I like to think that I'm unique, but really, how unique is anyone? I'm a 20 something ABC(American-Born Chinese) from California. I'm barely over 5 feet, have long black hair, and a petite athletic body. I like to work hard and party hard, spending most weekends drinking a surprising amount for my small stature at a bar, or consuming a shocking amount of Ecstasy at a rave. Come Monday morning though I'm back to being a competent, diligent hard-worker. I'm career-focused, feminist, outspoken, and stubborn. Different right? Totally unique, not like any of the countless other girls just like me.
Dating had always been fine for me. I'm pretty, it's easy to get dates, it was fun and all, but just never quite felt that spark that took things to the next level. Being a pretty girl on dating apps I got pretty used to snap judgements and ruling men out for all sorts of reasons.
Shirtless gym pic? Asshole, red flag
Much older than me? Perv, red flag
Dated too many Asian girls? Yellow fever, red flag
Picture holding up a big fish? Republican, red flag
It was really quite impressive how quickly I could form an opinion about a man and rule him out for violating one of my many red flags. The problem was that my dating life clearly just wasn't really working. Maybe I'm being too judgmental, maybe I need to be more open-minded. I finally make a rash decision, this one time I'm going to ignore all my red flags. I'm just going to go along with what the Universe gives me and see what happens.
(Un)luckily for me, the Universe decides to give me you, a man who somehow manages to have every single red flag I could imagine. A much older, MAGA-loving, asshole with an asian fetish that you can see from space. Every ounce of my being is telling me to run away from you, but I fight through and try to keep an open mind. Maybe I can get through to you, help you see the error of your ways.
The net result is the exact opposite. You don't change in the slightest, but pretty quickly I can't even recognize myself anymore. The before/after is striking enough to speak for itself.
Appearance
Before - Lots of jeans and band tshirts, sneakers, yoga pants and a tanktop if I'm feeling "girly". My hair almost always pulled back in a ponytail, chipped nail polish, minimal makeup, maybe some eyeliner, but that's about it.
After - I'm almost always in a dress, often with heels. I now wake up an hour early just to do my hair and makeup, making sure I always look my best. I have a standing appointment at the nail salon to get my nails done.
Social Life
Before - Dive bars and house parties, hanging out with my faux-philosopher friends talking about "serious things." Grungy underground raves and house shows wearing all black and doing my best to look tough.
After - Barbeques where I'm the only non-white person there running the gauntlet of micro-aggressions and questionable jokes. Cheezy pop EDM shows wearing a pink tutu showing off as much of my body as I can.
Sex Life
Before - Lots of awkward sexual encounters with lots of "is this ok?" "is this too deep?", tentative overly cautious hands that I need to keep encouraging.
After - Lots of gritting my teeth and groaning as you rearrange my insides as you grin at the noises I make.
This is a bit of a weird prompt, but I'm happy to jump in at any stage of this process, or to just chat about it in general. The main kinks here for me are raceplay, politicalplay, age gaps, size gaps, attractiveness gaps, manipulation and domination, exhibitionism, and breeding. Please drop me a chat and we can discuss more!