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That cool chick you're a little too intimidated to actually speak to, the feminist who complains about the patriarchy just often enough to make you wonder if you'd ever even have a chance, the hot gal who never seems to take her mind off of politics long enough to just relax? It's pretty easy to psyche yourself up and strike out before you even ask a question and find out that hey, if you actually engage with her on a human level there might be an honest communication to be had instead of putting her up on a pedestal and putting her into an easy little box to make your "inevitable" rejection sting that much less. Like, she probably just wants to get stoned and fuck as much as the next girl even if she's not going to make you breakfast in bed the next morning.
Anna's that proverbial cool girl who doesn't really have her shit together, but fakes it just enough to make the world think she might. She plays bass, she's ostensibly still going to school between blackout weekends, she just barely manages to not abuse her parents' checks enough to get cut off for being a useless layabout. And yet despite being just as messed up and figuring things out as anyone else, her one superpower is managing a thin veneer of "unattainable badass" that she wears on her sleeve like a full suit of armor. Y'know, she's read .. smart stuff. She can throw down about the problems with the world, and talk your ear off about music with enough history to give her some depth, but end of the day she's just skating by until someone finally discovers she's an impostor (just like the rest of us). We're all just lookin' for a little happiness after all.
So how to obtain the unobtainable and find that little happiness along the way? Well these days, that's easier than ever thanks to this One Weird Trick. You Won't Believe What Happens Next! Everything's obtainable, the world can be what you think it should be, and hey, isn't it about time we worried about men's rights for once? And someone like Anna who's both frigidly blocked off but also scrambling for happiness and purpose, I mean, wouldn't she actually really benefit if a man could just tell her what to do from now on? And if she actually maybe saw the virtues of the occasional breakfast in bed? And smiling more?
Well, I mean sure, maybe she would argue otherwise. But maybe she also shouldn't have ended up in a request thread where hypnosis and brainwashing and bimboization are real things in the world. Clearly she was asking for it.
I have an on-again / off-again love affair with mental flexibility and dom sub stuff that became pretty on-again late last year (I've kept my original Christmas-themed version of this spoilered at the end of the thread just because I hate to delete stuff), and I'm feeling like exploring it. You might know me from such request threads as "Anna ends up in an alternate fantasy world", and this is basically along those lines in some ways just that the fantasy world is one that basically looks like our own, but flexible. Exaggerated, even. It's a version of our world where science fiction and fantasy tropes can exist and they might be rare and unusual and unknown to pretty much everyone but a lucky few, or it could be as blatant as picking up an "As Seen On TV" brain-draining device at your local Walgreens to play a prank on someone with. In other words, real world, strict realism optional. Folks can blow out birthday candles and have their wishes actually come true. Walking under a ladder really is bad luck. There really is a vast lizard-man conspiracy running the financial world.
Anna's college aged, a burnout, but not totally useless. She's aloof but not disinterested. She is the very model of major millenial malaise. She's a #HotGirlForBernie, not a Warren stan. She's pretty much got a good chance at making something of herself if she ever just manages to focus and get her shit together, but y'know, this is all about kink and brainwashing, so! She won't. But someone else will definitely make something of her.
So here are some specific ideas and character archetypes I'm generally looking for independent of main plot. You've got your good natured nerds who feel hapless around women but still figure the universe has got to owe them sometime; these can be long-suffering friend-zoned types, the thoughtlessly humiliated folks, or even just those who figure they've got nothing in common with the girl of their dreams. There's always the alpha jock bro options too, the "we hunted the mammoth" types who are all about taking things back to the fifties, or who just see red whenever a lady dares to have an opinion. You've also got the father knows best fellas who you know, ain't actually her daddy but sure as hell might act like it when they start figuring out how to mansplain the world to a silly young thing.
When it comes to starting to change Anna's outlook on life, bouncing any of these types off of her will definitely work, but she can be in all sorts of different starting points; in a financial bind that has her taking on a new job or putting up with some "small" concession for funding. She might have skipped the rent check once too often and gotten unwanted attention 'cause of it from landlords or roommates. In a school setting on campus, there can be fellow students, professors, frat guys, all the usual suspects. Maybe it has to do with her musical aspirations, somethin' going down on a rare road trip to play somewhere other than the same shitty dive bar, or someone promising fame and fortune with a little change in attitude and look.
And any of this can be mixed or matched or improved upon (these are all just super vague and quick, I know!), but at the end of the day the point is to loosen those inhibitions and wipe away those brain cells, and there's plenty of ways to do that. Collars or chips with technology to zap into the brainstem, potions and magic that can wish-upon-a-star or change things with just one sip, hypnosis and cologne that addles the mind, you know, anything that might get the ball rolling and have some fun applications.
PM me, you horny dorks.
Hell Yeah
* Fellas -- I dig big dicks (you know, porno style, but longer and skinnier or thicker and fatter than average is fun too) and a fair range of body types. I don't go in for stereotypically "gross" humiliation dom types, you know, your Carl from Aqua Teen dudes. But skinny nerds, hardbodies hunks, and dad bodded dudes with some thicc are all welcome.
* Brainwashing -- duh. But here's where I finally say what I like about it and how, sort of. Snapping one's fingers and changing her mind is fine and dandy and all, but the mental back and forth of knowing stuff is changing without being able to stop it is really fun. There's lot of variations and wiggle room to be had. She might even be into it in some way! I like a medium-burn generally.
