Vanessa hudgens no clothes no bra

Avery here again to share more experiences Matt and I have shared together, while he was my platoon leader, and since I've gotten out. Yes we're still together, yes he knows I write here. Please keep negative comments about our "inappropriate relationship" to yourself....I'm not in anymore, he's dating a civilian girl now (me). I'm always open to feedback about my writing! I want you, the reader, to enjoy as much as possible!
Just a bit of a refresher since it's been awhile...I'm on the petite side of life, slim, with an olive complexion, dark brown hair, fairly perky if tiny B Cup breasts, and small, dark brown nipples and I shave everywhere (:
About a week or so after the military ball that Matt teased me with a thumb pressed against my butthole, and I hinted that I wouldn't be opposed to exploring more, we were over at his house after a long week at work, just watching tv in some comfy clothes. Him in some Ranger Panties and a tshirt, me in one of his sweatshirts, a sports bra, and some dark green cotton panties....like I said, comfy not pure sex goddess.
Matt and I are talking and he brings up that I had mentioned I wasn't opposed to trying more things with my butt. Slightly nervous but not entirely opposed, I said "I wouldn't mind a little more than the other night ". He asked if I would consider trying something now, down here on the couch, and again I said I wasn't opposed, still nervous as hell, but at the same time, feeling the beginnings of arousal deep in my core at trying something new.
Matt runs upstairs and returns with a bottle of lube we keep upstairs in the nightstand and motions for me to lay across his lap. I oblige, pulling my panties down, keeping his sweatshirt on for warmth, and laying face down across his lap with my toned, firm butt facing up, completely exposed to him.
I spread my legs slightly as I feel his fingers work their way between my legs, my arousal growing as attention to my clit increases. Soon I feel pressure against my other hole as a thumb presses against my entrance. I moan gently, and then there is a sharp intake of breath as a drop of cold lube lands squarely on my butthole, causing me to squeak and pucker slightly.
Sion I feel that glob of lube being slowly massaged into my butthole, as I begin to relax, and the first inch of a finger begins to slip inside this new found entry. I grind my pubic bone against Matt's leg as he soon has an entire thumb worked into my butt, with copious amounts of lube, leaving me feeling fuller than I've ever felt.
After a few minutes of fingering my hole, I can feel Matt's rock hard arousal beneath me and I cautiously ask if he would like to try to fit it in. He pulls the finger out of my butt, which closes back up, but not all the way, as I feel a residual stretch from all the play of the last few minutes.
I kneel on the floor, leaning forward and resting myself on the seat of the couch, while my lubed butt is completely exposed for Matt. He adds a ton of lube to himself, and reapplies some to my hole, before lining up his head against my entrance. I feel myself slowly start to relax, as I mentally release each muscle of my sphincter as he slips deeper into me little by little.
A lot of lube and a lot of patience later, Matt is all the way inside my butt and I can barely move from the sensation of being so incredibly full. Matt asks if he can try to move, and I cautiously oblige, pressing my palm to his thigh to give myself some signal to him to ease up.
He begins to rock in and out of me, excruciatingly slowly as I adjust to the sensation of a cock moving in and out of my butt. Gradually, I relax into it and motion for him to increase the pace a little as I reach between my legs to rub my clit, as his firm hands grasp my waist to pull himself ever deeper into me.
As my pleasure from my masturbation builds, I relax even more, urging Matt to increase his pace until he is unequivocally fucking my butt. No other word for it. It is primal and fully about individual pleasure as I rub myself close to climax and he pushes himself into me, completely using my tight hole for his pleasure.
Within a minute or so it seems, I feel him swell even more inside me, before releasing a huge load of cum, deep inside my butt. This helps me find my own release in our shared moment of passion. With a few more thrusts, Matt has emptied himself in my butt and I am utterly spent in my own release. I feel like such a slut. I've tried this forbidden pleasure and although the act itself doesn't "get me off" per se, the aspect of mutual masturbation using my clit and butthole to achieve individual release is both wildly erotic and slightly invigorating.
My confidence is through the roof as Matt pulls out of me, and the largest load of cum I've ever felt begins to leak out of my butt and run down my leg. I am absolutely "that girl" to my man and it's an amazing feeling. Matt kisses me like I'm the only girl he ever wants or needs, before leading me upstairs to shower and clean off.
While anal sex isn't a go-to thing for us (lots of time, prep, and mess), it isn't something I'm opposed to, and is something I'm inclined to bring out for special occasions where I really want to switch it up. My one bit of advice...go slow, and when in doubt, add more lube!
Again, I'm always open to constructive feedback! I really hope you enjoyed!
♡Avery

Hey guys sorry it's been a while since I posted. The storms hit pretty hard where were are so real life took priority to my erotic writing. But I'm back!
This chapter takes us to our brigade ball where I give Matt quite the show at the afterparty. It was super hot, Matt took control for a bit and I loved every minute...no I'm not a submissive, he isn't a dom, don't expect things to start to go that direction. This chapter just illustrates a bit of power play in our relationship. As always, I appreciate comments and messages with ways to improve and honest critiques! ♡Avery
So I was in my barracks room, taking hours to get ready for the brigade ball. This was our first big "thing" that had happened at work since Matt and I started secretly dating. I was kinda nervous. Even though I couldn't "be seen" with Matt as anything but a soldier in his platoon, I still wanted to be the girl who caught his eye.
So there I was, doing my hair up in a perfect, sleek bun, applying light makeup to accentuate my deep brown eyes and make my lips pop just a bit, straightening my ribbons and overall trying to look perfect militarily while leaving enough sexy for later. The ball was being held at this beautiful hotel on the beach, and Matt had booked us a room at another place down the oceanfront so that we could be seen leaving separately, but then link up after. I had put together an overnight bag and left it with Matt, and now I was anxious for the night to begin.
From the moment I entered the hotel, my eyes were on my man. He looked stunning. My prince charming in his dark blue service jacket, looking tall and handsome. I gave him a pleasant greeting and moved on as he winked at me, telling me to go find the seating chart. Low and behold, we were sitting by platoon, meaning all through dinner, I'd be sitting next to the hottest man in the room.
Dinner at a ball is super formal and scripted and the whole evening, Matt has his hand on my thigh, slightly up my knee length uniform skirt, separated from me by just my pantyhose. He is such a fucking tease. I try to keep it together, talking with all the people from our platoon at the table while Mr GI Sex God is trying to tease my pantyhose off. Not fair.
I take my revenge, after the formal portion of dinner is complete and they let us hit the dancefloor to let loose. I immediately grab up a guy I know and ask him to dance, and am soon dancing up on him all while looking straight at Matt, letting him know that this could be him. As the night wears on, I'm getting slightly horny and whisper to Matt that we should go. He cordially says goodnight to everyone in the platoon, and as he says goodbye to me, he casually slips a room key into my coat pocket. I give him maybe 15 or 20 minutes before I make my escape, letting down the guy I'd been dancing on all night.
As I head out, I see that on the envelope the key is in, Matt has written "CPL Avery, report to room 517, no uniform allowed"...I'm fucking turned on. This is the 1st time he as really showed his dominant side and its really hot. I report to room, knock and ask permission to enter. Matt yells "enter" and I'm greeted by the sight of my hunk sitting naked on the edge of the bed, a pink lace thong I packed in my overnight back wrapped around his rock hard cock as he's looking at some nudes I sent him the day before. Instantly wet. Like fuck. I'm horny.
He looks up and says "CPL Avery, weren't you told, no uniforms allowed?" I nod and ask him how was I supposed to get dressed properly if he was busy using my clothes in my overnight bag for his pleasure. Wrong answer. Right answer.
He stands up, my thong still wrapped around his shaft and tells me to get dressed as ordered. I immediately start to undo my jacket and slip it onto a hanger so that it doesn't get wrinkled, before slowly unzipping my skirt and doing the same. As I stand there in a button down white shirt, pantyhose with black lace cheeky cut panties underneath, he tells me to continue until I'm just wearing things that were not issued by the army. I slowly unbutton my white dress shirt, revealing a black lace pushup bra that nicely adds cleavage to my b cup breasts.
Matt orders me onto my knees and tells me to remove the pink lace thong from his cock without using my hands. I lean forward and lick the tip of his cock, making it twitch slightly as I take the thong on my teeth, and pulling it from his shaft. He is so turned on. Rock hard and I want this now. I quickly lick his shaft again from base to tip, before swallowing his cock in one breath that leaves my face against his freshly shaved groin. I bob my head up and down his shaft for a minute or two, stroking his base with one hand while the other grabs his butt to pull myself deeper down his shaft. I begin to taste his precum and know he must have really been playing with himself before hand.
He puts hand under my chin and takes my mouth away from his cock and tells me to turn around on the floor, onto my hands and knees. In one quick motion I feel him split my pantyhose along the crotch seam and push my black lace panties to the side, exposing my soaking wet vagina and tight little asshole, all freshly shaven for tonight. I feel him pressed against my entrance and he pushes in in one firm stroke, filling me up as I gasp in pleasure. He takes me by the hips as i press my face down into a pillow on the floor. Behind me, he begins to thrust, slowly and rhythmically at first, growing to a frantic bucking that leaves me feeling his balls slapping against my clit as he presses my face deeper into the bad. He reaches one hand to back press his thumb against my asshole. He doesn't push his way into that hole, but the pressure sensation is new and combined with his frantic fucking from behind is enough to drive me to the edge. He leans down and whispers in my ear "Cum for me CPL Avery" and my vagina obeys. I feel my inner walls clench around his cock as his fingers move to my clit and I continue to throw my hips back again and again until I hear him moan my name as he shoots a massive load of cum deep inside me.
He continues to thrust until every last drop is deep inside me and my vagina is leaking his cum, collecting in the black lace panties and out of the hole he tore in my pantyhose for easy access. I am overwhelmed by the entire experience and it's just incredible.
As we're laying in bed after cleaning up and making love gently in the shower, I tell him that if he ever wants to do more than just put pressure on my butthole, we could talk about it...possible chapter 8?(;
I hope you all enjoy this chapter. As always, feel free to message me with comments and critiques!!! ♡Avery

