On choosing to be a bimbo.
One thing I want to sort of reflect about (again) is how much shame goes into bimbofication kink, how hard it is to break through it all and do what you want to do.
This is a pic of me from March 2023. I was going to a party and I used it as an occasion to dress like an absolute hoe. And I fucking LOVED it. There are a lot of pictures like that from late 2022, early 2023, I even had an attempt at posting nudes and lewds on the internet (and they were REALLY GOOD). Overall, even though I was pretty shy about it, I was slowly but surely doing the whole bimbofication thing.
But soon after, I got into a relationship with a person who was very, very kink negative. And I was not sure enough of myself to fully stand up for my kinks, for wanting to be bimbofied, at least as a fantasy. Every time I proposed doing anything about it, I was discouraged, shut down, or downright shamed. It made me go from being vulnerable about it, to fully shutting down. My gallery from that time is empty. Before and after, I've got a shitton of selfies from any time I feel like I like how I look. There's like 12 from the entire time of that relationship.
This is a pic of me from a mid-2024, and I mean... I was still cute and all, but I think you can really see the lack of hoeness and sluttiness, not just in the vibe but like, in my eyes.
I was feeling a ton of shame and repressed everything about wanting to be a bimbo - I was told, repeatedly, that it was a sexist and misogynistic fantasy that i only could afford to have since I'm trans and didn't grow up as a girl (as in - that is a verbatim statement I was told. Repeatedly. I didn't have many friends back then, and it really screwed with my head). Not to mention constant fearmongering about plastic surgeries. I also let myself go physically, gained a bunch of weight, my libido plummeted and I was highkey depressed.
So there is a big reason why this year was big for me, why I started bimbofying myself so hard, dumped that guy's ass and will be getting my tits done late 2026/early 2027. And that's because I realized that's what would make me happy. It wasn't an easy decision, mind you. I owe a lot to people like Toby (@slutforwholesomeness) and Kiki (@bimbosanddolls). I talked with them so much over late 2024 and early 2025. They provided me with a space to be myself in. I will never forget that.
This is me on the day I met my current GFs, I was slowly breaking my walls and dressing more sluttily and leaving my housed more often was one of the big things I told myself I would do. It was really hard - that was my fourth attempt to go to the local BDSM queer munch. I was still very anxious, feeling like I was judged by every single eye upon my by looking how I looked - and like I would be judged by everyone whom (yes, a bimbo just said whom, deal with it) I talked to about it.
And yet, discussions with friends kept coming and going. I opened up an OnlyFans, mostly because it was fun and hot and to fund being a bimbo, not to grift, advertise and earn thousands. Everyone was chill with that too. I got together with two wonderful women, who not only accept who I am, but embrace it. Slowly but surely, that prison of shame has
And that's a pic from a couple of days ago. I may not look like an absolute whore in here or anything, but keep in mind, it's winter and that's a boob window. And I went to university like that! Not to a bar or a club, but to some random laboratory about metal casting simulation and stuff.
And I know that a lot of people on the outside would find that strange - why would someone willingly objectify themselves so much? Why would a literal engineer put tits and fucking above her own degree? Why would someone, anyone, especially someone with a lifepath like mine, want to get plastic surgeries so radical that they'll be objectified wearing a hoodie and sweatpants?
And the answer is both complex and simple. It's because I like, it makes me really happy, and I want to.
Now, as to why I want to... that's a complex question. I know there are people out there who will judge, like my ex, who will say I'm a victim of some social pressure, of beauty standards. But I feel quite the opposite thing. My whole life, I've felt pressure to be normal, to fade into the background, to be quiet and reserved, in spite of my loud and very visible personality. Pressure not to get my tits done, pressure to look natural, pressure to not be alternative, pressure to pursue brains over anything else.
And I refuse to give in to that pressure anymore. I've chosen to be a bimbo, 24/7, and I love it.
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