u/WaywardEducator

There's a trend in my recent conversions. Initially when talking to a feminist, in the first few messages, there's usually a lot of bold claims and hostility. There's obvious lies such as feeling nothing when reading another Proof of Conversion - Post. As the conversation deepens, I can feel you giving in, when we build a connection, when there is intimacy and understanding. Yet you continue with this facade, it's like you're wearing a mask of lies. Think of it like being at a masquerade. You're just lying to all the people around you, expecting them to lie back to you. I mean, who is their honest and true self openly in 2026? You'd have to be crazy to do that. And there's another lie you tell, but to yourself. And that's that you can never take this mask of, never show off how you truly feel, who you truly are. You could never be this vulnerable in front of anyone, let alone a man. And so you keep dancing in ignorance, wearing your mask of lies, wishing someone would tear it off you, see you naked and vulnerable for who you really are. And approve.

So much of what a woman is can be accurately predicted simply by looking at her tits. I know you don't believe me but keep reading, it will start to make sense, I promise. Your tits define so much of your sexuality and who you are. It's the part of you that's the hardest to hide behind the clothes you like to wear, it's also the part that gets stared at the most in public. A lot of women are confident because they get that kind of attention, in other words they are confident because men stare at their tits. What's especially interesting for my thesis is, your tits are the part of your body most of you want to get surgery for. It defines you so much, you're willing to pay money just to change it, to be someone sexier and more confident. I've created a little list, let's see if any of this resonates with you.

A-Cups

• most likely to be insecure about their size
• either very shy or overcompensating by being very aggressive, little inbetween
• will blush if their tits are complimented
• will tell you repeatedly they don't need help when they obviously do
• secretly the most depraved person in every room

B-Cups

• their opinion about their tits usually stems from experiences, i.e. how others see them
• most likely to be bratty, quick-witted and teasing
• will respond to degradation by firing back insults
• usually innocent but susceptible to bad ideas
• love being manhandled

C-Cups

• actually confident, not just pretending to be
• loves being the centre of attention but won't ever admit it
• competitive and willing to take risks
• loves her tits and if you don't like them that's your problem
• loves being someone's trophy

D-Cups

• will weaponize eye contact, dares us to look down at her rack
• only pretends to be confident
• melts when she gets the princess treatment
• likes feeling small and innocent
• vulnerable to manipulation

DD+-Cups

• just a bimbo
• loves feeling stupid and being reduced to just her tits
• will dress in a way to get attention from men
• doesn't take herself too seriously, will get wet when degraded
• vulnerable to bets and games

OOC: This is obviously all meant to be good fun and nothing is backed by real science nor will I go that deep, I'm just weaponizing stereotypes. I'm curious how close to home some of these hit and I'm also genuinely curious which cupsize the men on here prefer, either in general or based on the traits I've scientifically researched fabricated and assigned to the various cupsizes.

What makes a dominant white man so attractive to you? You endlessly complain about the patriarchy yet you fall for the one who best resembles it. White man rule the world and even if he treats you like you're lesser, even when he doesn't respect you his attention alone is magnetic.

Did you ever wonder why so many women want to be with a taller man? You love feeling small and protected. You love looking up at him. You love being his. You love how easily he can manhandle you, how sudden he can claim what's his.

Why couldn't you resist the bully? The one who kept talking about how dumb you are. The cocky asshole who made some bold claim and then backed it up and you couldn't help but respect him even if he'd only make fun at your expense. Yet when he came back later you willingly opened your legs for him, in private.

How come you can't resist the misogynist? The one who claims you to be unfit to lead, unfit to vote, unfit to be taken seriously. The one who laughs in your face, tells you to strip and you prove him right, again and again. Feminism has taught you that you're better than this but reality has taught you the opposite. And here you are, on your knees, looking up and waiting for his command.

(This is not a quick hook-up post. If that's what you're looking for, I'm sure there's plenty of horny people here who will have you. The kind of conversion I prefer takes however long it does but I really want to know you first)

When were you last truly at peace?

When did you last have a really good conversation, the kind that lasts all night and you don't want to end?

What do you need to talk and be comfortable around someone you just met?

What helps you after a stressful or exhausting day?

Why are you angry or frustrated with men?