First, a little about me. I'm 5'5ish, 135ish depending on the day, and have dark brown hair that falls part way down my back with brown eyes. My mom is a Crow (Native American) and my dad is Italian so the olive complexion genes are active in my family. I've got a fairly petite/athletic build with a 32B chest and a toned butt. My nipples are dark brown, on the smaller side, and I shave everywhere. I'm a fan of tattoos and have a feather on my foot, flower pieces on my right hip into my lower ribs, left shoulder, and lower back, a small script piece in my left side bra line, a green carebear in my left bikini line and a large dream catcher down my left ribs. If there's a detail I've left out, feel free to ask ;)
What a week. 18 year old me had gone from a dry spell since AIT and graduation to a blow job, facial, and quick hard sex with a married captain at my first duty station. I was falling fast and hard for him. I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to think of me when he thought of being intimate. I wanted to be his release to do everything she wouldn't.
Dustin snapped me this morning, a pic of his obvious buldge greeting my day. "How's my little Private this morning? I wish you were here to help with this"....You have no idea Dustin. Now that the bandaid has been ripped off, I want nothing more than to keep going. I send him a snap back of my semi sheer, black athletic thong, holding it open in the front with the caption "you could drop your load right in here sir". Naughty I know. For some reason, the thought of him filling my underwear with cum is erotic and in the moment, I crave the feel of his warmth between my legs.
"Come by the house on your lunch break and you can have it" I get in reply. Fuck.
I get dressed in my camo uniform with a generic sports bra and the same black athletic thong underneath and try make it through the morning as routinely as possible. Not possible. All I can think of is what I'm willing to do for the married man I'm lusting for and it's got my mind anywhere but at work.
Dustin let's me know he left early for lunch so he's ready whenever I am. The whole drive over, my mind is racing at the prospect of what's about to happen. I knock and find the door open, with Dustin on the couch, laptop open to some semi sexy photos I'd sent to tease him over the last week while he strokes his firm shaft. "Private Hannah reporting as ordered sir" I say as sexily as I can muster in the spur of the moment.
"Private Hannah, you said you'd found a place to hold my cum" completely keeping character.
"Yes sir" I say, stepping around to stand in front of him, undoing my belt and the buttons on my pants, letting them drop to the floor around my ankles.
"Open up then, I'm already close since you decided to be late"
I hold open the front of my black athletic thong, exposing my shaved pubic area for his inspection.
"At least you remembered to shave to start the week" he says and he builds the pace of his stroking and touches the tip of his penis against my smooth skin. In moments I see him start to swell as he nears his release. A thick rope of white cum erupts from his tip and is followed by a second, third, and fourth. My underwear is filled with his thick, warm release and soon its soaked, mixing with my own minor arousal that has built at the situation. As he finishes, I let go of my waistband and allow my cum soaked thong to cling to my lower lips, teasing me with what could have been.
I pull my pants back up and stand breathless in front of eachother. It's been less than 10 minutes since I walked through the door, we've barely spoken and now his cum is dripping down my inner thigh. What has happened? I feel like an incredibly erotic play thing that's been used for a passing moment of pleasure and right then, I know I'm hooked.
"Hannah, I'm sorry if that was too much" Dustin says, coming to the realization that I'm now back in uniform with his cum filling my panties.
I kiss him square on the lips. "Shhhh babe. I wanted this. I want all of you"
"So you really liked that?"
"Dustin that has got to be one of the hottest things I've ever tried. I'm not changing for work"
I sit on his couch in a pool of his release while we chat for the remainder of our lunch hour. When it's time to go, I feel a glob of him drip down my leg. "Can I come spend the night tonight?" I ask, hoping to get my own release after work.
"Sure hun, I just have a few calls to make but it's okay"
I head back to work with a kiss goodbye and the rest of the day I can feel the stickiness between my legs and it keeps me on edge. I run back to my barracks room, take a fast shower, grab a change of clothes for tomorrow, and something special for tonight. I throw on some gym shorts and a hoodie over my sports bra. Coupled with my slides and I'm back across post and find a note on the door "on a call, be quite when you come in"
I come in and quietly shut the door and make my way past Dustin in the livingroom, obviously on a video chat with someone with the screen facing the wall to the garage. I hear a woman's voice say "oh man those walls are paper thin, I think I just heard the neighbors kids come home from school"
Oh shit, he's on with his wife I realize as I tiptoe my way to the master bedroom where I change into my suprise. Naked in his bedroom, I slip into a teal, sheer lace bra with enough underwire support to give me a little cleavage. I pull on a matching set of panties with an intricate sheer lace front and a single thin string between my cheeks in the back. I fold up my sticky cum soaked thong from earlier and walk back into the livingroom.
Dustin does a double take as I come around the corner. He covers this with a coughing fit as his wife asks if he's okay. "Yeah hun just had an itch in my throat" and they continue chatting, her oblivious to the fact that I've just sat down across from him.
I look him square in the eyes as I begin to tease my dark brown nipples through my sheer lace bra. As he tries to hold a conversation, I do everything I can to lightly tease him. I pinch and massage my breasts, softly run a finger between my legs on top of my lacy bottoms. I stand up and start to stretch, bending forward to let my small breasts hang just out of sight of his camera before turning around and bending forward, reaching back to spread my bum and letting the g-string bury itself between my cheeks, barely keeping my other tight hole from view.
I turn back around and unfold the sticky thong he came in earlier and hold it up for him to see the stain his release left on them, right between the legs. I pull my teal lace thong down in the front, and standing right behind his computer, I begin to lightly tease myself with the soft fabric of the back athletic thong, gently massaging my clit, resoaking the nearly dry panties with another round of sexual arousal.
As my arousal grows, I gradually push into my slick entrance and with one finger and then another, the soft athletic fabric of my underwear once again getting soaked as I rub my clit with them, teasing myself with the over stimulating feel against my raw bundle of nerves. I squat down, my face now right behind the computer screen as I squeeze my breast and open my mouth in a silent moan, performing for the man who can't respond.
All of a sudden I stop, ending my tease at the edge of release, not wanting to slip and give away what's going on...and to tease Dustin further. I stand up, place the arousal and cum soaked black thong on the table right behind his laptop and I walk to the kitchen and begin working on dinner with whatever ingredients I can scrounge up in the kitchen. It's such a turn on to do such a normal task in such a small set of lingerie and I secretly hope that Dustin is sneaking peeks at me from across the house.
At long last I feel warm, strong hands wrap around my waist and a kiss finds my cheek. "How's my baby girl, you little tease?"
I blush at the pet name the gentle touch. "I'm almost done, go sit down you silly boy" I say as I start to plate our dinner of chicken and grilled veggies, sauntering into the dining room like a server at one of those lingerie sports bars.
"So you sure know how to put on a show, Hannah" Dustin says as we begin to eat
"I can be anything you want me to be" I say as I begin a speech I'd thought through in my head, telling Dustin that I don't want casual, I want to be the girl he craves, the one who does the things that no one else does, who let's him try the things he's only imagined I'm his wildest sessions alone with himself.
"What do you get out of all of this?" He asks, questioning this step towards commitment.
"I get to explore myself and act out my cravings without having to deal with all the rumors of barracks and searching for guys to feel safe with. I don't want to be your wife. I just want you to forget her when your with me, and I want you to think of me when you choose how to play"
"Well if you're going to explore, we're going to have to push you out of your comfort zone and actually find new places and things to try"
My heart is racing as fantasies flood through my mind. "What do you have in mind?"
"Just play along with different roles and we'll see what happens baby girl"
Baby girl....is this role number one? Does Dustin think that with our 8 year age gap and my petite frame that we could play out what I think he wants to play? I did just tell him that I want to be the one he thinks of.
"Yes daddy"
"Good Girl"
I. Am. Wet.
"So what did you have in mind for dessert baby girl?"
I stand up, clean up, take Dustin by the hand. "These can end up on the floor too" i say motioning to my sheer lingerie.
"Not yet" he replies, guiding me back to the bedroom.
I find myself once again on Dustin's bed, this time guided into the center, onto my hands and knees. With gentle pressure between my shoulder blades, I drop to my elbows, arching my back and exposing my entrances to open view, my modesty preserved only by the thin g-string buried between my cheeks.
Dustin pulls that to the side, bringing my arousal fully into view. I shudder as a soft, wet tongue traces it's way teasingly between my parted lips, beginning at the bundle of nerves aching in my core and ending in the tight wet hole that's been longing to be filled since I started my teasing back at lunch. I moan a soft sigh of want as Dustin licks me again and again, using his thumbs to spread me open before teasing the inner entrance of my now soaked vagina with his oral stimulation.
After a few breathless minutes of almost over the edge teasing with his tongue, Dustin traces his tongue higher. My eyes go wide and my breath catches in my throat as his tongue glides across my other hole. After a brief pause, he repeats his elongated trail of tongue teasing a second and third time, ending on my bum every time.
I moan "Don't stop, daddy" as his tongue lingers on my hole, swirling around my rear entrance as his calloused fingers reach between my legs to tease my clit. I am so close as his tongue makes headway into my hole which is opening up for him at his constant stimulation.
"I'm going to fill you up baby girl" Dustin leans down and whispers in my ear, his tongue momentarily replaced by his thumb pressing further into my bum, slick with his saliva.
"Please daddy" I moan in reply, eager to keep my promise to do everything his wife won't do.
Dustin pulls away completely and reaches into his wife's nightstand. I see him pull out a bottle of lube and a silver plug with a red jeweled heart on the end, still in its packaging, unopened, unplayed with. I know what's coming and why we're playing this out right now.
Dustin removes the plug from its package and holds it tip first up to my lips. I know what he wants without saying a word. I stick out my tongue and lightly tease the cold metal tip, softly swirling circles around it, further and further down until I bob my head down, taking the whole plug in my mouth and closing my lips around the base. I look up at Dustin, the jeweled heart of the plug between my lips and softly moan in anticipation.
He pulls it out of my mouth and I seductively tease the tip one last time. "Wanna stick it in my ass daddy?" I beg as sexily as possible. After a few seconds of fumbling around with the lube bottle, I feel the cold liquid land on my hole, followed by a finger gently probing my already relaxed entrance. A moment later, the finger is replaced by the cold lubed plug and my breath catches in my throat as I stretch around the plug before closing down tightly on the base. Dustin moves my g-string back into place, covering my soaking wet lips and holding the plug firmly in my butt.
I look back at him pleadingly. I know I teased you hard earlier but if you stop now, this is just cruel. "Daddy please" I say breathlessly, not wanting the stimulation to stop while also acutely aware of the fullness inside my rear.
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me daddy"
"You have two options Hannah. You teased me, so this is a tease for you. You can go to bed, right now, right like this, or you can get your punishment and then a reward like a good girl. Bed or a spanking, your choice"
"Spank me Daddy" I beg without a moment's hesitation
smack the sharp crack of Dustin's hand on my bare cheek takes me by suprise and I clench hard on the plug inside my bum. "Oh fuck daddy" I moan in a mix of pain and pleasure. smack smack smack come three more successive blows, landing on alternating cheeks. I moan almost tearfully as my arousal builds to the point that I'm literally ready to beg for release.
"Daddy please fuck me. Do whatever you want just let me cum please"
A firm tug pulls my g-string down to my knees, still on all fours with my face in the pillows. A hard shaft rubs between my lower lips, finds my eager entrance, and in one firm thrust is buried all the way inside me. I cry out, looking back over my shoulder at Dustin who looks like a man possessed with the overwhelming urge to use me for his pleasure, and in that moment, it's all I want as well.
His firm hands grip my hips and I arch my back, throwing myself back against him to meet his own rapid thrusts. My cheeks clap a faster and faster pace as the overwhelming feeling of being completely filled mixes with the intense pleasure of the moment. I'm red faced and breathless, moaning Dustin's name as he continues in an unrelenting pace, thrusting in and out, in and out. At one point he pulls my face out of the pillows, gripping my long dark hair by my ponytail and commands "You're gonna be a good girl and cum for daddy"
He releases my hair but I remain facing forward, head up and moaning through the moment "Yes daddy, oh my fuuuuuuuuuckkkk" comes from my innocent lips as he simultaneously pulls out the buttplug and buries himself all the way inside me as I can feel him swell and begin to release against my cervix.
"That's right daddy, cum inside my pussy" I beg as he thrusts again and again as my inner walls clench down and my own release spills out of me, uncontained as I find one of the strongest orgasms of my life. His thrusts slow and eventually he pulls out, leaving me leaking cum and lube from both my holes.
He returns with a warm towel and begins to clean me off as I sit up, still in my sheer bra, and kiss him firmly on the lips. "That was incredible, daddy" I whisper, my forehead resting against his as he finishes cleaning my sensitive areas.
"Would you like to rinse off?"
I reply yes and he runs us a sensual warm shower, where nothing but gentle washing and a few lingering kisses happens. He's patient as I take extra time under the soothing water and wraps me in a soft towel when I get out.
As we get dressed into comfy pajama shorts and tshirts, I ask "so was I a good girl, daddy?"
"The best. I think we should stick with this role for awhile if you're into it"
After the time I had tonight, I'm more than willing to play along. We discuss some likes and dislikes and limits (nothing that leaves a mark where I'll have to answer questions about it at work), and reagree that none of this is a thing on the few occasions that his wife visits during her internship. And duh, no telling work, that would fuck us both.
We end the night with gentle pillow talk, and he asks if,for the role, I'd be willing to let him help me get dressed in the mornings, helping me pick out bras and undies from a selection of things I'd actually wear to work. I welcome the increased interaction and dedicated time to talk every morning without a second thought, and I fall asleep with his arm wrapped around me from behind, his strong hand under my tshirt, soothingly placed on my bare stomach, just below my belly button and just teasingly far enough into the area covered by a bikini. I'm in heaven.