* Bimboization -- I also like it to have IQ complications. Not hoop earrings and bleached blonde hair and bright pink stuff, but more in the "ignorance is bliss" style where the hornier and happier she has the opportunity to be, it comes at the cost of thinkin' about stuff that's not .. horny and happy.
* Happy, Bad, and Everything In-Between Endings -- because just because she ends up as a brainless dicksucker doesn't mean it has to be a tragedy. But one girl's tragedy is also fuckin' hot.
* Brainless Dicksucking -- because Anna's got DSL like what, and oral sex is fuckin' great for everyone involved.
* Misogyny -- I mean, kinda the whole point. Dudes who think gals are just dumb animals anyway get to be proven right, go you, alpha stud.
* Fuck her brutally in the ass. -- Seriously? Poop comes out of there.
* Speaking of which -- Just no.
* Be a no-nonsense, serious, darkevil rapist mammajamma. -- Let me be clear that I love evil scheming bad-guy "bitches gotta know their place" mad science villain types and alpha-holes and all but have a sense of humor about it. In the end, she's gonna want it, even if you changed her brain to be that way.
* Tickle, lickle, or pickle her feet. -- Feet are weird. You're weird. Go away. Yes, you.
By the way, both of those lists? Can and prolly will be edited with extreme prejudice since I literally always forget that I'm cool with something or not cool with something until someone brings it up to me, so be understanding in this initial period, k? If it's not on there? Sure, bring it up. I'm down with water sports you weirdo, and I mean weirdo in the most nonjudgmental way. I'm game for anything as long as it a.) doesn't actively turn me off and b.) makes for an interesting scene.
Oh, and a note on my availability: I post when I can. Some days and weeks that's a lot, sometimes it's not. Please leave the stalkyness at the door and we'll get along just fine. You can always shoot me a PM here if you just wanna pick my brain or shoot the shit, too, though without play on the line I can't promise I'll be hooked 5eva.
And now, for something completely different and seasonally appropriate. You might know Anna from my other thread, and I'm happy to keep on rolling with her here in a totally different fish-out-of-water sort of way (though I ain't opposed to coming up with a new character for this stupid, stupid idea, so long as I'm spreading my wings and before I delete this thread in shame). So yeah, everyone knows how good Community Seasons 1-3 were (and how totally okay seasons 5 and 6 were (and THERE WAS NO SEASON 4)), so I ain't even going to feel bad about stealing the two minute long sexy-santa bit and turning it into something that's definitely going to have diminisableblah ble.
The short idea: Anna Williams hates Christmas. She's grinchy as hell. She's working at the mall in a crappy little clothing store or Hot Topic-alike this winter, and the endless repetition of the same six covers of the same five songs are drilling into her brain like some kind of drill, going into some kind of brain. She may or may not even have a legitimate reason to hate Christmas (something about her dad, and a fireplace, and not noticing the smell for days), but any which way, she's here to basically be the Zooey Deschanel to the rest-of-the-World's Buddy. But that's where a little Christmas magic comes in to make her see the real reason for the season! Just like all of our favorite Holiday specials, something notices that she doesn't have very much Christmas cheer, and decides to help her fix that!
It's kind of a horror-movie premise when you think about it. She starts out non-conformist and proudly anti-capitalist and yadda yadda, and by the time December 25th rolls around, she can't help but giggle and bounce at the thought of pressies! And too bad for her, but the coming around to the spirit of Christmas is always the end of the movie, so guess there's no more character growth for her after that!
Couple of ideas for specifics here:
* All I Want For Christmas Is You: Some poor sap who has been a friend or neighbor or customer of Anna's for a while makes a very special Christmas wish that he'd pretty much give anything to get her under some mistletoe this year. And luckily for him, there just happens to be some Christmas magic in the air to help whisk away her resistance to the thought of finally giving him a very special present. A particular song worming its way into her mind and pushing out her resistant thoughts, some candy canes that prove weirdly addictive, or just some mistletoe that can't help but compel a kiss, and then another, and then some more? He'll get the means one way or another to have the best Christmas ever!
* You Better Watch Out: The mall Santa has a particularly odd twinkle in his eye, and a comment about her sour behavior every time she ends up going past Santa's Village in the morning. Could it be that he's not just any old mall Santa, and that there might actually be some truth to that old adage about being naughty or nice? It's not that hard to transfer from where she's currently working to being one of Santa's helpers, is it? All she needs is a big smile and the cute little Elf costume and a total frontal Grinchbotomy and suddenly she'll realize the real reason for the season!
* Babe in Toyland: Working in a mall toy store is the literal worst this time of year of course, but there's something especially weird going on whenever closing time comes around. It feels like somebody's watching her even when nobody is there. Sometimes it even sounds like there's little feet running around, but no kids are trying to sneak around after hours? Toys just don't understand why someone would hate Christmas when it's every toy's dream to end up under somebody's tree .. so maybe if they help Anna end up gift wrapped, she'll be the happiest dolly ever come the 25th!