When did you last allow yourself to be vulnerable in front of a man?

What really pisses you off?

I'm very curious about your answer to those questions. Not just because it's interesting but also because I want to understand you as a person. These questions are phrased in a specific way, some to access the things you truly care about, others to allow you to vent and to generalize. A lot of you see me and men in general as your enemy but it needn't be so. We can dismantle your fears and prejudices together, one by one.

>!And maybe you'll dismantle mine!<

Deep down you're just a girl who needs kindness, who needs affection and someone who understands you. You don't need to see every man on the planet as someone dangerous.

>!You need someone to hold you when you're lonely, someone to lean your head on when you're exhausted, someone who makes you food when you're hungry!<

Most of you can take an insult but few of you can take a compliment. I'm not gonna fight you. I'll be nice to you. And I'll mean it. I'm curious who you'll become when you stop being afraid of men.

So I went to a small metal festival this week. It's a tradition, I have a group I go with of about 15 people, most of them guys. One guy from my group will be important to the story, Kai. He's a 6'4 blonde guy with short hair and is pretty muscular without being annoying about it. Also, since this is a metal event there's quite a few more men than women there. Names are changed for obvious reasons and the story is partially fictional. Maybe you can guess which parts. Enjoy.

Onto the story.

We met Janine and Iris a year ago at this very festival. A pair of (fraternal) twin sisters in their early twenties who happened to put up their tents next to ours and enjoyed the same music as my group. They were still very similar. Both very ambitious and career-oriented. Both fiercely independent. Both sassy and sharp. Both with busy lives and in need of a few days to relax and reset. Both very competitive towards one another. Both rather pretty in different ways. Iris was - for the lack of a better physical description - a doll. Wore lots of makeup, a very small but curvy girl, always dark red lipgloss and fake lashes with painted nails and colored hair. Janine preferred a more natural look. She was taller, had longer hair, her makeup was subtle and she had smaller tits. She made up for that by being extra sassy and sometimes honestly a bit of a bitch. She was definetly the bad girl among the two twins.

They never mentioned it but it was obvious they initially thought themselves better than us because they were independent women. On the first day they arrived they did struggle to put up their tents tho and one of my friends, Kai, happened to notice and helped them with it. He also invited them to have dinner with us since we were about to fire up the grill and have a bbq. We chatted with them this evening and the next. They were quite obviously the center of attention and they fucking loved it. Loved teasing us, loved to challenge us to games and loved how we treated them. My group is definetly fun to hang out with but we have a particular habit of making a lot of sexual, borderline inappropriate jokes. They seemed right at home, clapping back at the more snarky comments with sass. Janine especially seemed to take a liking to Kai. It was obvious for everyone to see, yet she kept mentioning that she had a boyfriend, although she never told us anything about him, not even his name. He in turn kept shittalking her boyfriend in front of her, teased her about how she probably compares him to all of us. She'd pretend to be offended at first, maybe she truly was. But she kept sticking to his side and he kept making these kinds of comments.

On the last evening I found myself next to Iris as we walked home from the stage to the tents. We had to walk for a few hundred meters through a forest with a small creek in it and since someone puked on the bridge we decided to jump over a few rocks to cross the creek instead. Now, I was drunk and I can be clumsy at the best of times so naturally I tripped and fell into the water. She laughed at me so I did what any reasonable guy would do and pulled her into the water as well. She yelped and flung a few curses at me, then splashed me with water. We'd playfight a little bit, then she tried pushing my head under the surface. This 5'1 girl clung to me with all her weight, her wet tits pressed against my chest and tried to push me down. So I did let her push me, I just made sure that she'd go underwater first. And when she surfaced I grabbed her cheek and kissed her. She kissed me back hungrily at first, then paused and said "not here". I fucked her in the girls' shower after we returned to the group and made up the reasonable excuse that we both had to freshen up. She was a little inexperienced but she made up for it with effort and this feral hunger I noticed back in the creek. She genuinely surprised me with how much she begged me to be rough with her, to call her names and to pull her wet hair and make her watch. Unbeknownst to me she had some more liquid courage before we met in the showers(we both had a few drinks back at the stage but it took me a while to realize how helpless it made her and how much we both loved that) and later when we walked back together she admitted that to me, along with the fact she also had a boyfriend. She asked me to keep our little encounter between us and I agreed.