Hey guys, did you know that in terms of male human and female Resonator breeding, Verina is the most compatible Resonator for humans? Not only is she humanoid, Verina is an average of 4”03’ tall and 96.9 pounds, this means she's large enough to be able handle human dicks, and with their impressive Base Stats for DEF and access to healing abilities, you can be rough with her all night. Due to her mostly healer based kit, there’s no doubt in my mind that an aroused Verina would be able to get you incredibly erect, so erect that you could easily have sex with her for hours without getting sore. Her light clothing and skirt choice, while not wearing a bra, which doesn't hide her nipples well enough, make it so it’d be incredibly easy for her to get you in the mood with those lewd clothes. With her abilities to heal she can easily recover from fatigue. No other Resonator comes close to this level of compatibility. Also, fun fact, if you pull out enough, you can make your Verina turn into a Phantom Echoe being all white. Verina is literally built for human dick. Ungodly defense stat+high HP pool+healing skills means it can take cock all day, all shapes and sizes and still come for more.

This is a rant, I just got in two bras and they didn’t fit (surprise surprise) and now I’ve just been crying. Im a 32-34G, or so I thought cuz I remeasured and apparently I’m a good ol K/L US or H/HH UK. I’m so fucking sick of these massive piles of meat I have to carry around and get told oh you’re so lucky! You have the tiny ribcage and MASSIVE chest.
NO THE FUCK I AINT. I can’t EVER find a bra that fits. I wake up every single morning in pain, I have lower back pain constantly and the bras that “fit” cost me 70+ dollars. I finally decide to redo the research and splurge to get the nice bras and guuuuues what, they don’t fit, nothing fucking fits. I’ve been wearing a goddamn sports bra from target that is a 38DD and have been for 4 years back when I was a DDD, but that ain’t fucking working no more. I’m in so much fucking pain.
I’m so sick of people telling me “your boobs aren’t big enough to complain” because I’m a fucking 32 ribcage, like I’m sorry that my ribs are tiny!? I can’t just grow out my ribcage? I’m sorry that I wear baggy clothing cuz my boobs make me self conscious? I’m so sick of people saying “Oh well if you don’t want them you can give me some hAhadHa” like sure bitch, let me just plop my 15-20 pound chest on you, I hope it takes you out.
I just want the pain to stop, I want a bra that fits. I want to be able to enjoy normal activities and not deal with someone calling me lazy because I don’t feel like doing something that requires me to do normal human things because my back will hurt for the rest of the day.
Idk I just needed to scream out to the world. To people who might understand my struggle. I’m just so sick of being told because I’m tall and skinny that my problems don’t exist and that “most people would kill for that” like okay then kill me? Take me out of my misery pls.

I haven’t told many people this, my new husband knows and a select few close friends know. My ex husband was always a little peculiar. But I did fall deeply in love with him. He came from an abusive broken and very poor home. His mom pretty much raised him alone. When we met he had NC with his father. When we got married I set my boundaries. No butt sex and no butt stuff at all. Admittedly, I was pretty inhibited sexually. But those were my firm boundaries. Fast forward about 13 yrs and 3 children later, he suddenly has this obsession with butt sex. Begs me nightly for it. I stick to my guns. Over the next few years he started having these psychotic episodes, I call them, never had an official diagnosis of that. But we did talk to drs, had brain scans and lots of other diagnostics done. He began having migraines that acted like strokes. He forgot who he was, how to get home, what our children’s names were, but nothing showed up on brain scans. He was telling me that every night we had butt sex while I was asleep and I enjoyed it. I denied it was happening, because it was not happening! First of all, I wake up at the drop of a hat, I knew I wouldn’t sleep through that. Towards the end he wouldn’t let me go anywhere or leave the bed. He just wanted to lay there and hold me constantly. He would say things like “We’re having sex right now”…uhhh…now I am wide awake and I KNOW that isn’t happening! I would tell him to feel himself down there and tell me where you are. He would refuse because he would have to admit he was wrong. When he did go to work, he would call me and say, “I am so connected with you, I know you are about to orgasm right now”. I would say “nope, vacuuming the living room right now with 3 children at home”. It got progressively worse. To the point I felt unsafe with him. I would sleep fully clothed, pj pants, bra and shirt. He was in intensive therapy, but he only got worse. He wanted sex 3 to 4x a day. He was insatiable. I would sleep with him just to shut him up, for him to only want more. I was fighting a losing battle. I kept a journal. I was a shell of who I was in the beginning. I was always a SAHM, so I felt trapped. At the 20 yr mark, I ended it. I asked him to leave. I had no place to go, no funds, no job and 2 kids still living with us. One was a sophomore in high school and one was graduating and the first had already moved out. I was originally scared to death. I didn’t know how I was going to do it, but I had to get my life back. Those sex stuff was just a drop in the barrel at what else he put me through. He would accuse me of keeping him up all night with a big bed vibrator. When he couldn’t sleep, he would scratch my pillow or snap his fingers in my ear. He would shove me or yell at me all night, just to keep me awake. Then deny everything in therapy. I was told I did marriage counseling wrong. My point to him was, he knew what my boundaries were with the whole butt thing and he thought he was doing this to me while I was asleep. Wouldn’t that be rape? He was ok with that? This was a hill he was ready to die on. So we eventually divorced. I did get alimony for 19 yrs, child support (obviously), the equity in the house and a 1/4 of his 401k. I have since met a wonderful man, gotten a great job (after taking 20 yrs off) sold the big house and bought a smaller house outright, bought my own car for cash with equity in big home, married again and dropped the alimony. I didn’t want to be tied to him any longer than I had to be. I don’t regret marrying him, he gave me my 3 children and I was fortunate to be able to stay home and raise them myself, but now that I am in the work force again, I love it. I forgot how much I loved working. I love my new husband. I never knew I could be this happy or that I deserved to be this happy. Our marriage wasn’t all bad, but the last 10 yrs was miserable. He since has gone LC with his mother and got married at Christmas and divorced by Valentine’s Day. One of our kids has gone LC with him. I always encouraged the kids to have their own relationship with him since they are adults. They don’t know the full story and never will.

