

>!"I wonder what that feels like..."!<

And then I respond. And she's completely disarmed. Surprised. I'm usually...nothing at all like what she expected.

The confusion is delicious. You can almost taste her doubts as they float into her pretty little head. And then...

We talk. That's all. We just talk. And as we do, those little doubts grow. All it takes is a little...push. Just a few little words like...

>!"Good Girl"!<

>!"Pretty Slut"!<

>!"Fucktoy"!<

And that's it. She's undone. Gone is the pretty little tantrum. Gone is her creasing her forehead and pursing her lips and stamping her pretty little feet.

Instead...

>!"Thank you Sir."!<

>!"Please...more..."!<

>!"Yes Daddy..."!<

And the whole thing is absolutely delightful. So please, keep feeling that pretty little outrage. Please, keep throwing those pretty little temper tantrums. And don't hold back - let me have it.

^(((OOC: Yes...I'm insane. 🤣 Here's another longgg one. Enjoy!)))

In my last report, I laid out the various feminist types, an effort I found to be enjoyable, as did so many of you kindly people. In the interim, I have had the great pleasure of discovering several instances of the Chronic Lurker and the Hello Again, each of whom reached out and confirmed for me the particulars of my research. While it was not a question of doubt, every further piece of evidence is another data point added, like a grain of wheat, to the collective heap of scientific knowledge. I am grateful to them.

Indeed, I am doubly grateful, for their rapid conversions prompted for me a consideration that I found to be greatly entertaining and interesting, and hope that it will prove to be so for all of you as well. I can hope that my analysis (provided below) will add again to the ongoing and necessary work that so many bold and energetic scientists are doing, hands-on and in the field. Though one can sometimes doubt his own efforts, be reassured - you are doing fine work.

The cataloguing of the stages of conversion (real conversion, not simulated for play) is a task of particular difficulty, and I approached the topic with some trepidation. I found, however, that once I embarked upon it, it proved to be rather smooth sailing. While it would be hubristic in the extreme to assert that I have hit upon the definitive process of conversion, I do not hesitate to say that the general outline I provide below of the process by which a Feminist becomes a Good Girl is reasonably accurate, and accounts for a significant majority of the cases of conversion to be found here. I can only hope my colleagues in the field will agree.

Stage 1: First Discovery - Curiosity and Trepidation

It may come as a surprise to many, but it is a well-established fact that most of the feminists who inhabit the halls of CF stumbled upon them entirely by accident.

• 64% of the Feminists studied as part of this research reported that they discovered the ecosystem either by accident or by coincidence, while either searching for Feminist materials or following links found on the profiles of others.
• An additional 28% of the Feminists who were studied reported following the advice or clicking links provided by others who insisted that they explore the place (the motives of these helpful "others" remain unknown, but one may speculate)
• Only 6% of those cases studied reported discovering this place as a process of intentional exploration, with half of those cases admitting to searching for the keyword "Feminist" and filtering for NSFW subs.

The fact is that the vast majority of feminists present in this ecosystem discovered it by pure chance, and not as result of choice or definite exploration. Curiosity drew them, and curiosity is what keeps them.

Upon discovering the contents of CF:

• 88% reported either strong or moderate feelings of curiosity
• 69% reported either strong or moderate feelings of disgust
• 40% reported either strong or moderate feelings of anger
• 33% reported either strong or moderate feelings of amusement

The Feminist at this stage is obviously curious, probably disgusted, possibly angry, and very slightly amused. This is a potent combination, especially when combined with the most crucial piece of the puzzle:

• 23% reported strong or moderate arousal within 15 minutes of first discovery
• 41% reported strong or moderate arousal within the first 30 minutes of discovery
• 55% reported strong or moderate arousal within the first hour of discovery
• 79% reported strong or moderate arousal within the first 24 hours of discovery

One subject reported:

>"It was like I couldn't look away. I saw the things these horrible men were saying, these poor women...and I felt myself heat up. It was shocking."