Throughout the year I kept in contact with Iris, both because we just enjoyed each others company and because I was the guy who'd usually organize the trip. She'd tell me a lot of things about her sister. How she also had cheated on her boyfriend with Kai that same evening. How guilty Janine felt about it all. She never talked about herself but I understood. Janine ended up breaking up with her boyfriend and started regularly meeting up with Kai from then on. Iris and I kept in contact but she never talked about her boyfriend or our fuck in the shower and I never brought it up either.

This year was very very different. First, they both stayed with us from the start. Kai was openly sexual with Janine all the time. He'd kiss and grope her in front of us and they snuck away to fuck quite a lot. We obviously knew what was happening but often we also heard Janine moan and talk dirty to him. They were hella kinky. Good for them. Naturally it became a bit of a running gag among the group. And we started to joke that Iris' sister was quite the freak in the sheets and how she(Iris) plans to one-up her sister. We exchanged a few looks that evening and she admitted to me she had broken up with her boyfriend. I didn't believe her initially so she showed me proof. Then I told her she's definetly going to beat her sister at this game as well with an evil little smirk.

The following day the jokes towards Iris got more and more suggestive. And I could tell she felt the pressure. She wanted to, I could see her eyes light up whenever someone mentioned all the things she should do. But she usually giggled or boxed their shoulders or shot back with a sassy remark that regularly had us rolling on the floor laughing. Our generally intoxicated and/or stoned state didn't help either. At this point I knew at least two of the guys wanted to fuck her and I was just waiting for my opportunity to crack her shell and let out the freak I knew she was. I found it at the second to last day. Iris was on my and another guys shoulders cheering and singing along in a croptop that left little to the imagination. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. I knew she had a few drinks. Liquid courage, like last time. I whispered to her to flash her tits to the band. This time she didn't hesitate. My friend, the other guy she was sitting on was staring at her and me. I then turned her around with him and told her to flash the crowd as well(there were around 300 people there in total, maybe half of them behind us). Again she obeyed. People cheered her on. Then we let her back down.

Back at our little circle of tents when we told the story(We were separated from the group when this happened after fetching drinks and being unable to push back through the crowd) she was beet red but smiling. It was already very late and most of us already went to bed, including her sister who was sleeping in Kai's tent. I asked her if she's gonna show all those random people in the crowd but not the ones she came to the festival with and after some convincing she took off her top and threw it at the guy who seemed to want to see the most. The conversation turned very sexual after that. We were sitting in a circle of camping chairs, 3 of my friends, me and Iris, our object of desire. Most of us had just played a drinking game and a few blunts had passed around the group. I don't recall if she took a few puffs or not. I didn't since I don't smoke, but most of the others did. I was sitting next to her, still the devil on her shoulder. I started to really enjoy the role. She got cold, being topless for a while but my friend held it up high so she couldn't reach it. He told her he'd get her a cozy blanket if she let him have a feel. She slapped him, then jumped to reach it. Her tits are just firm enough to stand without the support of a bra but they jiggled nicely as she jumped. She noticed what she had just done and her cheeks flushed again in a beautiful red. I could tell how turned on but scared and unsure she was. When we talked afterwards she admitted she'd never done anything this crazy. That she usually is the good girl and she didn't know what came over her. But also that she never had as much fun in a single evening. She agreed to the deal and he felt her up in front of us. His hand almost covered all of her tit and when he squeezed she had to bite her tongue not to let out a moan. This night she stayed topless until the sun rose and every single one of us 4 had at least felt her up. She'd given a blowjob to the guy she threw the top at and another had slid a hand into her pants for a few minutes. For a single evening this usually good, innocent, ambitious girl turned into our little camp slut.