I mean yeah, just some kinda horrory, smart cool chick turns into giggly Christmas slut ideas and I'm happy to take questions or comments from the peanut gallery on just how stupid this entire idea is, but hey, it sounds like a good time to me. We can dial up the bouncy giggliness or the Xmas horror or whatever, because these all go to 11. Probably going to be relatively short term scenes overall, probably gonna prefer PMs for play like usual, yadda yadda yadda. PM me, as always, you horny dorks!
Anna's that proverbial cool girl who doesn't really have her shit together, but fakes it just enough to make the world think she might. She plays bass, she's ostensibly still going to school between blackout weekends, she just barely manages to not abuse her parents' checks enough to get cut off for being a useless layabout. And yet despite being just as messed up and figuring things out as anyone else, her one superpower is managing a thin veneer of "unattainable badass" that she wears on her sleeve like a full suit of armor. Y'know, she's read .. smart stuff. She can throw down about the problems with the world, and talk your ear off about music with enough history to give her some depth, but end of the day she's just skating by until someone finally discovers she's an impostor (just like the rest of us). We're all just lookin' for a little happiness after all.
So how to obtain the unobtainable and find that little happiness along the way? Well these days, that's easier than ever thanks to this One Weird Trick. You Won't Believe What Happens Next! Everything's obtainable, the world can be what you think it should be, and hey, isn't it about time we worried about men's rights for once? And someone like Anna who's both frigidly blocked off but also scrambling for happiness and purpose, I mean, wouldn't she actually really benefit if a man could just tell her what to do from now on? And if she actually maybe saw the virtues of the occasional breakfast in bed? And smiling more?
Well, I mean sure, maybe she would argue otherwise. But maybe she also shouldn't have ended up in a request thread where hypnosis and brainwashing and bimboization are real things in the world. Clearly she was asking for it.
The Dealio
I have an on-again / off-again love affair with mental flexibility and dom sub stuff that became pretty on-again late last year (I've kept my original Christmas-themed version of this spoilered at the end of the thread just because I hate to delete stuff), and I'm feeling like exploring it. You might know me from such request threads as "Anna ends up in an alternate fantasy world", and this is basically along those lines in some ways just that the fantasy world is one that basically looks like our own, but flexible. Exaggerated, even. It's a version of our world where science fiction and fantasy tropes can exist and they might be rare and unusual and unknown to pretty much everyone but a lucky few, or it could be as blatant as picking up an "As Seen On TV" brain-draining device at your local Walgreens to play a prank on someone with. In other words, real world, strict realism optional. Folks can blow out birthday candles and have their wishes actually come true. Walking under a ladder really is bad luck. There really is a vast lizard-man conspiracy running the financial world.
Anna's college aged, a burnout, but not totally useless. She's aloof but not disinterested. She is the very model of major millenial malaise. She's a #HotGirlForBernie, not a Warren stan. She's pretty much got a good chance at making something of herself if she ever just manages to focus and get her shit together, but y'know, this is all about kink and brainwashing, so! She won't. But someone else will definitely make something of her.
Plotbunnies and Character Archetypes
So here are some specific ideas and character archetypes I'm generally looking for independent of main plot. You've got your good natured nerds who feel hapless around women but still figure the universe has got to owe them sometime; these can be long-suffering friend-zoned types, the thoughtlessly humiliated folks, or even just those who figure they've got nothing in common with the girl of their dreams. There's always the alpha jock bro options too, the "we hunted the mammoth" types who are all about taking things back to the fifties, or who just see red whenever a lady dares to have an opinion. You've also got the father knows best fellas who you know, ain't actually her daddy but sure as hell might act like it when they start figuring out how to mansplain the world to a silly young thing.
When it comes to starting to change Anna's outlook on life, bouncing any of these types off of her will definitely work, but she can be in all sorts of different starting points; in a financial bind that has her taking on a new job or putting up with some "small" concession for funding. She might have skipped the rent check once too often and gotten unwanted attention 'cause of it from landlords or roommates. In a school setting on campus, there can be fellow students, professors, frat guys, all the usual suspects. Maybe it has to do with her musical aspirations, somethin' going down on a rare road trip to play somewhere other than the same shitty dive bar, or someone promising fame and fortune with a little change in attitude and look.
And any of this can be mixed or matched or improved upon (these are all just super vague and quick, I know!), but at the end of the day the point is to loosen those inhibitions and wipe away those brain cells, and there's plenty of ways to do that. Collars or chips with technology to zap into the brainstem, potions and magic that can wish-upon-a-star or change things with just one sip, hypnosis and cologne that addles the mind, you know, anything that might get the ball rolling and have some fun applications.
Okay, is there ONE thing you're craving right now?
Sure: I'm looking for kind of an asshole right now. Someone who's got a little bit of a rivalry with Ms. Williams, academically, politically, or just general "when are they going to hate fuck" levels of butting heads with one another. Someone who gets the means to which to finally take Anna's biting wit and casual intelligence and scrub them clean between her ears, who gets off on turning her into a dumb little slut and parading her around. Who won't be happy until she's practically drooling as a second language and who's cup size is significantly bigger than her IQ.. Basically, I'm kinda feeling a cruel guy at the moment who is going to utterly, completely Win.
PM me, you horny dorks.
Hell Yeah
* Fellas -- I dig big dicks (you know, porno style, but longer and skinnier or thicker and fatter than average is fun too) and a fair range of body types. I don't go in for stereotypically "gross" humiliation dom types, you know, your Carl from Aqua Teen dudes. But skinny nerds, hardbodies hunks, and dad bodded dudes with some thicc are all welcome.
