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10 years ago
X333 my sexy little Bliss Pussy has just been abuzz with some many thoughts here of late that she wanted to tell you! X3 I'd have typed them out for her earlier but for the longest time I thought that buzzing was just one of my toys X3 I'll type what she said here for you lovely sexy watchers ;3
If you're reading this, then it means I've finally succumbed to my fate and have either begged to made a vagina. Either way, it doesn't really matter. What matters is that it's easy to stand outside and judge, but before you do take a moment and understand where I've been.
Many of you knew that I suffered with a severe case of anxiety and often times that anxiety would lead to depression. Obviously it's not something I was born with, it was molded to me as I grew up. Molded to become a part of me not only through school peers and/or member of the opposite sex, but by family. You expect to be bullied or tormented in school and for many years I suffered through it and took the degradation as though it were just a daily routine. You don't expect it to follow you around for the rest of your life as those you take an interest in ridicule you or make you feel less than you are. You don't even dream of your own blood finding it easy to insult you and while your told to ignore it and words are not supposed to hurt you, they in fact do.
Years of ridicule and bullying tore down whatever self confidence I had. Compliments were hardly existent, and nowhere enough to counter the constant flood of negativity I found myself in. I, by every meaning of the word, was an outsider. I resigned myself to the fact I would always be alone, that I had no right to procreate, date, or just plain find love. I didn't deserve any such pleasures in my mind as life simply taught me I was garbage. Yet through it all I struggled and found a way of sorts, that way was drawing and the oh so beautiful art if transformation. I didn't have to be me anymore, I could be anything I ever wanted. All that was missing was a group of like minded individuals I could find comfort in.
DA, Yahoo Groups, and a few other places such as HF, while diverse and accepting just wasn't quite what I was looking for. It wasn't a community that held together and embraced each other's fetishes and kinks, they were simply places to hang your hat and submit work. It wasn't until I found FA that I discovered something special, or at least I thought I did. It was a vast utopia of all things I was looking for. Nobody cared if you had a tail, were blue, green, or yellow! Nobody cared if you were a frog, dog, horse, human, alien, or demon! You wanted to be transformed? There were artists who transformed you! You wanted to be a balloon? A car? Feral? A penis? And yes a pussy? There was someone for you. I finally found a place where people like me existed and my anxiety subdued slightly but it was something.
As time progressed I met a lot of fun and outrageous people. Artists, writers, fans, and more, all willing to embrace who I was and never judged or snickered, or bullied. Then real life came back to me and decided I was too happy. I lost beloved family members one right after the other. My mother and sisters moved away. I had to return home because I couldn't afford rent. I suffered from a small stroke and kidney stones. My mother's health became an issue. My father's health became an issue resulting in his amputated leg. I took time off from work to care for him and all I got was complaints, demands, how my cooking wasn't good enough or my cleaning wasn't up to par. All of these things happening right after each other like chapters in a book with no end in sight. I panicked and sought refuge and comfort in the one place I was able to be me, FA.
Inquiring your minds for ideas and transformations became a drug to me. Your wild scenarios fueling my escapes into dreamlike states and on occasion arousal. I was greedy and hungry for more so I made promises I knew I couldn't keep or get to right away. I just wanted the pain to go away and your ideas and inspirations kept me sedated. All of which Came to bite me in the ass. I felt horrible, I felt undeserving, and I felt like My world was crashing down. I saw the new year as an opportunity to begin anew, to make things right and finally begin a path of happiness and contentment. I couldn't even get that done properly. My father, those high school bullies, and even those strangers who ridiculed me were right, I was a failure, fat ass, loser, bitch, whore! I couldn't do anything right and it hit me like a ton of bricks. My anxiety and depression came back with a vengeance. I did what I always did and ran! And now I'm a pussy. More than likely never coming back in terms of owning my own profile or communicating anymore, BUT still drawing and submitting for you because I love it so and could never give it up. I'm a pussy now and I'm free from being made to feel unwanted or scolded. Be kind to my mistress as she welcomed me with open arms to dry my tear filled eyes and to mend my broken heart.
In conclusion, this profile belongs to my Mistress and shall remain so. I am a pussy from this point on and it is unlikely I'll be permitted or even desire to talk. I don't want to risk being hurt again. This profile will be updated with my drawings as always, you can ask for commissions as always, you can ask for art trades as always, and you can always expect my characters and their glorious transformations and other such depravity, the only real difference is I won't be in the drivers seat so to speak.