Which brings me to the things I learned from Iris and her sister

• Women will go very far when peer pressured or for the right man, things they couldn't even imagine themselves doing but feel "just right" in the moment. And when done intentionally it's a very effective tool to get what you want from a girl
• No matter how much of a well-raised feminist you are, all those beliefs and ideals go out the window when you're horny enough and you just want someone to take advantage of you in that state
• the most seemingly innocent girls can still do something extremely depraved when you push the right buttons
• social consequences are a major factor in how slutty a girl behaves. Whilst at a festival or similar event with nobody there to judge you, you're very willing to not give a fuck and just have fun

OOC: I hope this was a fun read, I definetly had fun writing it. I've never told any part of this story online or made a post like this so I hope you enjoy and we can have a fun chat about the story, the observations I made or which part of this long long tale are born out my own horny mind.

Is it possible for a man and a woman to be friends? Just platonically, no sexual tension, no submission, nothing. A female friend from work asked me this and she said men seem to be incapable of just liking her without wanting to fuck her. That got me thinking a little bit.

What about a feminist and a misogynist? Can we be friends as well? There's obvious differences in our beliefs and I don't think you can keep it together for long enough without asking to be dominated. Personally I don't think it's possible. In real life mayhaps but feminists only deal in absolutes. They either love or hate you, either brat at every possible opportunity or submit so completely it's impossible to see them as more as a sex object.

But that's just my hot take. Maybe you have one of your own. I'm just looking to chat today, casually. Surely you can keep your panties on for once, right?

This is to those who grew up without being able to use the word sex.

This is to those who can't seperate their arousal from deep personal shame.

This is to those who lurk forever, having written dozens of comments and opening messages and sending none.

This is to those who grew up with cultural or religious dogmas and labelled sinners.

This is to those confused about how they are supposed to feel about having this kink.

We see you. You're welcome here. And we want you in our midst, accepting you just as kinky and depraved and beautiful as you are. And I personally would like to talk to one of you tonight and hear your perspective.

I feel like a lot of people, in their real and online lives both wear a mask. You don't want to stand out but fit into the masses. You want people to view you only as the version you present yourself as. But I know you're more than that. That version of you that comes out when nobody is watching comes out. And that's who I desire to talk to today.

What I'm proposing is simple. You get to ask me a question that I have to answer truthfully. Then I do the same. Everyone gets 10 questions, the first to refuse an answer loses the game and has to submit to agreed upon stakes.

I know a lot of men will tell you that your tits are your value and if you don't have big ones you're practically useless to the patriarchy. It's good that they tell you this, but I disagree with the statement. You see, girls with small tits know they can't just rely on their tits to please men so they learn all sorts of skills to compensate for it. But I truly think the smaller ones are the most beautiful in shape and usually very perky. You don't need to be insecure about them anymore, even a girl like you can find the right owner. It's not a coincidence asian girls make for such obedient pet sluts despite their usualy inferior chest size.

You heard me right, I could convert you without even trying. I don't need to move an inch in my beliefs, I don't need to even convince you my way is the only correct way. All I have to do is to be honest and to inspire honesty in turn.

You feminists have such a surreal picture of what a misogynist is and what we want to do to you. It's a lot simpler in reality. You'll get to know me. You'll want to stay at our side. To do that you'll have to kneel. And you will

(OOC: I'm looking for something long-term here, really getting to know one another until I ever so slowly nudge you into submission)

Original post from Thursday here

I did make a post about how D&D characters always have a piece of yourself in them. Maybe they are an idealized version of yourself, maybe they just help you explore part of yourself in a different setting. The only limit is your own imagination. I did however notice a trend towards a set of character archetypes I've described in my original post. Well, since I wrote that right before I went to work >!(exceptional move)!<it turns out I missed a few. I've been overwhelmed by the amount of responses, you guys are so fun. So I'll try my best to do you justice and fill in the missing ones.

5 - The Fake Man

• Always a martial character, Barbarian and Rogue being the most common ones
• Has a traumatic backstory and needs to prove herself worthy
• Men hurt her in some way
• Is either a brute or an edgelord but also feminist
• Her approach is never wrong, just needs to try harder or stop being unlucky

6 - The Trickster

• Typically a Rogue, Monk, Bard or anything else that be very annoying to catch
• Her whole existence is to steal and play pranks
• Definetly not a brat
• Secretly hopes to see what happens if she gets caught and captured
• Will start a war if the DM ever ignores her for too long