^(Note: Only 38% of subjects reported being aware and accepting of their own state of arousal. A further 12% reported being aware, but dismissing it as either coincidental or not relevant. 50% of all subjects were unaware or incognizant of their own state of arousal at the time, despite admitting later to *being* aroused.)

The Feminist during stage 1 is cautious, engaging (if at all) in a way that allows her the opportunity for a swift exit. Her behavior is limited to observation.

• Only 12% reported leaving a comment within the first 24 hours
• Only 38% reported leaving a comment within the first 48 hours
• 66% reported leaving a comment within the first 7 days
• 5% reported posting within the first 24 hours
• 18% reported posting within the first 48 hours
• 35% reported posting within the first 7 days
• 12% reported sending a DM within the first 24 hours
• 20% reported sending a DM within the first 48 hours
• 33% reported sending a DM within the first 7 days

As one can see, initial engagement is hesitant and slow for most. Though there are notable exceptions, the vast majority of Feminists who are present, do not engage, but instead spend significant amounts of time lurking.

The most interesting aspect of this phase, however, is the play that accompanies it.

• Fully half (51%) of subjects reported self-stimulation to orgasm within the first 48 hours.
• Another 22% reported edging and/or extended stimulation without orgasm within the first 48 hours.
• 75% of those who achieved climax, agreed either strongly or very strongly to the description of that climax as "a shamegasm."
• 66% agreed either strongly or very strongly to the description of that climax as "better than an ordinary orgasm."

In the words of one subject:

>I just couldn't help it. I saw a Confession post where she admitted to ******* and ******* herself when he told her to. And...I couldn't stop myself. I was so disgusted...and as the pleasure grew I was more and more shocked...until it happened.

Stage 2: Habituation - The Routine

During stage 2, the Feminist returns repeatedly, engaging in many of the same behaviors as characterize stage 1. However, there are striking features, besides the act of return itself.

According to the brilliant study by Dr. S., nearly 1/3 (32%) of the feminists engage in rituals related to their behavior on CF. To quote him:

>32% of girls in this phase have adopted "ritualized" activities - wearing specific clothing, setting up a specific space for play for comfort, orgasming in a unique position only reserved for hard patriarchy play, laying out one specific toy to use in a ritualistic manner, etc

Engagement in this phase is often characterized by dismissive attitudes and self-confidence (founded or unfounded). Though Dr. S. characterizes this as "courtship aggression," his language indicates a belief that the Feminist at this stage consciously wants to be conquered, a fact that my studies show to be only true for a select subset.

However there are elements of his work that are verifiable and objectively accurate.

• 69% target the specific social standing or credentials of their opponent in order to provoke a strong emotional reaction
• 55% dispute established consensus or objective facts as a defense mechanism to avoid shifting their viewpoint
• 28% claim a lack of attraction to men, or explicitly project total indifference toward them
• 25% display behavior that explicitly aims to secure approval or personal validation from other feminists

Stage 2 can last for long periods of time, depending on frequency and intensity of return and climax. One subject reported a cycle of return (the period in which a feminist stays in Phase 2 before moving to Phase 3) that lasted for 18 months, returning every 2-3 months in that time, staying for 24-72 hours, achieving a "shamegasm" and leaving. In her words:

>I couldn't keep it out of my head for long. I would delete my account, say "that's it, never again"...and then a couple of months later I would hear some stray phrase, or be reminded of some aspect of what I had seem last time...and sure enough, I'd make a new account "just to check."

However, this subject is an outlier. Most shift into Phase 3 (see below) much faster:

• 40% report cycles of return lasting 4-6 months.
• 33% report cycles of return lasting 3-5 months
• 17% report cycles of return lasting 4-8 weeks.
• 8% report cycles of return lasting 1-3 weeks.

Stage 3: Paradigmatic Clash - The Crisis

At this stage, the cognitive dissonance of being a feminist begins to become evident in the lives of the Feminists who enter stage 3. By this point, 87% have engaged successfully in Conversion Play, and have experienced for themselves simulated submission. As a result, the Feminist has now to hold two completely contrary realities in her head - her former, perceived reality of herself as a Feminist (the Illusory Self) and her new, lived reality of herself as a Good Girl (the True Self).