FYI This will be a very mundane money diary. I am a homebody and pretty low key. I’m not trying to change my spending habits too much but I do try to be mindful of what I spend.
Section One: Assets and Debt
Retirement Balance: $202,167 (181,807 in 401k, 1,587 in Roth, 18,773 in brokerage). I started investing in my 401k as soon as I started at my company in 2012 - I had no idea what I was doing and only put in 3% since I was only making 38k, every year or so as I have made more money I have upped my contribution, currently at 13%.
Equity if you're a homeowner: I currently have about $125k in equity in a condo, I bought in June 2020 so low rates and prices were still low. I put 35k down, and saved for it by living with each of my parents after college while I paid off my student loans.
Savings account balance: $13,294.78
Checking account balance: $8,384.80
Credit card debt: $0 - I pay in full every month.
Student loan debt: $0 paid it off in about 3 years, I got my BA in Communications, and the company I work for paid for the majority of my MBA and I paid out of pocket for the rest.
Section Two: Income
Income Progression: I've been working at my company since 2012 and have held a bunch of different roles. I started at $38,000 and worked my way up to $114,900. I have mostly worked in operations, a little in tech, and most recently took on a role in product at the end of 2023.
Main Job Monthly Take Home: $4713
Deductions (Monthly Totals):
Retirement: Total: $1149 broken down: 401k: $619; Roth 401k: $530 (both of these are company sponsored and I get a 5% match for the traditional 401k)
Social Security: $516
Federal Taxes: $1218
State Taxes: $582
PTO Purchase: $191 (I buy extra time off and can use it at the end of the year or cash it out, it’s basically a christmas fund since I usually cash it out and it pays out right before the holidays)
Health Insurance: $238
Dental: $13
FSA: $50 This is my first year utilizing an FSA and I did it to buy and Oura ring, I’ll probably cancel it for next year
Side Gig Monthly Take Home: $70 (lol) at the end of 2023 I started a life coaching business after working on my certification in the summer. It’s been a slow start but it’s more about doing something fulfilling than it is about making money (for now).
Any Other Monthly Income Here: N/A
Section Three: Expenses
Rent / Mortgage / HOA fees: Mortgage: $1265, this will likely go up this year since they re-evaluated properties last year. HOA is $375/month
Renters / home insurance: it’s in escrow so I have no idea - I get an email once a year and file it away, if it seems high I reach out to my agent
Savings contribution: $100
Investment contribution: $50 into IRA, I’ll be reevaluating soon and adding a monthly sum to my brokerage as well
Debt payments: N/A
Electric: $60-200 depending on the season, last month was $64, August last year was $174
Propane: $100-500 Nov-Apr (used for heat, stove, and water, the April fill lasts until late fall)
Wifi/Cable/Landline: Internet is $51
Cellphone: $45
Subscriptions: Netflix $17, Hulu/Disney/Max $45, Apple $3, Oura Ring $7
Gym membership: I have a home gym for weightlifting and pay $80 for a year of programming, and pay $47/month for my peloton membership
Pet expenses: $181 every 5 weeks for dog daycare, $36 for food (Costco!), and probably $50 for misc things
Car payment / insurance: $387 for my car - recently refinanced and saved $60/month. I’ll still make the $450 payment to pay it off sooner. Insurance is $496 for the next 6 months
Regular therapy: $80/month for 2 appts covered by insurance, this is my copay, and $90/month for maintenance physical therapy
Paid hobbies: does Kindle Unlimited count? I paid for 2 years up front so it’s like $8/month, other hobbies are hiking and traveling, so those are more ad hoc expenses
Day One Monday
7:15am I finally wake up, I tried to wake up earlier but my body and brain just weren’t ready. I get up, get dressed in leggings, tank top, and a sweatshirt, and head down stairs to take my pup R for a walk.
8:00am I make my coffee, toast a bagel, and cut up some strawberries. Then I log onto my work laptop. Not a ton of emails from the weekend which is a plus, and the morning is light on meetings which is AMAZING. I was on vacation 2 weeks ago and I still feel behind so I want to take advantage of the “free time” and get some work tasks done. I do have one meeting at 11:30am but I should be more of an observer.
12:00pm I have therapy during lunch. It’s done online, and I love my therapist. We started working together to help with some food issues I had but now we focus a lot of my childhood trauma and my relationship with my mom.
1:00pm Back to work, but first I heat up some leftover pizza and make ⅓ of a salad bag kit thing for food. I have until 2pm before I have to be in a meeting so I get a little more work done.
4:30pm Meetings wrapped up at 4pm but I linger online for another 30 mins to tie everything up. I head out to take R for her evening walk, then pop into my basement gym for a work out.
6:30pm I am showered, make dinner (asian style meatballs, rice, and snap peas with some teriyaki sauce) and I am ready to sink into my couch. I realized that I can’t renew one of my library books and it’s due Wednesday so my big plan is to read. A lot.
9:30pm I need to go to bed. I pack my food for the office for tomorrow, brush my teeth, take my meds, and let R out one last time and head up to bed. I listen to Ologies (an awesome podcast) to wind down and go to bed a little after 10pm.
Daily total: $0
Day Two Tuesday
5:25am My alarm went off at 5am but I just could not do that. So I snooze until 5:25 and get up, put on leggings and a sports bra, let me pup out, eat a few bites of banana and then head up to do a 20 min peloton ride (Leanne Pop Ride). I finish right around 6am and then get ready for work.
7:00am Out the door! The pup, who is 3 btw so not actually a puppy, goes to doggy daycare today so my commute will take closer to an hour. I get work a few minutes after 8am, toast my bagel and begin going through emails.
12:30pm I am starving. I had to be in person at a company town hall from 11am-12pm and when I got back to my floor the kitchen was super busy so I couldn’t heat up food. I finally do and it’s an ok Factor meal - I’m trying them out to help make work days easier. I also snack on cheetos and some almonds. I should not go 4 hours without eating.
4:30pm After an afternoon full of meetings, including a lovely 1:1 with an old manager, I am off to pick up R from doggy daycare (I buy her daycare days in a package so this is prepaid), but first I pay for parking. $12
5:30pm I take myself for a quick walk while listening to IWT. I’m totally addicted to hearing about other people’s finances. I find money psychology fascinating and have been working on mine a lot for the last couple of years.
6:00pm I put on comfy clothes, wash my face, and heat up leftovers from last night for dinner then settle in for another night of marathon reading. I got through 181 pages yesterday and I make it to 375 (PS. book is The Women by Kristin Hannah - it’s really good but also heartbreaking).
9:30pm It’s bed time again. I brush my teeth, let R out, and head upstairs for bed. I continue listening to Ologies (the episode on bears!) and lights out at 10ish.
Daily total: $12
Day Three Wednesday
6:00am I force myself to wake up for another office day and I am exhausted. I manage to get up, let R out (we usually walk before I leave but it’s raining), and get ready - the office is “dress for your day” so I wear jeans and a black long sleeve shirt with my Rothys. I leave my hair in its wild natural state, throw on some SuperGoop glow screen, a little blush, and lash princess mascara. I leave a few minutes after 7am and get to work at 7:30.
8:00am I have an impromptu working session with my boss, which is really helpful as I prep for a big product launch. I eat the yogurt I planned to eat yesterday as a snack for breakfast with the coffee I made at home. The rest of the morning is filled with meetings.
10:30am I take a quick break and do some online shopping. I gained some weight during covid and I have been slowly building up my new bigger wardrobe so I place an order with old navy for 3 work tank tops, a jean jacket, a pair of cargo joggers, and a work out tank top for $94 - I apparently have enough points for $10 off.
12:00pm After a busy morning, I leave the office to work from home for the afternoon. I pay for parking ($12). I have a quick lunch using a Caesar salad kit and some chicken, and then dive back into meetings.
4:15pm I wrap up work and walk R. By 5pm I sit on the couch, determined to finish this book - because it’s due today, so I have to return it before the library closes at 8pm… I also get a notification that another book is ready to be picked up, so I grab that.
7:00pm BOOK IS DONE! The library is close by so I quickly drop it off, come home, eat and then waste away in front of the TV until 9:30ish when I do my usual night time routine.
Daily total: $106
Day Four Thursday
6:00am My alarm goes off and I am cranky but force myself up. I am not a morning person but I want to get in a peloton ride and this is my only time today. I throw on leggings and a tshirt and walk R. I am on the peloton by 6:45am and do a 30 min Disney Ride with Leanne - I’m apparently on a Leanne kick.
7:30am Quick shower and get dressed in athleisure for the day. I log onto my laptop right around 8am.
12:30pm I have survived another morning of meetings and finally have a break for lunch. I make a quick salad and add some chicken and enjoy this 30 minutes of not being in a meeting.
4:00pm Done with work for the day, I snuck in a walk with R at 2pm. Now we’re off to a former coworker's house for an Italian feast. A group of us get together monthly for happy hours, but P offered to show us her amazing culinary skills so I grab a bottle of red wine from my collection and hit the road.
8:45pm Home after an amazing dinner that included homemade pasta, eggplant and chicken parm, meatballs, and red wine. I don’t drink often so I have a feeling tomorrow will be rough - not necessarily hungover but a little extra tired. I go up to bed at 10pm and fall asleep around 10:30pm.
Daily total: $0
Day Five Friday
7:15am I let myself sleep in a little for a work day. I get up and take R for a walk. I begin work right around 8am. I have meetings all morning (you’ve probably noticed a trend here, I work with a lot of people that are in India and our time only overlaps before 11am) but I block my Friday afternoons to get work done and I am very much looking forward to not having meetings.
12pm I use lunchtime to bring R to the groomers. R is a standard poodle so she goes every 6 weeks and she’s looking a little scruffy. I also stop at Costco for gas ($53.78). I had to schedule a meeting at 1:30pm 🙁 so I make sure I am back with plenty of time to eat lunch before the meeting.
3:30pm I wrap up work early since I have to work Sunday morning. I fit in a quick work out before I go to get R from the groomers and pay for it ($112.10 with tip for a full groom and teeth brushing).
5:30pm Home and time for a Peloton ride. I do 30 minutes, then shower, eat, and take care of R.
8:00pm I finally get to start season 3 of Bridgerton. I only watch 1 episode because I am exhausted. After that I put on an episode of Brooklyn 99 and by 9:45pm I am heading up bed (wild Friday night, I know).
Daily total: $165.88
Day Six Saturday
8:00am I woke up earlier with a killer sinus headache, thanks pollen, but was able to sleep longer and I feel a little better. I get up and let R out, take some ibuprofen with my lexapro, make my coffee and a bagel and head to the couch to relax for a little bit.
11:15am I have a 4th birthday party and a going away party today so I leave to drop my pup off my dad while I’m at the 4th birthday, because his house is on the way and our dogs are besties and love to be together. I stop and grab a card, they asked for no gifts so I honor that ($4.59). I get to the party around 12:30pm (it’s about 30 minutes from my dad’s, but we chatted for a few minutes before I left for the party).
4:00pm People are starting to leave so I decide to head out. Iit was great to see the little ones and some of my family members. I go back to my dad’s to hang out until we leave for the other party, I read while my dog snuggles on my legs and my dad watches TV.
6:00pm we head to the party but stop at a grocery store quickly to grab something to bring. We decide on a cannoli chips and dip platter, and my dad pays.
8:45pm We leave a little early because I have to work in the morning. I had a good time catching up with some people. I get R from my dad’s and end up home at 10pm. I watch a couple episodes of Brooklyn 99 while scrolling instagram, and head to bed at 11pm.
Daily total: $4.59
Day Seven Sunday
7:00am Up and ready for the release. Most of my time working will just be sitting and waiting at my desk for the demo to start so I can sign off on the changes we released to our apps. I was hoping this would be super quick, but there was a problem with another app that is holding up our testing. I do some French lessons on Duolingo to pass some time.
10:15am Finally done with work! I decide to watch an episode of Bridgerton before I do anything else. Season 3 feels different to me, I can’t quite explain it but it just feels off compared to the past 2 seasons.
12:00pm I take R for a long walk, and we run into neighbors along the way and chat a bit. Once I’m home, I have lunch, a smoothie bowl with some special K, and head into the basement to do a work out.
2:30pm I placed a pick up order for groceries and I have to go get them. This is my second week doing it and so far I think it’s saving me time and money. Even with the little bit they charge, I’m not grabbing random snacks that I see as I go. Groceries come out to $47.96.
3:00pm Home, I shower, change the sheets on my bed and decide to rest for the afternoon. I finish a book (The Happy Ever After Playlist by Abby Jiminez), finish the first half of Bridgerton, and return the book to library. I also take R for a walk in a field so she can get some zoomies out.
9:45pm Up to bed. I take a melatonin since I’m not super sleepy and I am out by 10:15pm.
Daily total: $47.96
End totals:
Food + Drink: $47.96
Fun / Entertainment: $0
Home + Health: $0
Clothes + Beauty: $94
Transport: $77.78
Other: $112.10
Lastly, reflect on your diary!
I feel pretty good about this week. Even though it was $331 and change, it was relatively low spend. I didn’t spend much on entertainment but I did go out a few times and had fun. I was able to keep groceries low this week by using things in my freezer and pantry, and doing the order pick up - this saves me a ton of money.
I’m hoping I can continue my lower spend momentum, I love seeing no spend days - and I include days that I pay for parking because I don’t really have a choice and that’s the cheapest full day rate downtown.
I almost spent $500 on a down payment for a trip to Yellowstone - traveling is one of my hobbies. But doing this diary and really thinking about next year made me pause. I’m still considering it but I want to price out if I can do it on my own at a better price.
I do want to not spend much on clothes but rebuilding a casual and professional wardrobe is taking time. I also need to get rid of more clothes that don’t fit me. It’s just such a pain to do it and then I have to decide what to do with them. I used to send them to thredup but now they charge you and it’s just a pain.
I’ll end there - I’m looking forward to your comments.