* Brainwashing -- duh. But here's where I finally say what I like about it and how, sort of. Snapping one's fingers and changing her mind is fine and dandy and all, but the mental back and forth of knowing stuff is changing without being able to stop it is really fun. There's lot of variations and wiggle room to be had. She might even be into it in some way! I like a medium-burn generally.
* Bimboization -- I also like it to have IQ complications. Not hoop earrings and bleached blonde hair and bright pink stuff, but more in the "ignorance is bliss" style where the hornier and happier she has the opportunity to be, it comes at the cost of thinkin' about stuff that's not .. horny and happy.
* Happy, Bad, and Everything In-Between Endings -- because just because she ends up as a brainless dicksucker doesn't mean it has to be a tragedy. But one girl's tragedy is also fuckin' hot.
* Brainless Dicksucking -- because Anna's got DSL like what, and oral sex is fuckin' great for everyone involved.
* Misogyny -- I mean, kinda the whole point. Dudes who think gals are just dumb animals anyway get to be proven right, go you, alpha stud.
Aw, Nah
* Fuck her brutally in the ass. -- Seriously? Poop comes out of there.
* Speaking of which -- Just no.
* Be a no-nonsense, serious, darkevil rapist mammajamma. -- Let me be clear that I love evil scheming bad-guy "bitches gotta know their place" mad science villain types and alpha-holes and all but have a sense of humor about it. In the end, she's gonna want it, even if you changed her brain to be that way.
* Tickle, lickle, or pickle her feet. -- Feet are weird. You're weird. Go away. Yes, you.
By the way, both of those lists? Can and prolly will be edited with extreme prejudice since I literally always forget that I'm cool with something or not cool with something until someone brings it up to me, so be understanding in this initial period, k? If it's not on there? Sure, bring it up. I'm down with water sports you weirdo, and I mean weirdo in the most nonjudgmental way. I'm game for anything as long as it a.) doesn't actively turn me off and b.) makes for an interesting scene.
Oh, and a note on my availability: I post when I can. Some days and weeks that's a lot, sometimes it's not. Please leave the stalkyness at the door and we'll get along just fine. You can always shoot me a PM here if you just wanna pick my brain or shoot the shit, too, though without play on the line I can't promise I'll be hooked 5eva.
Okay, yeah, my bimboification depravity has gone to its nadir and I wanna play the hucow thing. What's not to love? It's all the objectification of getting smaller brains and bigger boobs, plus a side-salad of extra dehumanization! I'm not fancy. And I've got three kinda flavors that we can play around with, at least as points to start brainstormin' from -- but feel free to toss anything my way that could fit right in!
Blah blah blah, the usual basics: my girl Anna is a hot burnout sort, an armchair dirtbag leftist, a wannabe musician, and I wanna get her into trouble.
1.) I'm goin' to Bovine University! -- Anna, like always, needs either a passing grade or some cash for rent. So she signs up for an experimental class, study, or job figuring it'll be an easy path to getting exactly what she wants. Unfortunately for her, what she gets instead is a brand new scientific breakthrough combining the genetic code of certain other creatures with humanity, and now her life begins to quickly fall apart as a new, simpler one expands before her. (Or maybe that's just her tits.)
2.) The Next Mootation -- It honestly only happens to like, one in a thousand women. Nobody knows entirely what caused it, either. But one way or another, sometime between the time that they can legally drive and the time that they can legally drink, some women start to get a splitting headache consistently for about a week straight; which is the precursor to the cute little horns that sprout out of their forehead. That's only the first change however as she finds her life as a human over and joins the growing herds of hucows who an entire industry has cropped up to serve and use. Maybe she'll find a nice small town farm! Or maybe she'll just end up strapped into horrible machines and studded out, who knows?
3.) "What's a human?" -- Going back to the good ol' isekai-adjacent Connecticut Hottie in King Arthur's Court idea wherein Anna finds herself randomly transported to a fantasy land, once again ... she does. Only this fantasy land doesn't actually know what a human is, and the orcs or goblins or whatever that find her have to piece together the clues. She's covered in leather .. she's got huge udders ... this is a "cow", right? Definitely! That's what she is! They heard about these before!
Blah blah blah, the usual basics: my girl Anna is a hot burnout sort, an armchair dirtbag leftist, a wannabe musician, and I wanna get her into trouble.
1.) I'm goin' to Bovine University! -- Anna, like always, needs either a passing grade or some cash for rent. So she signs up for an experimental class, study, or job figuring it'll be an easy path to getting exactly what she wants. Unfortunately for her, what she gets instead is a brand new scientific breakthrough combining the genetic code of certain other creatures with humanity, and now her life begins to quickly fall apart as a new, simpler one expands before her. (Or maybe that's just her tits.)
2.) The Next Mootation -- It honestly only happens to like, one in a thousand women. Nobody knows entirely what caused it, either. But one way or another, sometime between the time that they can legally drive and the time that they can legally drink, some women start to get a splitting headache consistently for about a week straight; which is the precursor to the cute little horns that sprout out of their forehead. That's only the first change however as she finds her life as a human over and joins the growing herds of hucows who an entire industry has cropped up to serve and use. Maybe she'll find a nice small town farm! Or maybe she'll just end up strapped into horrible machines and studded out, who knows?