This results in many (too many to categorize) instances of aberrant and otherwise surprising behavior in her "non-CF" life:

• 78% reported finding concepts previously considered "misogynistic" or "harmful" to be understandable and reasonable.
• 59% reported defending those positions publicly or among friends.
• 44% experienced physiological arousal while participating in or reading discussions centered on essential biological concepts. Among this group, 19% experienced an intense emotional release, such as crying, alongside this physical response.
• 38% described their "shamegasms" as increasingly more intense.
• 25% reported practicing edging in states of high arousal in order to prolong their state of cognitive harmony, and delay return to the state of cognitive dissonance.

Most interestingly, subjects overwhelmingly reported finding material previously found arousing to be decreasingly so:

• 33% reported a lack of attraction to a partner they described as "an ally."
• 48% reported attempting to achieve climax without CF or related stimulus, and returning when unable to achieve it.
• 56% of individuals identifying as lesbians reported that, despite a complete lack of interpersonal attraction to men, exposure to media or debates surrounding biological realities triggers an immediate, involuntary physiological response.
• 88% reported a decrease in the levels of equality featured in the adult media they consumed.

Stage 4: The Critical Limit - Crossing Over

Stage 4 is the moment of transition. A Feminist enters Stage 4, but a Good Girl leaves on the other side.

Stage 4 is characterized by permanent and deep-rooted changes in brain function. As Dr. S. demonstrates:

>There are permanent changes to the synapses in the hypothalamus in autonomic functioning. This means that submission is an autonomic response like breathing, heart beat, digestion, etc. A Feminist can attempt to suppress it (like holding her breath), but her body will return to the function automatically.

The key features of Stage 4 can only be described in testimonials, as each individual moment of conversion is unique. Still, there can be value in listening to the descriptions provided by helpful subjects after the fact.

>I felt like someone was pouring champagne on my brain. It felt so light and bubbly. I couldn't stop giggling.

Or another:

>All I could think of was c**k. It was all I wanted. All I needed. It was my purpose.

Or again:

>Oh f**k yes! Yes! Please d***y! F***k me in my w*t p***y! Please d***y! I'm your little f*****y!

The physical description of a woman in the process of transition is worth including in its entirety. It is notably similar to the description of one such transition found in the work of Dr. S. I cannot help but conclude that the similarity is not accidental, and that this moment of transition is similar for many such women:

>As she felt him enter her, her eyes went wide under the sheer intensity of the moment, shattering her final moments of doubt. She was met with an overwhelming, unforgiving thrusting that began to dull her senses, transforming her initial reaction into pure shock. The experience rattled her very mind, forcing her into a state of total vulnerability as the reality of her future became undeniable: absolute submission and a surrender of control. And bliss. Pure bliss.

>Her thoughts raced as the terrified expression on her face froze. Shaking and overwhelmed, she began to repeat a rigid, mechanical chant reflecting her new role, her voice trembling with every word: "D***y's pretty f*****y...d***y's pretty f*****y...d***y's p..."

>The words were suddenly cut short as she felt his climax fill her. This was the exact moment her previous identity struggled and faded away as her resistance broke entirely. She went red in the face. This was it. She was now owned. A good girl. She felt herself c*****g as well. Wildly. Her breathing stopped short, but she managed to let out a whimpered:

>"Thank you d***y!"

Final Thoughts and Analysis

As you can tell, what I have given is an overview of the stages based on collation of data and statistical analysis. I have by no means sketched out the process of any individual conversion. That would be beyond the scope of any research, for as I have repeatedly asserted, each conversion is a unique experience.

Yes, averages and generalities may be drawn about them, about the women who engage in them, about the timeframes, and the states of mind, and the raw data. But do not be fooled by statistics. Each number is just a representation. An image of a reality.

And what reality? What is hidden under each of those numbers?

A Good Girl.