Rant incoming ...More than half the shirts I have bought or tried on are transparent enough that I feel like I HAVE to wear a tank or cami underneath so my bra isn't visible. Is this a fashion trend or are clothing manufacturers just being as cheap as possible with the materials?
In the winter it's no problem. I don't even wear a bra in public because I hate them and just wear sweaters with texture to hide it. But as summer is coming on, why do I have to wear an extra layer with half my tops to not expose my bra?😳 I put on a top I just bought yesterday and realized it was yet another semi-transparent item. I showed my husband and told him im just going to wear it like that.. but of course I'm to chicken too wear it outside of the house...
I also hate that crop tops are a big thing again. Like obviously they are only for kids who have never had a baby. Fine... but stop making everything cropped! Im 5'2" 101 lbs.. I need the smaller clothes that fit my child sized body to not expose my middle 50 year old stomach. If I head to the normal sized womens clothing I'm swallowed up in shirts that look like dresses on me and pants I could fold the legs back up onto themselves double.

This happened a while ago, but I still struggle with PTSD from it. To give a little background, my former step-dad, who was a cop, had a history of violence with my mom. One time, he held her prisoner in her home and beat her. Luckily, she escaped and ran to her church for help. It made the local news. Because she didn't press charges, he remained on the force.
Before I turned 21, I began hanging out with my step-dad and alcoholic mom and they would let me drink with them. When my mom would go to sleep, my step-dad would feed me more alcohol while we watched TV together. I vaguely remember many nights of him asking inappropriate questions about my sex life, my friends, and what kind of bra I was wearing. This was always after he had made me several drinks. I was starting to get into a bad place with drinking because of a lot of other things going on, and I would go see them because I knew they would give me booze, sadly.
One day, I was having a rough time, and went over to their place hoping I could drink. I knew my mom was at work and my step-dad was around, but I didn't think something this bad would happen. He gave me a bunch of very strong drinks. This was early afternoon. The rest is very blurry. I remember he insisted we get in the hot tub without clothes on and I remember feeling scared. I remember him taking pictures of me at one point when we were back inside. Then, there's parts I remember where him and I were doing sexual things together. I woke up that night having no idea where I was or what happened until I started having brief flashbacks. I realized I was in and out of a blackout during it all. I questioned whether or not he put something in my drink because I didn't think I drank that much, but I have no idea.
After everything, I never stayed at their house again and I spiraled in my drinking that I was basically trying to kill myself. I ended up going to rehab. I hid it for 7 years because he said "this goes to our graves" and reminded me that he had pictures of everything. I didn't know how to report him since he was a cop. When it came out (my sister told everyone without consulting me first), I was terrified that he would come hurt me.
My question is, was it rape? I kinda went along with what he said, but I was also terrified because I knew he was violent. I also was inebriated. I struggle with the fact that I kind of complied? I think he knew I was an alcoholic like my mom and fed me drinks for a purpose. When my mom found out about it, she said, "he didn't rape you, he took advantage of you." His defense was that I "seduced" him. 2 years later when I had the courage to tell my mom my whole side of the story, she said, "I had a feeling something happened." Yeah, she never once talked to me about it and continued to be married to that fuckface.
Anyway, ever since it happened, I have felt this overwhelming guilt and shame that I was responsible in some way. Maybe the way my mom and step-dad talked about it is why I feel this way? I don't know. The whole thing has been haunting me for so long and it's holding me back from being a normal, functioning adult, among other things.
Thank you for reading and any insight would be so appreciated 💜

(All previous chapters can be found here https://www.reddit.comPornful68/s/6RsSJKSv7B)
All of the women pulled their leggings up further and tighter on their crotches; Adria in particular seemed to relish giving herself an even more absurd and defined wedgie. Aurora supposed they all did this because they were all going to be jumping around a lot. Not that these vacuum sealed motherfuckers could possibly fall down, but she felt obligated to follow suit anyway and double check that there wasn’t a visible cameltoe.
“Alright, ladies! Let’s bounce!” Sarah shouted out to the class with emphatic enthusiasm. Thankfully, they started with something relatively inactive. They all laid on their backs, legs lifted into the air.
Dozens of sculpted, sexy bodies in absurdly tight cotton and spandex began to move as one; thick legs and hard asses pumping and moving as their butts and crotches were on full display.
It felt weird to be among them like this, she felt like she didn’t belong. She didn’t, but she tried to just focus on getting through this. She was clearly the least athletic out of all of them, huffing and trying to catch her breath as her stick-bug legs kicked away with little elegance or skill.
Aurora was already sore from her attempts at absurd contortion in the yoga class, and this only aggravated things. Her legs were throbbing and sore, and that soreness and heat soon spread to her thighs and just above her ass.
“Huhh…hurrrhh…” Aurora breathed unsteadily. She felt ridiculous, meanwhile the other ladies in the class couldn’t have looked happier at the chance to look silly. Her still sore and sensitive body convulsed slightly again, she could feel a fireball start to grow in her core once again like it’d only been dormant until now.
Shit, it was a mistake to do something active again right after that last exercise had…well for lack of a better it’d edged her body. But no pleasure, just her body desperately trying to tell her that it was already tired and had had enough.
“Work it, Queens! Work it, work it!” Sarah commanded as they all went off, faster and with more force. Aurora cursed in annoyance. Her whole body felt like little embers were firing off all over it.
Aurora groans and huffs and begs for the relentless, constant movement to end; it practically feels like her legs and thighs are being crushed by a hydraulic press. She’d never done anything active a day in her life, she was surprised she hadn’t cramped up by now. Maybe it was the yoga.
“Goddesses! Lay on your left side and lift your opposite leg in the air over and over again when I say. Okay, now! One and two and three and one and two and three…” The instructor droned on as the women put those thick legs to work.
Aurora sees a sea of thighs and firmly wedgied ass-meat working over time, a tidal wave of heat and pain crashing through all of them as they groaned and grit their teeth. Aurora trembles as her body burns hotter and brighter as that fireball inside of her grows. Sharp breaths leave her lips and she can’t help but feel slightly mortified as they all flash their tightly clothed cunts to the instructor over and over again.
Sarah sighed satisfyingly and gave Aurora a little thumbs up and a wink. Aurora cursed her under her breath and looked over to Adria who seemed to be practically in love with this workout. Her skin was already glossy and her face was red as she went harder at it than Aurora.
Aurora was just focused on surviving this thing, even as that burning tingly sensation crept back into her chest and her stomach and especially between her thighs.
“Huuuurghh…” She breathed and tried to ignore it. Even as waves of heat began to rhythmically assault her cunt with every spread of her legs. Sarah grinned slyly as she looked over all those sweaty crotches flashing at her repeatedly.
“Work it, ladies! Bring those thighs and those meaty booties together again and again. Feel your whole body feel heavier as you work it. Doesn’t that heat and that weight feel great!?”Sarah recited like she’d memorized it. Many of the veteran members enthusiastically said “yes ma’am!” as they put their bodies through it. Adria included.
Aurora grit her teeth and tried ignore that horrible, awful, increasingly moist and increasingly hot throbbing as they went on. God, just make it stop.
“Good job, Queens! So proud of you! Are you ready to Pump and Bounce those glutes?” She asked. A wave of enthusiastic yeses and groans echoed out through the crowd of muscle bunnies and muscle bunnies in training as many of them followed Sarah’s every word.
Aurora is relieved to be moving on from that exercise until it’s revealed what’s next. Oh lord. Of course, they are asked to turn themselves so their backs are facing Sarah. This entire Gym experience felt like insecure women objectifying themselves to improve their body image and this really didn’t dissuade that worry of Aurora’s at all.
“Down to the ground! Now throw those booties back!” This was truly humiliating for Aurora, but of course everyone else loved it. She tried to retain her composure, even as she thrusted her ass back and could start to feel that heavenly, horrible, blissful, awful heat all over her skinny rear.
They started in a sort of almost pushup pose on the ground before switching to their knees and backing their asses as far back as they could. It was a horribly awkward movement for her, in both senses of the word.
“You’re doing a great job, ‘Rory!” Adria enthusiastically whispered and winked. Not helping at all, Aurora really didn’t want to be seen doing this. One of the main reasons besides the obvious was that her body was still pent up and she was trying so hard to push those sensations down.
Slippery wet spots were appearing all over everyone’s clothes, but even so the growing damp area of Aurora’s ass was on full display to Sarah who seemed to just think it was sweat like everyone else.
Every thrust of her ass insured another wave of growing pleasure right into her tired cunt, and she could only grit her teeth and sigh as she tried to fight her growing arousal. Her body clearly wanted to finish that Coregasm. Fucking annoying. Please stop.
And they did. For a moment. They were tasked with standing back up to their feet, regardless of how wobbly her legs were now. It was only going to get worse.
“Turn towards me. Show me you’re real Pump Queens! I wanna see some low squats! Let’s see some Bounce!” Their cruel glute dictator commanded. Aurora’s face deepens its’ shade of pink, her body becomes slicker with sweat and her lower body aches as they go down low over and over and over again.
Her thighs and cheeks are red hot, volcanic and straining with horrid pain. And yet it only burns the furnace in her core harder, pulls on those pleasure muscles she had barely known were there even more and teased her cunt like no other. Every squat down low felt like a cruel joke to her weeping cunt as it was barraged with painful hot pleasure.
“Huhhrrrgh~” Her groan of pain and exertion is one of equal pleasure. Her eyes become slightly unfocused as the repeated motion drills into her brain and makes it harder to focus.
“Bounce on it, Goddesses! Bounce on it! Bounce on it! Pump up those glutes! Keep squatting, up and down up and down!” Sarah roars. The room is getting hotter, more humid, mustier as that overwhelming smell of thick girlsweat casts a thick fog over Aurora’s mind.
‘Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck please stop noooo~’ Aurora thinks. The burn, the pleasure is everywhere. Her cunt is playing a beautiful song of throbbing pleasure as it pounds relentlessly and rhythmically like a drum. Pulsing pulsing pulsing.
“Feel that burn! Let that burn melt all those worries and stresses in your life away. Just give in to the feeling of a good Bounce!” Aurora distantly heard. All of those sexy, shiny women that are sloppy with sweat dropping their asses and cunts down low over and over again must look awfully suggestive. All that breathing and huffing and groaning too.
“Doesn’t it feel so great to work up a sweat! To be all wet and sloppy and like you could just melt? Come on, go harder! Bounce on it! Bounce on it faster faster faster!” Sarah said. Aurora tried to hold on, tried to just keep going and ignore that she was practically masturbating in front of 20+ women. The result would be a humiliation, she can’t cum.
“You can do it, Aurora! You’re doing so well! Bounce on it, bounce on it!” Adria cheered her friend on. Aurora’s eyes roll back for a moment as those words wash over her. Her cunt just won’t stop its’ horny little pleasure dance.
Surprisingly, Aurora doesn’t betray her pleasure. Her face looks steady on, her groans are rough gasps and growls that sound perfectly normal. But her dripping cunt tells a different story, not that it looks any different than the sweat on her ass or the sweat staining her sports bra.
“Okay, down on your backs!” Thank God, Aurora thinks. For a moment.
“Thrust it! I wanna see those hips moving! Thrust it thrust it thrust it!” God dammit. Their hips move in unison, legs spread far and revealing the tight crotches of their leggings and shorts as they follow Sarah’s every word. Cunts and hips and asses thrust upward, over and over and over again.
“Huhhh, shit…” Aurora sharply breathes. The scene is utterly absurd and erotic, both words that don’t describe the levelheaded Aurora at all and only embarrass her further. Maybe she just needed to get her head out of the gutter. The thought almost makes her laugh, kinda hard to do that when your cunt is in heaven and hell simultaneously.
“Thrust it thrust it thrust it! Faster! Harder! More more more more more more!” Sarah demanded. A soft whimper breaks through her stoic groans for a moment, not that anyone notices when they’re all caught up in their own workout. Especially among that roaring chorus of groans and breaths.
“Hrrrrgnfuck~” Her movement is awkward and untrained and totally unsexy, and yet everyone elses sexiness almost makes up for it and somehow turns it even sluttier.
Her legs trembled and her cunt shook; Aurora was thoroughly soaked in sweat and delirious. She looked to Adria who just beamed as her hips and crotch lovingly humped the air with almost psychotic vigor. How did they all keep it up so effortlessly?
Her toes curl and her body shakes and trembles with volcanic pleasure, her cunt’s stupid fucking pleasure symphony unrelenting as it throbbed it’s way through a rhythmic chorus of pulsing and pumping.
She was half delirious and completely wracked with nerves, but Sarah’s gaze seemed to linger partially long over their sweat-drenched crotches.
“Feel that Bounce! Faster! Chase that Bounce, Chase that Pump!” Sarah said. The room is a humid fog of sweat and it thickens the air. If they kept this up they’d practically be breathing in nothing but hot girl-fluids.
“Okay, final step! On your bellies! Good Pump Queens. Same thrusting, but towards the ground!” On no. In unison they all began to essentially hump the ground, Pumped up glutes Bouncing and clapping with each thrust upward.
Not that Aurora had any of that, but her cunt ached nonetheless. Pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure, horrible awful stupid pleasure shot through her like a bullet over and over again. Her toes curl and her lower legs go limp as they finally reduce to jelly from the constant physical effort. Nothing is stopping her crotch and hips from humping the floor over and over again as her limp legs squirm and a long labored groan exits her parted lips.
Face is so soaked in sweat it’s hard to see. Eyes dazed and glazed and unfocused. Cunt is aching and screaming and burning like the sun. Nonexistent ass is feeling the burn nonetheless.
“Come on! Focus on the gains! Focus on those muscles screaming, focus on those muscles getting bigger and harder! Pump up those abs, Pump up those glutes! Bounce harder!” The words barely register. Don’t cum don’t cum don’t cum don’t cum please don’t cum don’t cum don’t cum is all she thinks for minutes. The chorus of pained groans from the class reaches a fever pitch.
Her crotch slammed into the floor again and she feels herself on the edge. Like a dam about to burst.
‘Please no…’ She thinks. And like an Angel descending from the heavens it mercifully stops. Or cruelly as her impeding orgasm is snatched from her. They all collapse to the ground and heave and huff for what feels like minutes.
“Good job, Pump Queens! I’m so proud of you. Even I admit I might’ve gotten carried away and made this a bit too hard for a beginner class. How are you feeling, Aurora?”
‘Ugh, fuck you…’ Aurora thinks. She absolutely hated herself for this but she hated this stupid Gym even more. She was definitely going to the minimum amount of classes after this. Of course she was still gonna go, though. She needed this job and this crazy ass experience only confirmed something bizarre was happening, even if the Coregasm feelings were just her broken body’s own reaction to this.
First, she needed a nap. Aurora’s eyes flutter as the exhausted young woman drifts into unconsciousness.

