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ikeWren
clown shoes (as vivienne likes calling them) get and waxed<waterproofed> . also got a bunch of belt keepers and d-rings for my belt, so my harness can be affixed properly . it's all coming together
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Edited yesterday
i have no respect for those roleplaying being princesses . if you're not even trying to achieve the status of goddess-empress you're ngmi
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i fucking love writing alt text i love describing a thing i am looking at
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saw very hot stone butch at work . she didnt even look at me i think but it's ok
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Big Beautiful Bataillean 
risperdoll@social.xenofem.me
average prisoner episode:
long ass intro sequence where you see him storm into the secret squirrel office, rant, and leave his resignation letter that begins with "To all the poofs, anklebiters, wankers, toffs, and assorted other scoundrels at the secret agency, I announce my resignation, in no small part due to how square you all are" then drives home and gets hit with the galaxy gas by an old gay man in some sort of posh fetish outfit. He wakes up in the Village, and starts a call and response with the freak (usually queer) of the week that goes like
"Where am I?"
"In the [gay] Village"
"What do you desire?"
"Mastu--- ooh er, Information."
"Whose side are you on?"
"Frankly, I'm versatile. We want... information. Information. Mast-- Information!"
"I won't hit it!"
"By hook or by crook, you will."
"Who are you?"
"I did number two!"
"Then who did number one?"
"You did, number six!"
"I'm not a number, I'm "
"A free man?"
"Well, actually, I was going to say, I'm more of a shape."
[Laughter]
The gay freak of the week and some other pervert wearing a lab coat are seen in one of the village's many grottoes, alcoves, closets, bunkers, or steam rooms, discussing their latest hare-brained scheme to get number six, the world's most autistic secret agent, to crack.
"Ahh yes with aversive conditioning on his cock and insane doses of estradiol, we can convince number six that he's actually always been a biological woman. when he starts begging us for masculinizing HRT he'll do anything to get it. Anything. The infibulation surgery and the special bioadhesive breasts with estrogen release I've engineered will certainly do the trick."
Cut to the Prisoner waking up to find that a shitty wig and aforementioned implants have been put on her. The sissy hypnosis that was played all night long has made her convinced that she looks like any other village woman of her age, and all the others in the village have been hypnotised to play along.
Attractive random actress #530937 calls on the prisoner saying
"Good morning number six. Number two sent these [a box of tampons] along because he knew you were about to start your period. How are you feeling?"
"Very... odd. I know i've been a woman my entire life, but I just can't help but feel lately something is off with me. Like... perhaps I ought to have been born a man."
"Oh no number six, that's just a passing fancy. Let's do some knitting or get our nails done, shall we?"
One montage of overly feminine activities later, No. 6 goes back to her home, and relaxes. The lighting goes into hypno mode and activates a conditioned sequence to make her want to go to the hospital to see the psychiatrist.
"Yes," she thinks, "I need to go to hospital immediately. Maybe this time they won't try to fuck with my brain or lobotomise me."
She gets to the hospital. As luck would have it, No. 2 is already there, of course, talking about hormonal adjustment therapies with the doctor, who is portrayed as an eccentric ethnic european man.
The doctor and no. 6 go into a room and begin discussing no. 6's feelings, when she first noticed that she was different from other girls, and any other sources of stress -- such as hiding information from people -- that might be causing her gender dysphoria to ignite. During this she has glimmerings that maybe someone has put her in this state.
When she gets home she notices that one of her breasts is coming undone bc the dodgy adhesive was made by the lowest bidder and being the absolute stacy she is because she's literally the author insert she realises that she's been force femmed by number two and that she can own him by going to his sixties mod ass aesthetic goon cave.
Which she does the next morning, ripping off her fake bosom in his sixties mod ass aesthetic goon cave, cutting out the infibulation. Upon seeing how mastodonic No 6's cock is, No. 2 calls his boss and immediately chows down on a cyanide pill. No. 6 walks out into the village displaying his junk.
Cue credits with a penny-farthing being built piece by piece.