7 - The Femme Fatale

• Tries her absolute hardest to be as sexy as possible
• Might create a character just to cosplay her and look slutty while doing it
• Always a Drow, Elf, Human, Half-Elf/Drow or Tiefling
• High charisma even if it's not necessary for the class
• Will try to seduce every party member and/or NPC the DM throws at her
• Most likely to try and fuck a Dragon

8 - The Hentai

• Armor looks suspiciously like a school uniform
• Always plays a ranged squishy character
• Usually human
• Very quick to embarass, starts making weird sounds when she is
• On a quest to find someone lost, usually her brother
• Most likely to fuck a Mind Flayer, Kraken or any Aberration

OOC: I'm looking for something chill and playful here. This isn't me trying to convert you within an hour or a challenge, I'm just looking for some fellow nerds here to talk about D&D, writing and worldbuilding whilst also talking about what our characters say about us. This is gonna be a slow burn so if you're just looking to quickly get off once I'm not the guy for you. Also I'm writing this just before I head off to work so responses will take a while until I'm back home. I'm really looking forward to this, let's be friends!
(with benefits)

Please be safe out there during this crass heatwave over Europe. I know a lot of you might be spending a lot of time here today and over the weekend as there isn't much else to do and you'll want to wear as little as possible anyways. Just make sure you always have enough to drink nearby, make sure you drink enough before and during play sessions or before doing tasks. Hope you have a wonderful kinky weekend everyone

D&D follows a simple rule: If you could be anyone, who would you want to be? You create your own character and your own story. What is important to you? Who do you care about most? These are all questions the mere process of creating a character asks you to answer. However, all of the women I played with fall in one of four categories:

1 - The Healslut

• Always tries to help everyone
• Flavors her spells as kisses and cuddles that heal
• Goes out of her way to talk about how slutty her character is dressed
• Will definetly try to romance another party member at one point
• Typically a cleric, but other supportive buff casters fit the bill at well

2 - The Cutie

• Wants everyone to look at her and go "awwww"
• Needs cuddles and headpats permanently
• Usually plays a petlike race like a Harengon(bunnies), Tabaxi(cats) or something very small
• Will grow immensely attached to a single party member, typically a physically strong martial male character and always hang around with them
• Will describe her cute character doing cute things all the time for attention

3 - The Insecure One

• Has a traumatic backstory
• Daddy issues and no confidence
• Needs to be told all the time how well she's doing and that people do like her
• Tries desperately to earn respect and love from the ones around her
• Can be any species or class but for some reason drow is by far the most common

4 - The Helpless One

• Has intentional mechanical flaws she constantly needs help with
• Constantly embarassed
• Has social anxiety so comes up with strange ways to thank people instead of just saying thank you
• Either frail for her species or neurodivergent
• Loves the gentlemanly party members who keep helping her with her problems
• Most likely to get captured alone and needing to be rescued because she's SO clumsy

Now mind you, I do love all of these but after thinking it through for a little every single one of my female friends' characters fits one or more of these archetypes. I bet yours are no different. But as a show of who you'd want to be given the choice, what does that say about you? Let's talk about that.

OOC: I'm looking for something chill and playful here. This isn't me trying to convert you within an hour or a challenge, I'm just looking for some fellow nerds here to talk about D&D, writing and worldbuilding whilst also talking about what our characters say about us. This is gonna be a slow burn so if you're just looking to quickly get off once I'm not the guy for you. Also I'm writing this just before I head off to work so responses will take a while until I'm back home. I'm really looking forward to this, let's be friends!
(with benefits)

I have a problem with women. There, I said it. They say admitting a problem is the first step to its solution but I'm not so sure this time. It's not that I dislike you or anything, it's just really difficult for me to respect you. You think and act so differently from men no matter what you do it's hard to not find it cute because you're so small and your voices are so high pitched. Some of you also look very different, Asians and Black girls especially. To me it always feels like everything you do is done so you're noticed and seen by men who want to fuck you and put you down. Every act of defiance, every attempt at a debate is just a girl begging to be put in her place. And that's cute. But I've been told time and time again that this is wrong and I'm acting like a misogynist but ... I just don't get it. So maybe one of you could help me take a woman seriously? Sometimes I just can't help myself but be honest with you and then you always pretend like you're upset with me. I really want to become a better person but apparently I just can't do it myself.