I’m not sure this is an ok place to out this but I need help from people who have maybe dealt with a narcissistic mormon as a parent.
Growing up I was the oldest girl so I had a lot of responsibilities put on me and I became a people pleaser fairly quickly, biggest issue? Nothing I did was ever good enough for my parents, especially my mom. I had a 3.7 gpa, was in varsity soccer, higher choir, was really good at art, did all my chores, stayed out of trouble, went on maybe 3 dates total all throughout high-school, and participated in church.
I was a golden child except one thing- I was majorly depressed bc of how people (including and mostly my mom) treated me. So I often was met with “you’re going to hell” “you aren’t praying hard enough” “you’re satanic, you worship the devil, and want everyone to be as miserable as you are” “god will answer your prayers when you are obedient” “why are you crying? You need to pray, I don’t know what’s wrong with you, I’m a great mother” “you’ll never find a good partner or have a good life if you can’t serve others better” “I never did that, you’re playing the victim” EVERY. GOD. DAMN. DAY. and at 14 years old she basically called me a whore, (said I would have a lot of sexual issues with boys when I’m older) I wasn’t even allowed to hang out with anyone so I have no god damn idea what prompted her to say that shit! She destroyed my self worth and made me feel disgusting. She also told me I needed to wear a shirt (I was in my bra to go from my bedroom to the laundry my clothes were being dried, I didn’t have any shirts to wear) bc I was tempting my brother to look at corn. literally what the actual FUCK bitch. I was 16. Just a bit of background. There’s a lot more of I think it’s abuse? But I don’t need to get into that.
Anyways I’m 25 years old (how the fuck I survived this long, I don’t know) and due to some really unfortunate circumstances I am stuck at home bc I am too sick to work, up until that point I had been on my own, far far way from my mother all the way across the country. Now, I deal with a lot of her drama and my parents abuse fairly often but tonight really solidified that if I ever get better and don’t off myself, I will never talk to her again.
I invited a friend over who I have recently started seeing and thinking about dating, he’s very sweet. So he came over to watch a movie (Howls Moving Castle) and my littler sister was there so we played some games with her then moved upstairs to my bedroom to watch the movie, I had invited my siblings but they didn’t want to join so my bedroom made the most sense since it wouldn’t bother anyone. I had been told it was fine with previous guests and I just had to leave the door open. So we started the movie and we weren’t even touching when my mother came to the door, didn’t introduce herself or ask about my guest, and then told me that I needed to get him out of my room and that I was making my little sister uncomfortable (NOT true, little sis was in her room headphones blaring whatever YouTube video she was watching). And my mother was very passive aggressive about it, super snarky and rude. She was on some sort of fucking power trip. Made my guest extremely uncomfortable.
Obviously the date/ hangout/ whatever you want to call it ended right then and there. He was so uncomfortable that he left bc he didn’t want her to be more mad at me and he wasn’t trying to leave a bad impression. I spent the rest of the night crying wondering why the hell my mother tries to sabotage everything in my life that makes me happy. She told my ex that he should leave me and not tolerate any abuse. I have depression, I get sad, she makes me suicidal but apparently being abused and reacting to abuse (by becoming depressed) is abusive to my ex. I tried to tell her it wasn’t fair bc I was following her rules (door open) and she spent the rest of the night saying if I just obeyed the rules (your fucking rules changed you god damn bitch) I would feel loved and that I was again playing the victim.
I don’t know if he’ll want to see me again, I can’t blame him the whole experience made me really suicidal and I hate Mormons so much and I wanted to tell my mom she’d be fucking lucky if I ever invited her to my wedding if I ever got married. Which with all the fucking trauma they put me through I’ll be lucky if anyone cares about me enough to stick around. I hate her. I hate Mormons. That fucking church ruined my god damn fucking life.
P. S. I now feel validated that I did not get her a Mother’s Day present. Eat shit ya bitch. You’re gonna end up in a god damn nursing home. Fucking mormon !ss c!nt. Also how does one block a contact? I blocked her but she can still message me and it’s pissing me off.

Hey all
So I’m trying to give in to my sensory needs more when it comes to clothes - aiming for comfortable over feeling grumpy/irritated - one of the things I hate are bras even the wireless ones annoy me. I have medium sized boobs and I want to be brave enough to go braless but I hate being perceived especially when it comes to people looking at my boobs!!! Makes me angry and annoyed that guys particularly would look at my chest because there’s no bra. So either way I’m annoyed! It’s a conundrum! Anyone else felt this and have tips?
Thanks (.)(.)