3.) "What's a human?" -- Going back to the good ol' isekai-adjacent Connecticut Hottie in King Arthur's Court idea wherein Anna finds herself randomly transported to a fantasy land, once again ... she does. Only this fantasy land doesn't actually know what a human is, and the orcs or goblins or whatever that find her have to piece together the clues. She's covered in leather .. she's got huge udders ... this is a "cow", right? Definitely! That's what she is! They heard about these before!
The short idea: Anna Williams hates Christmas. She's grinchy as hell. She's working at the mall in a crappy little clothing store or Hot Topic-alike this winter, and the endless repetition of the same six covers of the same five songs are drilling into her brain like some kind of drill, going into some kind of brain. She may or may not even have a legitimate reason to hate Christmas (something about her dad, and a fireplace, and not noticing the smell for days), but any which way, she's here to basically be the Zooey Deschanel to the rest-of-the-World's Buddy. But that's where a little Christmas magic comes in to make her see the real reason for the season! Just like all of our favorite Holiday specials, something notices that she doesn't have very much Christmas cheer, and decides to help her fix that!
It's kind of a horror-movie premise when you think about it. She starts out non-conformist and proudly anti-capitalist and yadda yadda, and by the time December 25th rolls around, she can't help but giggle and bounce at the thought of pressies! And too bad for her, but the coming around to the spirit of Christmas is always the end of the movie, so guess there's no more character growth for her after that!
Couple of ideas for specifics here:
* All I Want For Christmas Is You: Some poor sap who has been a friend or neighbor or customer of Anna's for a while makes a very special Christmas wish that he'd pretty much give anything to get her under some mistletoe this year. And luckily for him, there just happens to be some Christmas magic in the air to help whisk away her resistance to the thought of finally giving him a very special present. A particular song worming its way into her mind and pushing out her resistant thoughts, some candy canes that prove weirdly addictive, or just some mistletoe that can't help but compel a kiss, and then another, and then some more? He'll get the means one way or another to have the best Christmas ever!
* You Better Watch Out: The mall Santa has a particularly odd twinkle in his eye, and a comment about her sour behavior every time she ends up going past Santa's Village in the morning. Could it be that he's not just any old mall Santa, and that there might actually be some truth to that old adage about being naughty or nice? It's not that hard to transfer from where she's currently working to being one of Santa's helpers, is it? All she needs is a big smile and the cute little Elf costume and a total frontal Grinchbotomy and suddenly she'll realize the real reason for the season!
* Babe in Toyland: Working in a mall toy store is the literal worst this time of year of course, but there's something especially weird going on whenever closing time comes around. It feels like somebody's watching her even when nobody is there. Sometimes it even sounds like there's little feet running around, but no kids are trying to sneak around after hours? Toys just don't understand why someone would hate Christmas when it's every toy's dream to end up under somebody's tree .. so maybe if they help Anna end up gift wrapped, she'll be the happiest dolly ever come the 25th!
I mean yeah, just some kinda horrory, smart cool chick turns into giggly Christmas slut ideas and I'm happy to take questions or comments from the peanut gallery on just how stupid this entire idea is, but hey, it sounds like a good time to me. We can dial up the bouncy giggliness or the Xmas horror or whatever, because these all go to 11. Probably going to be relatively short term scenes overall, probably gonna prefer PMs for play like usual, yadda yadda yadda. PM me, as always, you horny dorks!
What follows is pretty much an intro post; you can TL;DR it if you want.
"I didn't even know they still made paper maps, dad."
Anna was frustrated, but honestly, what the hell else was new? Nothing in the world ever seemed to be good enough for his daughter; her public school, the way he cooked, the things he tried to buy for her on birthdays or Christmas. She had been a rebel just for kicks now since she had turned twelve. Then again, that had been the same year that mom had died, so it wasn't as though things were a total mystery as to why his once playful, perky, smiling child had gradually replaced every color in her wardrobe with black and started staying out way past curfew no matter how many times that she'd been grounded. There was simply no escaping one another in a house that was too big for two, even if she slammed the door and stayed behind the jaunty keep out! sign for most of her high school career. As they said though, absence made the heart grow fonder?
Their phone calls had been a lot more pleasant than their face to face interactions had ever been, once she had actually started calling him on a regular basis about two months into her freshman year of college. At the very least, she made sure to check in once a week to make sure he was doing alright and give him the lowdown on how her collegiate career was going. Maybe it was guilt for how she had treated him for so long, being ungrateful not because she hated him but because some part of her resented growing up in a single-parent family; because she had been drinking and doing drugs way too often, way too young and now she was mostly sober (during the week) enough to realize that he was all she had, and she was all he had. She had even started retaliating his somewhat playful questions about whether or not she was dating anyone yet with the same question back at him. "You've had the house to yourself since August, please tell me you've at least screwed someone in it," she had teased him right back only to laugh at his admonishment that she shouldn't put it that way when he wasn't even putting it out there.
She set him up an online dating profile at Christmas break when she came home, even though he just sighed and shook his head about not ever being likely to use it. I mean -- technology wasn't something he was some doddering old fool about or anything like that, but her parents had married and conceived relatively late in their lives. He wasn't exactly a spring chicken either, regardless of how empty the nest was. And he definitely didn't seem to approve of her dodgy ".. a few someones," when asked once again if she was seeing anyone these days while they had a particularly lonely seeming Christmas dinner that year. "I'm being safe!" she promised. Things had felt better between them that week, but there had been something in the air that Anna felt like she was bracing for.
