Day 798
So I didn't really do much while I was in Texas that's story-worthy. For the most part, I just kinda went into the office there, did all the stuff that I needed to, went back to my hotel and took a shower, hunted fuuds and then watched Netflix. To be honest, it was pretty boring.
However, I did hang out with an old friend/ex-girlfriend and her fiance while I was there. And I got substitute dogs to hang out with during my trip. The office in Houston has a "yard dog" that kinda plays guard dog. He's an old boy that you can tell is getting up in age (he's been there for as long as I can remember, and I was first at that yard 8 or 9 years ago) and was a stray that wandered in and never left because he kinda found a "home" in a scrap yard.
I also got to get my evening substitute puppy time with my old friend's dog. They have a year-old puppy that is full of energy. About the size of @Artemis_Fallen's dog. But taller and skinnier. Still all paws and legs like a lot of year-old puppies. But I'm not here to talk about the dogs. As much as it was fun to play with them.
Well, the one evening, we all went to dinner with their other roomies. I drove, like usual, mostly because my rental was the biggest of all the cars and it was easier to just take the 1. On the way, we ended up having a conversation about how much of an influence I have on people. Primarily with the girls that I have dated, and in 1 way in particular.
While we agreed that it was likely because I hadn't quite figured out my Bimboization kink nearly as much as I have at this point (which is still pretty far from fully examined), apparently for a long period of time I was subconsciously engaging in basically Forced Feminization. But Forced Feminization of women, which is a little more obscure of a kink than the more standard submissive male kink of being force feminized by a FemDom. For those readers out there that aren't as familiar with some of the kinky stuff that I write about (believe it or not, there are a lot of vanilla readers that send me e-mail asking questions about the kinkier stuff that I write) most of the time, Forced Feminization is something that I have seen associated with humiliation for submissive males. I, on the other hand, practiced virtually the same thing on girls. But not necessarily with an emphasis on the humiliation aspect, though I guess it was still there to a degree because it wasn't something they were entirely comfortable with, or else it wouldn't have been "forced".
I mean, I guess I was doing it. And I was being clear from the beginning that "this is how it was gonna be if you really have any interest in dating me". But I didn't really "name" it. I just kinda said "here's the things that I like" and then went from there.
But part of the conversation was also on the way that that impact stretched beyond the period of time that we were dating. The way that those changes that I demanded in wardrobe or how they did their makeup or whatever... the way that they stuck with the people I dated. The way that they liked the changes that I had made to the point of not only continuing to present themselves in a similar fashion, but in the way that they occasionally even continued down the same road that was not necessarily discussed but anyone with 2 firing neurons could figure out where the road led.
And after thinking about it and thinking about the other girls that I've dated that I demanded similar "changes" out of, and on occasions that I would run into them down the line at something, how often they had also kept those same "changes".
I just find it interesting. And to a degree, it's a validation of what I was doing. I hesitate to use the term "improve" when it comes to the long-term impact that I could possibly have on someones life, but in the few discussions that I had with people while we were dating, mostly to get their feedback and see if they were growing comfortable with those changes, or even in cases where I spoke to them after the fact, the general concensus was that they were happier with themselves after the fact than they were before. So hey, maybe I'll chalk it up to some positive reinforcement and being at the right place at the right time. And because I'm a complete narcissist, I kinda like that I ended up being "right" as well as finding out that I wasn't just being humored or placated while we were together if they chose to keep those changes after the fact.
Maybe it's just my thing? Find kinda hippy chicks or the types that don't put that much effort into their appearance (or those that are just a little shy and want to blend in rather than stand out) and then push them in a way to alter their appearance in a way that they likely would not have without prompting, and then doing so in a way that improves their self-esteem.
So I guess I'm doing a public service. I'm like a Life Coach... for whorification!
The Doktor: Helping Womens' Self-Esteem, One Bimbo-Building At A Time.
You can all thank me. Line forms to the left.
