Reviving this thread for anyone who loves my Hairasite concept and especially those interested in dabbling with any of these 'styles'. I may also try to expand the taxonomy soon...there are so many fun styles still yet to be discovered!
Although the eccentric Dr. Harry Sights Watcher disappeared a decade ago, his "Manifesto on the Taxonomy of Femfollicles" has served to help classify different classifications or "styles" of what are now known as Hairasites. Read his research to find out more!
@CaitlynMasked Thank you for sharing Caitlyn! I don't use Twitter much any more but when I do I always dart over here to see what gems you have dug up. You are an exquisite, creative writer and we are blessed to have you in this community. Much love❤️
Sometimes a gift of love is the best present you can ask for...unless you've become a materialistic brat. Consider this short story a gift (one of many more like it!) from me to my lovely readers:
https://t.co/sXahcophN0
"OMG which one was mine? That magic meanie said that if I don't fuck myself silly with my original dick I'll be a dumb doll forevah! Ugh why can't I 'member?"
She wasn't dumb - yet. Her real cock wasn't there. The witch had cursed all the toys to ensure Dolly would be a dumb doll
Your father swore he'd be your best friend no matter what. So when you confided that you wanted to transition, he supported you. Emotionally. Financially. Physically. You loved having a bimbo BFF going the same changes in college. You just were jealous she got herself bigger tits
"Just a taste"
That's what you said the first time you were offered Elixir. Then again when you applied that lip plumping bimbo gloss. Now you're saying it as you suck your first cock. How soon until you say it right as he cums down your throat?
Admit it. You're a bimbo slut now
"Don't worry partner! I'll free us!"
Ben didn't reply to Ty's muffled promises. The fact was that Ben didn't want to escape. He had struck a deal with the pimp to capture and transform them. Bonnie didn't need a hero. She needed to be an Elixir ho. Soon Tyra would need that too..
"Mmmm, such naughty boys oogling me and then rudely saying I'd be a perfect MILF if I had bigger tits. Well guess what boys thanks to you I'm your own version of perfection. You just hang in there while I find a mature, intelligent man to fondle you girls and then fuck us silly"
Your father was worried by the sudden growth in your ass and paid top dollar for all sorts of medical consults. What he didn't understand was that you took his money to buy more Peach Elixir and receive injections from only the girthiest docs who could slide past your huge cheeks
A week later things made sense. The DDs. My soft chest. I just LOVED having something dangling in front of me! It made my mind so sparkly, sexy, and empty like that shining, clear gem. I understood that The Penddant need to be re-gifted now so others could feel fulfilled like me!
I didn't understand a lot of things about "The Penddant". Why it was spelled that way. Why I couldn't stop rubbing my chest when I wore it. Why I couldn't manage to take it off. I'd start to realize when I looked at myself in the mirror...but then I'd see the shiny gem and forget
As my girls grew I finally shed the name 'Diva' and became know as 'Davina' because I was divine. With my happy smile and sweet personality, I led the rebranded group - the 'Good Ds'. Our mission statement? Find bad bitches and corrupt them our style: with a kiss of kindness😘
They were known as the 'Bad Ds'. Partially because Di, Darla, and Della shared similar names, but mostly because of their ABCs of other commonalities. Awful attitudes. Bitchin' bods. Cheap clothing. Still, I saw good in them, and wanted to help. But they saw something else in me
Darla fought me and screamed at her sisters when they changed. But eventually she broke down in tears and told me the truth - she always wanted to be a good girl. With my help Darling certainly is now and loves her classic outfits. 'Beautiful, not just hot' pink she calls it