All that frustration came racing back right before New Years when he finally admitted he was selling the house. The house she'd grown up in. The house he'd lived with her mom in. The house she'd had every birthday in, until this February when she'd be off back at school again and miss celebrating it with him for the first time, probably getting his usual jewelry that she'd never wear in the mail rather than in a box wrapped up hopefully. Every conversation on the phone after that break was a more terse "Hock off all my childhood memories yet, dad?" sort of talk, even though she tried to temper it down after the first few mentions that she really wasn't being fair about it.
Look, Anna was an angry young woman for a lot of reasons, and she didn't always take it out on the right people or in the best ways. Sober on the school days didn't mean she wasn't still abusing sometimes, didn't mean she was on the right medication, didn't mean that she was taking care of herself or in the right headspace when she called her father a lot of the time. And the seeing a few someones thing, well, she had always had intimacy issues. That kind of thing happened when you got your boobs the same year your mama died and suddenly every man in the world seemed to think that a preteen was ready to be cat-called on the sidewalk, and the oldest boy in your grade could get slapped on the wrist for just "playing around" on the scariest day of her life where thank god nothing actually ended up happening and he decided you were "too much trouble" anyway. She had problems with men, is the thing. Long term relationships? Not for her. If anything, her dad refusing to remarry or even date and always treating her kindly even when she was a shitty little bitch to him kinda put an unrealistic standard out for her that she was still always keeping her eyes open for.
All in all, it was no surprise that as she sped in her 2003 corolla beater through what felt like an absolute wasteland in the Sevier desert up I-15 from 70 and tried to follow the highlighter on the map he'd sent her again -- thankful that both there was almost nobody else on the road while she tried to deal with the stupid thing and that at least there weren't a lot of twists and turns -- she was angry at him again when she was really just angry at the circumstances. Driving all the way to some no place, no where town called Stepford Lake was a hell of a worse drive back from school for the summer than she had endured during Christmas. When she finally saw the titular lake, her reaction was mostly relief. "Do you mean Sevier Lake, dad?" she had tried to clarify more than once when googling the place, but he had been certain that wasn't the right body of water or city.
I mean, it's not like the place looked new. Shiny and well maintained as though it was new and somebody still cared about it sure, but not actually new in any traditional sense. Her car actually felt spiffy and high tech compared to some of what she saw once she got off the highway and drove into the most green she'd seen all day driving, plenty of clear agriculture and aquifer work having gone into making sure the lake made the surrounding desert area thrive compared to the nothing, nothing, nothing she had just driven through. How her dad had even found this place was beyond Anna's comprehension, but she got it a little bit once she arrived. It wasn't like he'd been a kid in the fifties, he wasn't that old, but he had grown up on Leave it to Beaver and stuff like that, so he must've found something to like about it. And now he'd found a whole damn place to like about it. It reminded her of when he'd showed her Back to the Future, not really getting it the same way he had since she hadn't lived through either of the time periods. The car was literally barely younger than she was.
Snuffing out her cigarette in her overflowing make-shift ash tray in the cup holder of her car, Anna parked her ostentatiously out of place beater and rolled the windows back up, thankful she wouldn't need the map to get out of here again since GPS could get her back to school after another thirteen-freaking-hour drive once August rolled back around. Still, for May in the middle of the desert, it wasn't as hot as she'd been expecting.
Still way too hot as balls to justify wearing black leather or even black denim, but goddamnit if she was gonna sacrifice style for comfort.
His house was much smaller than the one she'd grown up in, that was for sure. A quaint little one-story, two bedroom rather than the two-story practical mansion she'd lived in, the kind that said that mom and dad had expected to have at least one or two more kids and been bought with bubble economy money. This fit a lot better, she figured. And in a town that looked this .. nice, right down to the Norman Rockwell-esque WELCOME TO STEPFORD LAKE! painting that was the town's introductory billboard, maybe he could even finally find a nice girl. The stretch from New Years to the end of the semester had somehow felt even longer than from August to Christmas had, but maybe that's because she finally felt like they'd get to spend time together this time. Even if it was somewhere totally new and weird.
"Dad? You ready to show me around the place?" she called out after knocking on the door and letting herself in; referring both to the new house and the town itself. Maybe he could make her understand why he'd uprooted himself so far away. Especially when it was exactly the kind of place his punk-y twenty year old was going to absolutely hate on the surface of it all, even if she could admit to its general niceness vibe. Still, love it or hate it, it was only three months; she was going to owe that to her dad, and it didn't matter where he was or she was as long as they got to spend some time together again. She was going to make sure he was eating something better than his own terrible cooking, make sure he wasn't falling off his exercise routine for the millionth time, make sure he was actually trying to hook up with some kind of updo'd honey if he was gonna move all the way out here for a fresh start, that kind of thing. He got under her skin, she got under his, but he was her dad and she loved him; she wanted him to have the best of everything, the way he tried to give to her even when she was admittedly ungrateful about things.