UPD: Please don't give me advice like "gender is a myth, just be yourself", "you don't have to transition" and such. I don't struggle with that. I have already gone through this aspects on my own and knowing it didn't help me. I don't struggle with "I feel like I should do something I don't want", I know that I want it but I struggle with figuring out if my wants are real.
I'm 25 AFAB, FTM. And I was dealing with doubts about my gender identity for a very long time now. For context, I'm currently pre-everything and closeted IRL, since I'm living in transphobic household. Sorry for a long post, I'm autistic and afraid of missing important details, and I feel like chronological order of events is important.
I didn't had signs of dysphoria in early childhood. In fact, I was totally fine with being perceived as a girl until puberty (12-13 years old), with wearing dresses, playing with "girl" toys, etc. But I admit that I didn't had circumstances for distress from not getting enough "male role" at that time bc my parents weren't limiting me in my choices based on gender - I could get any toy I wanted no matter if it was a Barbie or a battleship, I was allowed to read both about dinosaurs and female etiquette, and noone forced me to choose dresses over pants so I could freely choose (the only exception being school uniform bc I used to associate "business style" women's pants with those annoying old ladies that shouldn't be allowed to be teachers until they get therapy, so I was heavily against wearing pants to school bc those style of pants was my option, but I quickly changed my mind after invention of skinny jeans since the black ones were allowed to wear at school). At this period of my life, gender was a bit more of "why does it matter at all", with only exception being bullied at school due to my autism and getting "it" treatment, it was the only situation when I was starting to point out that "I'M A GIRL", and generally liking the Disney princess aesthetic. And I liked having long hair just because I have natural curls. So until puberty I was just accepting that I'm a girl in a "yeah, whatever the adults say" manner, and in general only thought of myself as a girl bc my personal taste aligned with aesthetical aspect of being a girl. However I have always subconsciously wanted to be included into the "boys" category when it was about games organised by teachers, or helping with cleaning the classroom.
But when puberty started, the things start getting... Strange, let's call it that. I didn't had any hatred to my body, and at that time I was sure I didn't had dysphoria at all. But I was seeing the changes in my body and had this background feeling of wanting to reverse it and get back to my old body without curves and breasts. And any attempts of my mother to put a dress that was amplifying my curves was uncomfortable - not in a hateful way, but in a "I just don't want to see my body like that" way. But I was still wearing dresses time to time because well, the clothes were beautiful and my mother was equaling "I think this dress is beautiful" and "I want to wear this dress", same with jewellery. So I ended up hoarding a ton of stereotypically female clothing and jewellery which I was barely wearing unless reminded to do so. At the same time I started to wear more and more of oversized clothes, genuinely believing that I look better like that. And the genuine reason for me thinking that way was literally the fact that having a soft sports bra under a 2 sizes too big T-shirt worked surprisingly well to make my C-cup breasts barely noticeable.
Also at the same time I got on social media. At first I tried to present as female online bc I had a feeling that being a girl it's what I should do. But from the very beginning I have picked up a different name, for several reasons: I wanted to have privacy from my parents and classmates, I was planning to hang out in English-speaking spaces and my legal name is a Slavic name nearly impossible to properly pronounce for foreigners, and also I started to feel like my name is too... sweet and soft, I don't know? So I first used a name of one of my favourite characters, and then switched several names getting progressively less and less feminine.
I also got hooked up into text roleplay community. At first I was making female characters because most people around me were roleplaying characters of the same gender as their AGAB and I took it as a kind of a rule. Later on I took some male roles when playing roleplay-flavored mafia (a forum I was hanging out on was hosting online mafia games where we were also roleplaying as characters from different franchises), and since then I was roleplaying almost exclusively male characters. And I had an interesting quirk that when I was roleplaying as a guy I was insisting on keeping he/him pronouns in the discussion chat even though most other girls were switching tho she/her, and if I was making friends there I would stick to he/him even in DMs and even after I have long left the RP itself and don't have to be "in character" anymore. And I remember clearly than when one of the girls I was roleplaying with said that she could tell that I'm a girl from how I wrote my male character but it was way harder that with other girls, I was simultaneously happy and sad - I wished to not have any signs of being a girl at all, but at least it was harder to notice.
Also at this time I have learned about existence of trans and non-binary people... And since I have already had some feeling of not belonging "with the girls," it didn't took much time for me to start thinking it might be me. But I completely disregarded the possibility of being a binary trans guy since I didn't know of the possibility of not having strong dysphoria and still being a binary trans, so I just assumed that if I don't hate my body and I can be okay with being perceived as female, I must be some flavour of non-binary. And spend the next 10 years trying to find or even create a label for myself because I felt more in a "strong masculine combined with strong feminine" way rather than "soft blend of masc and fem" most of non-binary labels felt like.
It was this way until 23 years old when I started playing Genshin Impact. I remember that when I first started playing, I took enormous effort into figuring out which twin should I pick. I liked Aether for some reason more, but the community was clearly favouring Lumine, especially the fem half of the fandom. In the end I took Aether and it felt like a right choice. Three months later I tried to enter a different server and took Lumine out of curiosity. And this account got abandoned after AR 5 because playing as Lumine just wasn't vibing, I could self-project myself as much as it was with Aether even though the plot stays the same. And I also was exposed to a completely new type of masculinity I haven't seen before - what Genshin and later HSR definitely do well is adding stereotypically fem traits like long hair and decorated clothes to their tall male characters while still keeping them inherently masc in nature.
It was a kind of a trigger that finally put the pieces of puzzle I already had in their places. When I allowed myself to consider the possibility of being a trans guy, it suddenly started to feel like I was a trans guy this whole time, just maybe with alternative gender expression. And I think that the "feminine" part of my gender might actually be the desire to have access to stereotypically fem traits as a man.
But I also started to regularly get intense cases of impostor syndrome, since my mind keeps fixating on some aspects that make me doubt myself.

1. If I'm a trans guy, why didn't I had childhood signs? Why it took me 23 years to realise?
2. Why haven't I felt any clear dysphoria?
3. Isn't it weird that my trigger for self-realisation was a videogame?
4. Why I was okay with being a girl before?
5. Is it possible that I have unintentionally convinced myself that I'm trans?
6. Why do I keep to self-misgender even after 2,5 years?

When I have this doubts it's so intense that I literally start crying sometimes. And even though I clearly answer "yes, give me that male body" on all variations of the button test, my brain still manages to invalidate it. I'm afraid that I'm imagining things and that I will regret transitioning even though I want it - I didn't had clear thoughts about transitioning before accepting I might be a guy, but I did had thoughts about reverting to pre-puberty body without curves, wanting a deeper voice ect.
I will be glad if someone can help since what I might need is a perspective of people who did end up going back to their AGAB. Maybe if I won't resonate with such experience it will finally be the last piece of puzzle I need to calm down.

Hello all. The calculator says I'm a 38H, and I can confirm: Elomi Matilda and Elomi Kintai fit perfectly.
However, I have not been able to find a nude t-shirt bra that works for me. There aren't many options in 38H.
Prefer molded cup, because some of my shirts and dresses are thin enough that ANY seam is visible (not to mention cold nipples). I don't mind a minimizer or fuller coverage cups, but plunge tends to work better for me.
My shape: Even fullness. I lean over and the nipples point straight down with even distribution on top, bottom, and both sides. Like water balloons.
Measurements in inches: Loose Underbust: 39 Snug Underbust: 37 Tight Underbust: 36 Standing Bust: 48 Leaning Bust: 51 Lying Bust: 50
AFAB
Color: I'm very pale, so any light pink or light beige will work. Can't do white or tan or brighter or darker colors, they would be visible under my white shirts and dresses.
I tried several bras in fall of last year (when I measured closer to a 38G), and they did not work. Usually an issue with the gore floating or digging in, the underwire stabbing me in the armpit, or the cups being a weird shape and not sitting well. Some sizes I tried because they were the closest available at the time.

• Pour Moi Viva Luxe 38HH
• Elomi Smoothing Strapless 38HH
• Elomj Bijou Plunge 38H
• Freya Fancies Idol Tshirt 38G and 36GG
• Freya Idol Balcony 38G
• Fantasy Aura 38GG
• Fantasy Smoothing Tshirt 36GG
• Panache Cari 38G
• Panache Elan Convertible Plunge Tshirt 38GG
• Parfait Pearl Seamless Minimizer 38GG

I kept a Fantasy Smoothing Balcony 38G because I was tired of buying and returning bras. The gore floated, underwire sat too low, some quad-boob at the top, and the shape was very weird, leaving space between my nipples and the cup. No amount of scoop and readjustment made it sit better. I have since gotten rid of it because it just didn't work and I hated the shape of these molded cups. My breasts want to be round like a dome, not flat on the bottom with an upturned blunted point at the nipple.
It's getting warmer out, I've unpacked my summer clothes, and I'm ready to try again to find the perfect invisible t-shirt bra.
What are your t-shirt bra recommendations?

Monday
Dimmy: I hope you all had a great Mother’s Day! Stevie Kate surprised me with a balloon, baguette, half-eaten apple, and pinworms she picked up from the feral Denner tots, and I surprised Stevie Kate and London with a Sol Brush powdered sunscreen shill and carcinogenic particles of zinc oxide and titanium dioxide in their lungs. Stevie Kate’s spent the past 48 hours in her pajamas tearing through a bag of rotisserie chicken, so I decided to resume potty training to get her to stop binge-eating chicken. I am finally ready to start potty training again now that we are going through so many diapers with twice as many Contentots in the house.
Dimmy: Ta da! Here is Stevie Kate’s adorable potty setup! Complete with balloons and princess underwear! Stevie Kate, are you ready to go on the potty and wear your underwear? Stevie Kate: I’m ready right now! Neighbor Boy Harry: Uh… Imma head out and go help my mom with her shitty stationery line! 🏃‍♂️🎒
Tuesday
Dimmy: Would you like to give us an update on how potty training is going? Sassy Kate: Would you like to give us an update on how you and daddy exploit your children on the internet for financial gain? Dimmy: I’ll give you a cookie if you detail every bodily function from the past 24 hours. So Fed Up Kate: I’ll give you a swift kick in your bad knee if you don’t stop talking about my toilet training. Dimmy: That’s it, your punishment for being sassy is you have to stay in your pajamas again all day. Sleepwear Kate: We all knew that was going to happen anyway.
Dimmy: I need to get your guys’ thoughts. With potty training, do I just stay at home? Or do I carry the miniature singing toilet with balloons attached everywhere we go? I’ve been staying at home the past 24 hours and it is torture! We haven’t even been able to go visit the Astroturf at the shopping center by our house. Stevie Kate’s been doing pretty good. We’ve had a couple accidents today, but she’s been doing really well for the most part- OW! Why did you kick me in the knee, Stevie Kate? Here, go play with this bag containing an entire rotisserie chicken and eat as much of it as you want. Mommy’s busy talking to the people in her phone who fund our lifestyle. Anyway, I can’t just stay inside for the next two weeks! That’s insanity! I need your help! How do I go out with Stevie Kate while potty training? Drop your tips in the box! I know I could just ask my sisters, Iris, or Meta AI on Instagram instead, but that doesn’t drive up my engagement numbers like responses from you sorry losers do!
Dimmy: Speaking of Iris, I did text it for craft ideas to keep School’s Out Kate busy this summer. Also I contacted Iris for a color analysis and Iris responded that bright orange parachute I wore car shopping looked great with my skin tone, and I should consider cutting up some of the parachute material to sew it into a dress. I tried to explain to Iris that it already was a dress, albeit a voluminous one, but Iris just responded with these bizarre outfit suggestions of monochromatic business looks for fall and winter where each outfit is the color of Tiffany’s self-tanner-applied orange skin. I tried to tell Iris it’s summer time and it’s hot as fuck here in Texas, plus I mainly wear athleisure and billowy dresses, not business clothes, but Iris said who cares, these aren’t real clothes anyway, just weird hypothetical Fashion Plates looks a robot mocked up. Iris said whatever I do, to avoid wearing cheetah print. What the fuck! That’s never going to happen. I love cheetah print. Still, I think you gullible assholes should subscribe to Iris anyway and use my code BOYAREYOUDUMB for 50% off your first month! Don’t you want to be able to TEXT Iris instead of carry a computer around 24/7 to use ChatGPT? I know that question makes no sense, since you don’t need four laptops in a Nordace backpack to use ChatGPT, but all of my followers are gullible idiots and will subscribe to Iris despite my idiotic statements!
Thursday
Dimmy is wearing loads of dark makeup and another gigantic billowy dress, and you know what that means… time to go car shopping again with paid pal Diana! Dimmy shared stories from Wednesday’s car shopping excursion to Hyundai and Kia and once again the trimmed-down troll was “too busy” to go along. Sidekick Kate was a good sport through the whole car shopping ordeal, despite hopping from bathroom to bathroom, the charge running out on her Tonies box, and her Mylar princess balloon sailing away in search of a beach to pollute. Screenie Kate forgave Dimmy for losing her balloon since she knows there’s always plenty more where that came from and she has Wina from Balloonish on speed dial. Dimmy sailed from new car to new car thanks to a strong breeze and her billowy dress, looking for the SUV with the most charging ports for all of her devices and the largest number of adjustable cup holders big enough to fit even the most gigantic of Stanley cups in her collection. She found the “Hun-Die” Palisade fit the bill, with chargers and cup holders galore. She wasn’t as impressed with the Kia “Tell-a-ride” because it didn’t have as many cup holders and ports to charge her numerous devices. Dimmy is now torn between buying either the Palisade or the Escalade because those were the only cars she found that rhymed with “getting paid.” Should she go with the practical, convenient “Mom car” Palisade or the super nice and luxurious Escalade?
Today Jen is grateful Kimmy, Stevie Kate and London are coming over to bring hugs and content. Stevie Kate was excited to show off her potty training progress to Minnie and Papa.
Jen: Stevie Kate, what are we doing today? Sugarless Kate: Baking sugar-free cookies on this damn, dirty floor, like usual. Jen: Why are you using ghost-shaped cookie cutters? Spooky Kate: Because Mommy is a ghost! Jen: Your Mommy is a ghost? Stevie Chef: Yes! Because I want her to disappear!
Tiffany was furious when she saw on stories that Kimmy, Stevie Kate and London were getting all of Jen’s gratitude and attention, so she threw a giant bow and no shoes on Lily and sped over to crash their party and divert all the attention to herself. She immediately whipped out her boobs to shill her Eby bra when she saw Dimmy nursing, claiming she and Jen might start lactating at any moment. Then she publicly shamed Stevie Kate for having an accident in her car seat on the way to Jen’s.
Meanwhile, London is still alive despite the clouds of Sol Brush sunscreen powder raining down on her face yet again as Dimmy’s fascination with demonstrating how to use the high-commission product continues. Dimmy headed to the airport to pick up yet another sister to help her out with London, but not before posting a Ritual vitamin shill so she could take the day off stories tomorrow.
Saturday
London is finally being a cooperative Contentot, smiling for Instagram from beneath her giant bow, and doing a picture-perfect Swaddle Stretch channeling her older sister’s performances from back in her newborn days.
Sol Brush is back in stock and Dimmy is bursting with joy at all the commission she’s going to make from more sales of the ineffective sunscreen, her kids’ lungs be damned. If Sunburnt Kate doesn’t convince Dimmy’s followers it doesn’t work, I don’t know what will.
Stevie Sunburn headed indoors to get a break from the sun and play with the robot bug toy Dimmy’s sister brought her. Thank goodness the Tacky Screech Owl found an Amazon link for the gift so she can make money off that too. Dimmy even had an active Active Skin Repair code, so she shilled it them sprayed Stevie Sunburn to give her some relief.
Street Urchin Kate looked like a Victorian Orphan by mid-afternoon as her Belle princess dress mopped up dirt, sidewalk chalk, Dimmy’s makeup, and everything else in her path. Dimmy left Disheveled Kate with her sister and cleaned herself up, threw on her Paris dress, and headed to a baby shower for the Houghtons’ wealthy family friend Anna. The beautiful florals and tasteful spread at Grange Hall were too elegant for the tacky turtle bunch, so Jen set the centerpiece flowers on fire with the votive candles to protest the lack of balloon arches, then escaped by helicopter to go terrorize another Texas city, Austin.
With two days off this week and tomorrow being Sunday, Dimmy’s Saturday shilling was at an all-time high. She’s linking up everything but the kitchen sink, and she’d link that up too if she had a code for it.

