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just girl stuff.

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Thank you for reading :)

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Forcing a gamer “boyfriend” to always pick female characters in games

“It’s the meta”, “its what fits your skills best”, “you’ve always preferred playing girls anyway”

Forcing that boyfriend to start streaming

“You’re so good at the game! You’re bound to get an audience, we’ll make your main your avatar!”

Forcing “him” to keep “his” pronouns as she/her

“Well girls get more views, your fan base would be crushed, its only natural to assume your a girl”

Forcing them to voice training

“You need to talk to your audience! Your voice is so feminine already, im sure they’ll all only hear a girl”

Forcing her to get a Vtuber model

“I mean you need to give your audience something to look at, and they all already see you as a girl don’t they?”

And finally acting surprised at her choice to transition <3

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I’ve sadly been on a bit of an accidental unofficial hiatus with this blog, I think ill just officially say that things will stay inconsistent for the foreseeable future

But I would love to find some way to get my creativity back!

I think ive focused a bit too much on numbers on the past?

It’s why I don’t really answer many asks, they get drastically less notes

And an average “good” post gets 100 notes, and when I tried to get back into posting on the past, well those posts had 25-50 notes

Even if one got above it, it still all felt like I either got an average number, or what did get a lot of notes was unearned

And so if growing the blog, getting bigger numbers, isn’t a good motivation what is?

Well interactions tend to be my favourite part, and trying to improve in writing!

My favourite comments have been those giving advice or critique! Even if they’ve been few

But im unsure if I could expect those, since my relationship with my lovely audience feels, odd

I love you cuties a lot, too be clear

But as a person im just not that good at keeping up with folks, and even if I want to bridge the gaps in some ways, I don’t think that’s possible?

And I’ve always felt a bit conflicted around the version of me cuties have built up in their heads…

I think I might turn off DMs to, I’ve met so so many wonderful friends through it- but for that I’ve had to stop so many conversations to, before I even got to know the person on the other side!!!

Sad to say I don’t think I’ve got the “space” for more people

And little space for writing

But I want to make space, for writing, make it enjoyable!

It’s a skill id like to develop further at least

As for how I could make it enjoyable- keep myself coming back… that’s hard

I’ll try to figure something out!!!

Thanks to you for reading this cutie

It means a lot!!! And I’ve lost sight of how much of an impact I can have?

When I started the blog one person finding a post, and feeling a bit more happy because of it was enough

Now I can consistently get into the triple digits with my impressions, and I’m somehow less motivated?

It’s an odd thing, to lose sight of your goals

But in the early days I wanted to give girls a bit of ease of mind, entertain them, engage them in their escape fantasies

Tell her its okay to be a girl

And I stand by that goal

Even if the cuties I talked to, ended up turning into notes, reblogs and messages im postponing responses to

Somewhere along the way you forget your audience is made up of people, each with a live as unique and beautiful as my own

As you might forget that I have more interests then just forcefem!!!

This social media thing is so silly…

Anyway, thanks for stopping by cutie

pet pet pet

I just wanted to get my words out for a bit, I think I might make a couple more posts now

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Transfem horror protagonist who realizes she's a woman because she's the Final Girl

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Mistress I'm sorry. I do think your forcefem has been very good so far. Really loved the coerced estrogen regimen and the flip flopping between gentle encouragement and psychological manipulation. Plus the derelict basement has this grunge feel to it that really adds to the vibe. But unfortunately I've gotten the offer to be kidnapped by a pretty millionaire which I can't refuse. Yes she has money for more elaborate and elegant dresses. Yes she can afford to put me through non-consentual surgery. And if I'm going to turn into someone's pet girl against my will then I might as well be going all the way, so that's an offer I can't say no to (literally I can't, she won't allow me). Yeah I'll be leaving the basement tomorrow. Yeah she will send her own group of mercenaries which I will mistake as cops rescuing me from my plight, only to find myself in her mansion going through a new kind of feminising hell. Don't worry though! I will always remember our days when you broke my psyche and left me to pick up the pieces, finding less and less of me to put back together!

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I like my girls aggressive, shouting about how they hate me, how they’ll never be a girl, kick and screaming as I put her in a dress, trying to rip it apart doing anything she can to hurt me and my efforts to make her a girl

but for some reason she still follows my every command~ because if we’re being honest we both know she loves this

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Thursday:

Well so things’ve been good today! Work was exhausting as usual, wearing white shirts instead of the usual grey has been nice… Oh! but you know that really nice Nicole girl? She gave me this! A ring of some sort? Not too sure she meant with it?

Should I put it on? It- I, I mean rings are for girls aren’t they? -

But like… It’d be rude to refuse a gift? Or- Does she expect me to do something else with it? I mean no way she’d expect me to wear it… Right?