So hello! This is, simply enough in service of a more focused version of my usual-these-days thing, a happy(?) little brainwashing incest-plot. Anna's a liberal listless layabout with a subscription worth of issues; her dad's an old-fashioned conservative empty nester who's living out his mid-life crisis;they fight crime!
I'm happy to pick things up from here or consider some variations if you wanna twist things up, but the basic idea of the estranged father and daughter getting closer -- a lot closer -- in a town with a particular view of femininity is the whole thrust of things. If you're reading this and somehow not familiar with the general vibe or concept of the Stepford Wives, well, long story short they literally replace their women with obedient robots. Stepford Lake isn't quite into bionics, but they do like to enforce certain expectations and rules about how women behave and they have the means to do so. There's something in the water, there's something in the air, and if you spend enough time around town you might just feel like you've found the right place for you.
Here's some general rules of thumb and things I like (or, you know, a kinklist, whatever):
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"I didn't even know they still made paper maps, dad."
Anna was frustrated, but honestly, what the hell else was new? Nothing in the world ever seemed to be good enough for his daughter; her public school, the way he cooked, the things he tried to buy for her on birthdays or Christmas. She had been a rebel just for kicks now since she had turned twelve. Then again, that had been the same year that mom had died, so it wasn't as though things were a total mystery as to why his once playful, perky, smiling child had gradually replaced every color in her wardrobe with black and started staying out way past curfew no matter how many times that she'd been grounded. There was simply no escaping one another in a house that was too big for two, even if she slammed the door and stayed behind the jaunty keep out! sign for most of her high school career. As they said though, absence made the heart grow fonder?
Their phone calls had been a lot more pleasant than their face to face interactions had ever been, once she had actually started calling him on a regular basis about two months into her freshman year of college. At the very least, she made sure to check in once a week to make sure he was doing alright and give him the lowdown on how her collegiate career was going. Maybe it was guilt for how she had treated him for so long, being ungrateful not because she hated him but because some part of her resented growing up in a single-parent family; because she had been drinking and doing drugs way too often, way too young and now she was mostly sober (during the week) enough to realize that he was all she had, and she was all he had. She had even started retaliating his somewhat playful questions about whether or not she was dating anyone yet with the same question back at him. "You've had the house to yourself since August, please tell me you've at least screwed someone in it," she had teased him right back only to laugh at his admonishment that she shouldn't put it that way when he wasn't even putting it out there.
She set him up an online dating profile at Christmas break when she came home, even though he just sighed and shook his head about not ever being likely to use it. I mean -- technology wasn't something he was some doddering old fool about or anything like that, but her parents had married and conceived relatively late in their lives. He wasn't exactly a spring chicken either, regardless of how empty the nest was. And he definitely didn't seem to approve of her dodgy ".. a few someones," when asked once again if she was seeing anyone these days while they had a particularly lonely seeming Christmas dinner that year. "I'm being safe!" she promised. Things had felt better between them that week, but there had been something in the air that Anna felt like she was bracing for.
All that frustration came racing back right before New Years when he finally admitted he was selling the house. The house she'd grown up in. The house he'd lived with her mom in. The house she'd had every birthday in, until this February when she'd be off back at school again and miss celebrating it with him for the first time, probably getting his usual jewelry that she'd never wear in the mail rather than in a box wrapped up hopefully. Every conversation on the phone after that break was a more terse "Hock off all my childhood memories yet, dad?" sort of talk, even though she tried to temper it down after the first few mentions that she really wasn't being fair about it.
Look, Anna was an angry young woman for a lot of reasons, and she didn't always take it out on the right people or in the best ways. Sober on the school days didn't mean she wasn't still abusing sometimes, didn't mean she was on the right medication, didn't mean that she was taking care of herself or in the right headspace when she called her father a lot of the time. And the seeing a few someones thing, well, she had always had intimacy issues. That kind of thing happened when you got your boobs the same year your mama died and suddenly every man in the world seemed to think that a preteen was ready to be cat-called on the sidewalk, and the oldest boy in your grade could get slapped on the wrist for just "playing around" on the scariest day of her life where thank god nothing actually ended up happening and he decided you were "too much trouble" anyway. She had problems with men, is the thing. Long term relationships? Not for her. If anything, her dad refusing to remarry or even date and always treating her kindly even when she was a shitty little bitch to him kinda put an unrealistic standard out for her that she was still always keeping her eyes open for.
All in all, it was no surprise that as she sped in her 2003 corolla beater through what felt like an absolute wasteland in the Sevier desert up I-15 from 70 and tried to follow the highlighter on the map he'd sent her again -- thankful that both there was almost nobody else on the road while she tried to deal with the stupid thing and that at least there weren't a lot of twists and turns -- she was angry at him again when she was really just angry at the circumstances. Driving all the way to some no place, no where town called Stepford Lake was a hell of a worse drive back from school for the summer than she had endured during Christmas. When she finally saw the titular lake, her reaction was mostly relief. "Do you mean Sevier Lake, dad?" she had tried to clarify more than once when googling the place, but he had been certain that wasn't the right body of water or city.