This is an allegory for the oppression of women in our society somehow.
(Yes I forgot the bald gay guy with his squad of voyeur*ses in the weird television studio, sorry)
long ass intro sequence where you see him storm into the secret squirrel office, rant, and leave his resignation letter that begins with "To all the poofs, anklebiters, wankers, toffs, and assorted other scoundrels at the secret agency, I announce my resignation, in no small part due to how square you all are" then drives home and gets hit with the galaxy gas by an old gay man in some sort of posh fetish outfit. He wakes up in the Village, and starts a call and response with the freak (usually queer) of the week that goes like
"Where am I?"
"In the [gay] Village"
"What do you desire?"
"Mastu--- ooh er, Information."
"Whose side are you on?"
"Frankly, I'm versatile. We want... information. Information. Mast-- Information!"
"I won't hit it!"
"By hook or by crook, you will."
"Who are you?"
"I did number two!"
"Then who did number one?"
"You did, number six!"
"I'm not a number, I'm "
"A free man?"
"Well, actually, I was going to say, I'm more of a shape."
[Laughter]
The gay freak of the week and some other pervert wearing a lab coat are seen in one of the village's many grottoes, alcoves, closets, bunkers, or steam rooms, discussing their latest hare-brained scheme to get number six, the world's most autistic secret agent, to crack.
"Ahh yes with aversive conditioning on his cock and insane doses of estradiol, we can convince number six that he's actually always been a biological woman. when he starts begging us for masculinizing HRT he'll do anything to get it. Anything. The infibulation surgery and the special bioadhesive breasts with estrogen release I've engineered will certainly do the trick."
Cut to the Prisoner waking up to find that a shitty wig and aforementioned implants have been put on her. The sissy hypnosis that was played all night long has made her convinced that she looks like any other village woman of her age, and all the others in the village have been hypnotised to play along.
Attractive random actress #530937 calls on the prisoner saying
"Good morning number six. Number two sent these [a box of tampons] along because he knew you were about to start your period. How are you feeling?"
"Very... odd. I know i've been a woman my entire life, but I just can't help but feel lately something is off with me. Like... perhaps I ought to have been born a man."
"Oh no number six, that's just a passing fancy. Let's do some knitting or get our nails done, shall we?"
One montage of overly feminine activities later, No. 6 goes back to her home, and relaxes. The lighting goes into hypno mode and activates a conditioned sequence to make her want to go to the hospital to see the psychiatrist.
"Yes," she thinks, "I need to go to hospital immediately. Maybe this time they won't try to fuck with my brain or lobotomise me."
She gets to the hospital. As luck would have it, No. 2 is already there, of course, talking about hormonal adjustment therapies with the doctor, who is portrayed as an eccentric ethnic european man.
The doctor and no. 6 go into a room and begin discussing no. 6's feelings, when she first noticed that she was different from other girls, and any other sources of stress -- such as hiding information from people -- that might be causing her gender dysphoria to ignite. During this she has glimmerings that maybe someone has put her in this state.
When she gets home she notices that one of her breasts is coming undone bc the dodgy adhesive was made by the lowest bidder and being the absolute stacy she is because she's literally the author insert she realises that she's been force femmed by number two and that she can own him by going to his sixties mod ass aesthetic goon cave.
Which she does the next morning, ripping off her fake bosom in his sixties mod ass aesthetic goon cave, cutting out the infibulation. Upon seeing how mastodonic No 6's cock is, No. 2 calls his boss and immediately chows down on a cyanide pill. No. 6 walks out into the village displaying his junk.
Cue credits with a penny-farthing being built piece by piece.
This is an allegory for the oppression of women in our society somehow.
(Yes I forgot the bald gay guy with his squad of voyeur*ses in the weird television studio, sorry)
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the -nik suffix is the oldschool version of -cel. consider: sputcel. beatcel. narodcel. refusecel. robotcel. nogoodcel. peacecel. gopcel. vatcel. mossadcel. wordcel (wait...). hamascel. badcel. appeasecel. noisecel. warcel
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