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About Me Fantasy
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Hi everyone, hope you are all having fun. Just to mention, my "About Me" is of course a fantasy scenario - what's the point? Well, there has always been a certain frisson in being "made" to do something I actually want to do! Why? Because then I don't have to decide, or say anything, it just happens. When I was a child and watched a war film featuring capture and torture, I thought that I could be a "hero" in the right circumstances: I dreamed up a scenario where I was a captured spy and my ruthless captors were experimenting with a new technique - do what men would of course hate the most, remove the crown jewels, the cock and balls. I imagined they would feed me oestrogen for months to make me grow breasts, then later would demand "Give us the information". I would reply "You won't get it!" and then on to the next stage. They would force me to wear women's clothes and subject me to brainwashing procedures, and I would hold out just long enough to be successfully sex-changed by their highly skilled surgeon, and then when I had recovered from the surgery I would of course escape, being such a cunning and successful espionage operative, and I would receive a hero(ine)'s welcome! Any of you others out there with similar memories? Whatever, you all look after yourselves and have fun.
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Posted on : Oct 25, 2011
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Commented on Oct 30, 2011
Snow! Yes I expect some here too before long. The forecast is for a long cold winter. Ah, bullying, now that I know about! I constantly had "sissy" shouted at me (because of the dancing, including ballet) and sometimes I was attacked, just for being me. I was not seriously hurt. As I said elsewhere, the girls were my supporters, and I had a small female entourage. One girl Alice would often beat up any of the boys who even tried to attack me, so I didn't have to do anything usually! However, sometimes I would be caught and attacked by up to five boys at a time. Once I was attacked by one of the senior boys when I was eleven years old. Luckily I react instinctively and I had a lot of physical training, so I was always able to do something. That older boy was sent flying through the air by a throw and landed on his face. He got up and walked away without saying anything! I have to say though, I detest violence in any form and I absolutely have to be driven to it as a last resort! Anyway, it seemed to me, SISSIES RULE (well, they CAN). Girls rule, they are the greatest! Although I didn't NEED to be protected, I was. We were like sisters.
Back to your comment - spontaneous (or otherwise) "reversal". Thanks to Star Trek I spent quite a long time fantasising about finding a "body swapping" machine and using it to exchange bodies with a (willing of course) female. Not likely to happen of course, but it entertained me at the time!
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Commented on Oct 29, 2011
Hmmm. An interesting twist on the Stockholm Syndrome. Thanks for sharing your hero(ine) story.
As for me, my fantasies tended toward either spontaneous (magical or otherwise) transformations or role reversal. My lover or life partner would be a large (sometimes athletic, sometimes BBW, often black) female. I only had to deal with one bully during my school days, but I know that I did not like the feeling of being bullied or otherwise physically dominated by other boys who were either meaner or just older and physically dominant compared to me (which would have been most of the boys until my last year or two). So in my fantasy, my role reversal partner would be caring and protective.
I still plan on posting some of these stories soon. But right now, I have to prepare for the fact that it is actually snowing here, and they are forecasting 6-10" before all is said and done.
Love, Lois
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