Had to get the gate for the pizza guy. I called out, they said "thanks man" looked at me and said "sorry, lady" and smiled. I was dressed in comfy home clothes (jersey, no bra, pajama pants). Left me confused and warm. Days later I'm still thinking about it. Wild.

F in mid 20's
tl;dr cuddly moment with a very handsome stranger on an overnight bus and it's hard to stop thinking about him!! Even though I realize how superficial it is. He's handsome and comes off very personable yet respectful, I think part of why it's so on my mind is because I wonder if this was a completely normal experience for him, one that he didn't even bat an eye at cause he's used to things like this.
No dm's please unless it's specifically in response to the following. Moving my thoughts/questions to the top so they can be read first: - how common is this, personal experiences of stories from others? - when someone next to you says, you can lean on me if you're comfortable with it/if you want... how often do you think it's an invitation for something more? and that taking up that offer means something more?
So I was recently on a 6 hr overnight bus in Europe. We boarded around 10:30 pm, so it's late and people are tired. I boarded at the frist stop and i'm like sweeeet, the bus is only half full and i'll probably have both seats to myself (window/aisle). i make kind of an asshole move and sit in the window seat (always my preference) even though i think my assigned seat is actually aisle, thinking that I'll just swap if i do have a seat mate who wants window. so i'm trying to rest, and at the next stop, this tall apparation appears next to the aisle i'm in and says he's here. i don't take a good look at him and at first am wary that this is just a guy trying to sit next to a girl when there are so many other seats open, not cause i think i'm hot shit but because my recent luck on flights convinced me that i'd have the aisle to myself hahaha. so he sits down in the aisle seat and we don't say antything to each other. we're both trying to sleep but also very restless, moving around, changing positions etc.
I notice he's restless too and feel bad that he's actually supposed ot have window seat, thinking he could lean his head against the window and also realizing i have a little rolled puffer jacket that i could place between my shoulder and head for neck suppport. so i offer to switch seats with him. he's like, sure. now more often than not, our thighs aren't touching, but occasionally and with increasing frequency there are moments where they do touch and neither of us move away. personally it feels good, the warmth. a little bit later, i'm moving around and he's like, you can rest your head on my shoulder if you want. so i'm like, oh thank you. I try not to but eventually i lean a little bit on him and at one point I put my firm rolled jacket onto his shouler and lean on that lol.
suddenly (it probably wasn't sudden but i was in and out of sleep) I realize that his hand is ever so slightly touching my lower, left thigh. i'm like :0 again, it feels good. I nuzzle my leg towards him so that his hand covers more of it. it's like this for a while and gets a little frisky for a few seconds where i'm pushing towards him with a little more intensity and i can feel it returned through his hand on my thigh. It never moves up but he does try to feel my breasts under my top. but i'm wearing an athletic tank with a sports bra so in his sleepy low effort state he doesnt and I'm also kind of relieved cause I feel like that would've broken the substantial physical boundaries we still had, given how i was already feeling.
we're both still not reaching any kind of deep sleep, we'll occasionally muster "did you fall asleep?" to each other when either of us wakes up a little. it was cute. i'm also changing positions and at one point, i try lying in his lap with my knees bent over the side of the seat next to the aisle. I notice that his flannel jacket thing smells good and it's reassuring that this stranger man is hygenic lol. now this part fucking getsss me. for some reason, his hand is by my neck and he gently grazes it. i probably lean into that and he moves his hand near my mouth, like i was so close to kissing his fingers but the fact they're proabbly germy af despite his fresh smelling clothing is enough to stop me in this sleepy daze that i'm in. i try to not make conversation cause i don't wanna open more doors.
after that I sit up again cause i'm like... hm i want to re establish some physical boundaries for myself cause i'm a hair away from losing it. his hand is on my leg again and i interlace my fingers on his, and sometimes the gems and silver on my fingers glitter in the moonlight. i would pull myself away though cause i was like, hm this is too much.
ANYWAY, we reach our destination very early, before the city metro lines are running. our accomodations are somewhat close so we split a rideshare car there. at this point, i learn his name, basic info about what he does for work etc. we trade contact info and we text each other a, hope you get to your spot safely/maybe we can hang out, etc but never meet up during my 2 days in that city (for the better), then text each other that it was nice to meet you, wish you the best on your travels.

Hiya, 18y/o transfem here. I'm almost done with high school, and I started HRT (150mg spiro, 4mg oral E tablets) in February. Apologies if the structure of this post is hard to read, I'm kinda thinking in bullet points right now lol
After this summer is over, I'll be in college. I will also likely have a job over the summer. I have no idea what to do about this.
I have been boymoding hard, and I'm only out to my friends at my school. Hell, I've known I'm trans for over 1.5 years and still don't have a name figured out.
I think it'd be really cool to be mostly transitioned before college, but I just don't know how to approach that, or how to approach having a job and socially transitioning during it.
I think I'll be able to pass decently, especially as my HRT progresses. But I don't know what to do about the social side. I don't know if I should wear makeup everyday, and to what extent, and I have very little experience with makeup.
I haven't been voice training, and I want to keep my (somewhat deep) voice pitch but have it be more feminine (I love deep feminine voices and want to have one) but I just haven't been working on it.
I haven't gotten any new clothes, and I've just been wearing my standard "boy clothes; "pants and my standard t-shirts plus light jackets/hoodies (I wore hoodies during winter but it's getting hotter now so I've been wearing a lightweight and thin black smartwool jacket, mainly to hide my growing breasts. I made a sports bra out of some boxer brief underwear I have but that's about it. I don't think I have the confidence to wear more feminine clothing at the moment, and I'm not sure I want to because I like to present somewhat androgynously/like a tomboy.
I haven't picked out a name, I've pulled my hair out over some names, and figured out some ones I might like, but I just cant decide on one that feels like it "clicks" if that makes sense. I've been attempting to come up with desert and weather related names because I like those aesthetics a lot.
I guess I'm just overwhelmed, naive, and thoroughly stuck in my comfort zone. How do I proceed? Does it make sense to wear makeup? How do I present myself? Do I wear different clothes? Maybe buy a bra (well, I guess I gotta do that eventually lol)? How do I start voice training but while keeping a deepish pitch (I tried getting into transvoicelessons' videos but i just got lost with information)? How do I figure out a name that I like? How do I approach work while transitioning? Is it even reasonable to go mostly stealth before college, and would I need makeup to wear everyday? I guess some of this depends on what I look like, but I don't currently feel comfortable with posting pictures of myself to strangers lol
(sidenote: I'll be dorming with my friends, so I'm not too worried about
TL;DR How do I proceed to transition socially before college, and is it even possible to do so? What do I do in regards to clothing, makeup, my name, and my voice?
Any advice is appreciated, or just reading this is fine :) It does feel nice to write down these feelings at the least, lol. Thanks for reading all of this

I recently got into a relationship with this cute girl, and I'm enjoying it so far. I have no complaints, other than the fact that she seems to post quite often on social media and she has shown me the outfit she's going to wear to a rave - she's wearing a bra and short shorts.
I do not use social media and honestly I find posting on social media as attention - seeking behavior, but also I know that we all crave attention - but in different forms and amounts. So social media isn't a huge deal, although I'm unsure whether I should express that concern also.
What's bothering me is - I've never had girlfriends who had worn revealing clothes, and I didn't even know she did until she had shown me what she'd usually wear to raves, festivals or parties.
I'm not concerned about being cheated on, I just find it disrespectful. I simply don't think I could find a relationship too serious if my girl dresses super revealingly, even if the "rave culture is just like that".
How do I approach this conversation?
I don't want to be controlling, but I don't want to sound like I'm threatening her either. I definitely wouldn't take this too far if she doesn't want to at least dress a bit less revealing. But I don't want to sound like "I'll break up unless you change".
And to answer your question, no, prior to the relationship I didn't really even know she attended these festivals and dressed in revealing cloghes as she hasn't mentioned that. She did mention attending parties, but not raves.
tl;dr I find revealing clothes disrespectful - I don't care if you don't, I do. Give me advice from a neutral standpoint. The main goal is how to approach the conversation without attacking her or making her feel bad, and without expressing need for control.