Wait what if this was magic No way, I should just head to bed already

But first I should decide...

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Thursday:

Well so things’ve been good today! Work was exhausting as usual, wearing white shirts instead of the usual grey has been nice… Oh! but you know that really nice Nicole girl? She gave me this! A ring of some sort? Not too sure she meant with it?

Should I put it on? It- I, I mean rings are for girls aren’t they? -

But like… It’d be rude to refuse a gift? Or- Does she expect me to do something else with it? I mean no way she’d expect me to wear it… Right?

Wait what if this was magic No way, I should just head to bed already

But first I should decide...

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If you keep this up you’ll be a girl in a cute dress in no time <3

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future archaeologists will know you were (not) a boy

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fighting back the urge to tell every man to take estrogen

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Uh oh, the A.I. on your long haul space mission has analyzed your psyche profile and diagnosed you as "pretty princess". Yeah, it's been adding feminizing horomes to your diet and adding subliminal suggestions to the background ambient noise. Yeah, the physical and mental changes are prefectly normal. I wouldn't worry that pretty head of yours if I were you.

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GIRL MODE ENGAGED (nothing visibly changes, but the “joy” bar starts increasing)

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I had a dream last night about a sort of maid cafe where they make *you* wear the maid dress instead???

And when you finish eating, you have to clean up your own table, like changing the tablecloth, setting the table, etc. All while wearing the maid dress.

And the cost of the maid dress is covered in your reservation so when you're done eating & cleaning up, you get to keep it.

Certainly an interesting dream, would totally go there :3

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Forcefem February story: Nicole saves Ethan

Part one - Nicole

It began as it usually did. Nicole, a poor helpless orphaned young woman, with a story to make the most stoic of men sob, and such a great excuse for her to join the town. The town's eldest was wary of her. He knew, she thought. Or at least, he suspected something. Nevertheless. That wouldn't stop her. This wasn't her first, anymore. Nicole knew how to handle herself. Keep herself en guarde.

It did make her job less fun, though. She had barely any respite, needed a consistent story and a consistent character, every moment of her waking day. And she couldn't work at night, lest they see the light of her room.

Angela had been very lovely, on this part. The old woman had allowed Nicole to stay in her ex-husband's study, as it hadn't been used in years. Angela had lost him, she would say, on the lonely nights. He had walked out one day, and never came back. Taken by the night, she would say. Nicole wondered if she knew, too. She wondered if the creaks of wood she heard from behind her door were Angela, watching her, spying her.

All that to say it really wasn't a fun time. She yearned for the plan to enter motion. It had already been a month! Usually, she could have had cleared step one in a week, at most, but clearly, Diana's choice of town still lacked. She'd have to talk about it with her, once she was back. Even though Diana was her best friend and most trusted ally at the Academy, she still lacked a lot of technical skills. Maybe that was why the administration still refused her application for solo missions. "I ought to help Diana out", Nicole thought to herself. Her friend was her senior in experience and yet Nicole risked graduating before her.

Nicole approached the mirror. She was still as beautiful as ever. Surely, this face would be enough to sway most hearts. Her hair was undone. She grabbed her hairpin, held a strand of hair, and clipped it onto her hair. Suddenly, a swirl of magic took control of the brunette's hair, assembled it in a neat ponytail. She messed with it a little bit. Better not make it look too neatly woven. She had an image to keep up. She grabbed her dress, Angela had washed it for her. What a treasure of a woman. She almost felt guilty to betray her trust in this way. But then again, she always did. It never stopped her.

Going down the stairs, Nicole yelled "I'm ready!". Angela's brother had asked for a helping hand. It did upset her plans,, but she had to keep up appearances until the end. She could still do it tonight. She would do it tonight. She had faith.

The day seemed to never end. She had been gathering herbs for hours by now, but still Angela's brother showed no sign of going back home. At least the sun was still high. Finally, the man spoke to her. "I think we're done for today, you can go back." "Oh thanks," she said, without a trace of emotion in her voice. Finally, speaking her soul.

This place was boring. The local pub served frankly disappointing alcohols, and was only inhabited by things that were more of the decaying corpse than they were of the person. The town's center was usually occupied by a group of gangsters - guards - that looked at her like she was a piece of meat. Whatever. This would soon be over.

There he was, her target. A boy named Ethan. He had little presence, few friends. Nobody would miss him. Nobody would care.

She would.

He had short black hair, wore a white shirt and brown pants. She had seen boys like him by the dozen, and all of them had became beautiful, happy girls. He would follow.

"Hi," Nicole exclaimed brightly, with a little wave, "I'm here early! -Nicole! Hello, I am glad to see you. -I have a gift for you!" Saying this, Nicole reached for her bag's contents. There was a choice to be made; four rings from which to decide the step to take.