iâve had this thought roll around my head for a while but imagine forcemascing a pick me âgirlâ who wants to be one of the guys. the desire is almost so strong that the men around you start to pick up on the subtle signs. if you really wants to be one of the guys, then you can become one of the guys. itâs easy.
it starts off small. you girls with long hair, how long it takes to style it, and it doesnât even look good by the end of the day? whatâs the use? youâll tie her own hair up anyways, it makes you one of the guys. âbut sweetheart, if you cut it, itâll be much easier to manage,â one of the boys tries to tell you.
youâll start going to the gym more often too, start to enjoy the culture, start to see the muscle growth and how it makes you more masculine. the boys start to tell you that youâll be strong enough to fight back with them. âno more of those pathetic girl slaps, youâre one of the guys now.â
This pattern goes on for a few weeks, seeing how you change from a pick me, annoying and loud, to one of the guys. Just another guy. They invite you to boys night one day, saying itâs a true boys night, not the watered down âhang outsâ theyâd invite you to in the past. Well it certainly starts like that, playing a few video games, nachos, maybe a nerf fight that devolves into actual fighting.
The night goes on, things start to get hazy once weed is involved. Youâve never smoked before, never wanted to, but one of the guys offers to teach you. Heâs so gentle with you too, tells you when you need to breathe in and blow out. âyeah, good boy, just like that,â with a gentle hand on your back. A few hits later and another round of fighting, youâre somehow on the ground being pinned down⊠someone saying winner gets first dibs on the loser. Youâre the loser, first one out this time.
Youâre not quite sure what that meant until youâre pulled up onto your knees, belt buckles being clicked open. âYou lost fair and square, so be a good boy and open wide.â