Introspection
This is one of those topics that is going to get a LOT of use from me here on this blog. Why? I tend to do a lot of self examination mentally.
Transsexuals in general tend to think more and examine themselves in the mirror because we are forced to. Everyone who has ever gone FtM or MtF is forced to undergo a lot of mental examination and therapy.
A lot of it is good, the forced inspection of your psyche and the decisions you are making. This is a life-altering change, and in a lot of cases it is one that can’t be taken back. Things that worked fine last week are now going to be PERMANENTLY messed up, so it is good that there is a time when you have to spend a few extra days to re-think the situation.
The part that bugs me about this whole process is when it’s obvious that there has been a lot of thinking, soul searching and personal epiphanies and they STILL insist that you go through the process.
But that’s not the topic of this post.
I put up a Twitter post about wanting a Playboy Bunny Uniform. I started thinking, as is my habit, about why I like that so much.
It’s a combination of things really. First, I like corsets A LOT. This is a combination corset and bodice, with a neat collar and cuffs thrown in. It’s solid, tight and it holds hard. I think that Laverne DeFazio said in the episode where she was wearing a bunny uniform that she was being cut in half. That’s what I want.
They are sexy as hell. I can’t think of a time when the Playboy Bunnies didn’t get associated with sex, even though there were multiple “morality clauses” in their work contracts. They couldn’t date any customers and they had to act like ladies the rest of the time (contrary to popular belief, a Bunny was NOT a Playmate who posed for pictures, they were strictly waitresses in the clubs). As such they exude femininity and self-assurance while at the same time being innocently sexy. That’s a devastating combination.
Then add in the submission factor. Beautiful lady being controlled by her clothing, wearing a collar and cuffs, with a headband with ears and a tail of all things. Humiliation/degredation/submission, and then put them in a menial job where they are SUPPOSED to defer to men, look pretty for men, wait on men, flatter men, talk to and joke with men, and basically give up their lives for the 8 hours they are working, for men, a Man (Hef) and the Hutch Mothers (who ran the clubs).
Given my tastes in submission and being controlled, can you see why I want that?
I would LOVE to go back in time, be a girl and work in the clubs. I’d do it in a heartbeat and I’d do anything to make it happen. Alas, we don’t have a time machine and it’s not going to happen.
I still want the outfit though. I know of one lady who made replicas who isn’t anymore because of losing money and so on, but I’d love to see if she had any still in storage. Or I’d wish that a fan of mine could get one from the current club in Las Vegas and send it to me.
Will it happen? Probably not. But I can dream.
And that’s what this site is about ultimately.
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