Much love,
Bliss/Pussy
That was really touching too X3 I love my little Bliss so much! X3 but I think she means I welcomed her with open thighs! X3 hehe, replies might be slow because after reading this I think my Bliss needs some tender loving affections from her mistress! ;3
If you're reading this, then it means I've finally succumbed to my fate and have either begged to made a vagina. Either way, it doesn't really matter. What matters is that it's easy to stand outside and judge, but before you do take a moment and understand where I've been.
Many of you knew that I suffered with a severe case of anxiety and often times that anxiety would lead to depression. Obviously it's not something I was born with, it was molded to me as I grew up. Molded to become a part of me not only through school peers and/or member of the opposite sex, but by family. You expect to be bullied or tormented in school and for many years I suffered through it and took the degradation as though it were just a daily routine. You don't expect it to follow you around for the rest of your life as those you take an interest in ridicule you or make you feel less than you are. You don't even dream of your own blood finding it easy to insult you and while your told to ignore it and words are not supposed to hurt you, they in fact do.
Years of ridicule and bullying tore down whatever self confidence I had. Compliments were hardly existent, and nowhere enough to counter the constant flood of negativity I found myself in. I, by every meaning of the word, was an outsider. I resigned myself to the fact I would always be alone, that I had no right to procreate, date, or just plain find love. I didn't deserve any such pleasures in my mind as life simply taught me I was garbage. Yet through it all I struggled and found a way of sorts, that way was drawing and the oh so beautiful art if transformation. I didn't have to be me anymore, I could be anything I ever wanted. All that was missing was a group of like minded individuals I could find comfort in.
DA, Yahoo Groups, and a few other places such as HF, while diverse and accepting just wasn't quite what I was looking for. It wasn't a community that held together and embraced each other's fetishes and kinks, they were simply places to hang your hat and submit work. It wasn't until I found FA that I discovered something special, or at least I thought I did. It was a vast utopia of all things I was looking for. Nobody cared if you had a tail, were blue, green, or yellow! Nobody cared if you were a frog, dog, horse, human, alien, or demon! You wanted to be transformed? There were artists who transformed you! You wanted to be a balloon? A car? Feral? A penis? And yes a pussy? There was someone for you. I finally found a place where people like me existed and my anxiety subdued slightly but it was something.
As time progressed I met a lot of fun and outrageous people. Artists, writers, fans, and more, all willing to embrace who I was and never judged or snickered, or bullied. Then real life came back to me and decided I was too happy. I lost beloved family members one right after the other. My mother and sisters moved away. I had to return home because I couldn't afford rent. I suffered from a small stroke and kidney stones. My mother's health became an issue. My father's health became an issue resulting in his amputated leg. I took time off from work to care for him and all I got was complaints, demands, how my cooking wasn't good enough or my cleaning wasn't up to par. All of these things happening right after each other like chapters in a book with no end in sight. I panicked and sought refuge and comfort in the one place I was able to be me, FA.
Inquiring your minds for ideas and transformations became a drug to me. Your wild scenarios fueling my escapes into dreamlike states and on occasion arousal. I was greedy and hungry for more so I made promises I knew I couldn't keep or get to right away. I just wanted the pain to go away and your ideas and inspirations kept me sedated. All of which Came to bite me in the ass. I felt horrible, I felt undeserving, and I felt like My world was crashing down. I saw the new year as an opportunity to begin anew, to make things right and finally begin a path of happiness and contentment. I couldn't even get that done properly. My father, those high school bullies, and even those strangers who ridiculed me were right, I was a failure, fat ass, loser, bitch, whore! I couldn't do anything right and it hit me like a ton of bricks. My anxiety and depression came back with a vengeance. I did what I always did and ran! And now I'm a pussy. More than likely never coming back in terms of owning my own profile or communicating anymore, BUT still drawing and submitting for you because I love it so and could never give it up. I'm a pussy now and I'm free from being made to feel unwanted or scolded. Be kind to my mistress as she welcomed me with open arms to dry my tear filled eyes and to mend my broken heart.
In conclusion, this profile belongs to my Mistress and shall remain so. I am a pussy from this point on and it is unlikely I'll be permitted or even desire to talk. I don't want to risk being hurt again. This profile will be updated with my drawings as always, you can ask for commissions as always, you can ask for art trades as always, and you can always expect my characters and their glorious transformations and other such depravity, the only real difference is I won't be in the drivers seat so to speak.
Much love,
Bliss/Pussy
That was really touching too X3 I love my little Bliss so much! X3 but I think she means I welcomed her with open thighs! X3 hehe, replies might be slow because after reading this I think my Bliss needs some tender loving affections from her mistress! ;3
Sorry, came down with a case of the Bane.