I mean, it's not like the place looked new. Shiny and well maintained as though it was new and somebody still cared about it sure, but not actually new in any traditional sense. Her car actually felt spiffy and high tech compared to some of what she saw once she got off the highway and drove into the most green she'd seen all day driving, plenty of clear agriculture and aquifer work having gone into making sure the lake made the surrounding desert area thrive compared to the nothing, nothing, nothing she had just driven through. How her dad had even found this place was beyond Anna's comprehension, but she got it a little bit once she arrived. It wasn't like he'd been a kid in the fifties, he wasn't that old, but he had grown up on Leave it to Beaver and stuff like that, so he must've found something to like about it. And now he'd found a whole damn place to like about it. It reminded her of when he'd showed her Back to the Future, not really getting it the same way he had since she hadn't lived through either of the time periods. The car was literally barely younger than she was.
Snuffing out her cigarette in her overflowing make-shift ash tray in the cup holder of her car, Anna parked her ostentatiously out of place beater and rolled the windows back up, thankful she wouldn't need the map to get out of here again since GPS could get her back to school after another thirteen-freaking-hour drive once August rolled back around. Still, for May in the middle of the desert, it wasn't as hot as she'd been expecting.
Still way too hot as balls to justify wearing black leather or even black denim, but goddamnit if she was gonna sacrifice style for comfort.
His house was much smaller than the one she'd grown up in, that was for sure. A quaint little one-story, two bedroom rather than the two-story practical mansion she'd lived in, the kind that said that mom and dad had expected to have at least one or two more kids and been bought with bubble economy money. This fit a lot better, she figured. And in a town that looked this .. nice, right down to the Norman Rockwell-esque WELCOME TO STEPFORD LAKE! painting that was the town's introductory billboard, maybe he could even finally find a nice girl. The stretch from New Years to the end of the semester had somehow felt even longer than from August to Christmas had, but maybe that's because she finally felt like they'd get to spend time together this time. Even if it was somewhere totally new and weird.
"Dad? You ready to show me around the place?" she called out after knocking on the door and letting herself in; referring both to the new house and the town itself. Maybe he could make her understand why he'd uprooted himself so far away. Especially when it was exactly the kind of place his punk-y twenty year old was going to absolutely hate on the surface of it all, even if she could admit to its general niceness vibe. Still, love it or hate it, it was only three months; she was going to owe that to her dad, and it didn't matter where he was or she was as long as they got to spend some time together again. She was going to make sure he was eating something better than his own terrible cooking, make sure he wasn't falling off his exercise routine for the millionth time, make sure he was actually trying to hook up with some kind of updo'd honey if he was gonna move all the way out here for a fresh start, that kind of thing. He got under her skin, she got under his, but he was her dad and she loved him; she wanted him to have the best of everything, the way he tried to give to her even when she was admittedly ungrateful about things.
So hello! This is, simply enough in service of a more focused version of my usual-these-days thing, a happy(?) little brainwashing incest-plot. Anna's a liberal listless layabout with a subscription worth of issues; her dad's an old-fashioned conservative empty nester who's living out his mid-life crisis;
I'm happy to pick things up from here or consider some variations if you wanna twist things up, but the basic idea of the estranged father and daughter getting closer -- a lot closer -- in a town with a particular view of femininity is the whole thrust of things. If you're reading this and somehow not familiar with the general vibe or concept of the Stepford Wives, well, long story short they literally replace their women with obedient robots. Stepford Lake isn't quite into bionics, but they do like to enforce certain expectations and rules about how women behave and they have the means to do so. There's something in the water, there's something in the air, and if you spend enough time around town you might just feel like you've found the right place for you.
Here's some general rules of thumb and things I like (or, you know, a kinklist, whatever):
- Incest: Yeah, the daddy-daughter thing works for me, obviously, I'm a cliche.
- Brainwashing and Bimboization: The only escape from Stepford is leaving town, and the longer Anna sticks around, the more she's going to fall into line.
- Retro-Femininity: This can also be you know, straight up misogyny -- but the men in town don't have to be hateful about it, they just know what a woman's place is. That's doing the chores, doing the cooking, and doing their men.
- Dressing the Part: Women in Stepford Lake favor the classics. Sun dresses and aprons, high heels and make-up, absolutely no underwear, the classics! You're never fully dressed without a smile, but sometimes you don't need much more.
- Silver Fox: Daddy ain't exactly a young man anymore; maybe he's keeping it tight or letting it go, but gray's just another stage in life.
- Good genetics: Anna's stacked, daddy's hung, they got the good stuff in their gene pool.
- Pet Names: Princess, Sweetheart, Babygirl, Kitten, Honey, nngf.
- Daddy Knows Best: Dad's been in Stepford Lake long enough to more or less understand how the town works. He knows pretty much what inviting Anna is gonna lead to. Maybe he feels kinda guilty about it, maybe he doesn't. This is where I ain't totally dictating your character: he might think this is best for him, best for them, best for her, or he might be a bit on the crueler end of the spectrum and "finally putting her in her place" kinda stuff. I lean a bit more toward the former, but well ... daddy knows best, right daddy?
- Subverting Story Expectations: I mean, the story here is Anna visits, gets sucked into town, and starts sucking her dad off. I'm not necessarily throwing this scene out to NOT do that. But if you really wanna dig into some town-conspiracies or play around with some ebb and flow and pushback we can talk it over.
- Let's not: Rimming, scat, mommies, feet licking, lack of hygiene, step-daddy, extreme bondage, thongs, sex toys, blueberry pie
- Blueberry pie's not a sex thing, her apple pie just tastes way better
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