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How in God’s name did I end up like this??? I used to be like the manliest man and now I’m a sissy faggot!! The last thing I remember doing is walking down the mall towards the sports shop and I passed by this prom dress store. I think my mind slipped because I mindlessly started to walk towards the dress you see on me now. The ladies at the counter grabbed me and shoved me in a closet with a ball gag on and they tied me up. Hours after dark, they opened up the door and jammed a syringe in my arm. I woke up and was greeted by what may as well have been an ocean with how puffy my dress was. I was given a mirror. I was then informed that my new name was Linda and that I was their new prom dress model. I felt very wonky and that was because I apparently went through all the physical changes very fast and underwent 16 hours of brainwashing. I legit felt like a beautiful princess and I was okay with it. I had been brought up to think that I had been a girl my whole life, a girly girl at the very least. It was until this very moment that I became their top model and I apparently modeled over 200 ball gowns and was even featured on a Prom Girl magazine. I can’t believe I’m just now snapping out of it after 4 years of shit. I was staring into the camera when I started freaking out . I looked down at what I was wearing and screamed in shear horror. I was terrorized by my girly voice and I started to run but soon tripped over my heels and fell, ripping the dress. The skirt once again swallowed me whole and I couldn’t find a way out. Once I did, the girls grabbed me and threw me back into that same closet. Their plans were beyond evil. They turned it up a notch and they started to hit me and punish me if I acted out. Whenever I refused to wear a stupid dress, they would tighten my corset, making my boobs appear bigger and force me into more puffier dresses. I was now stuck in this princessy trance when I finally gave up and behaved accordingly hoping they would let me go someday. That didn’t work at all as it was now worse than ever. Please help me! They said that if I had another meltdown that they would freeze me and turn me into a life-life mannequin, forever dolled up in these stupid ball gowns.

I know this is just like my 7-part series but after making well over 120 captions in two years, I’m running out of ideas. That’s partially why I’m making these shorter picture caps.

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How in God’s name did I end up like this??? I used to be like the manliest man and now I’m a sissy faggot!! The last thing I remember doing is walking down the mall towards the sports shop and I passed by this prom dress store. I think my mind slipped because I mindlessly started to walk towards the dress you see on me now. The ladies at the counter grabbed me and shoved me in a closet with a ball gag on and they tied me up. Hours after dark, they opened up the door and jammed a syringe in my arm. I woke up and was greeted by what may as well have been an ocean with how puffy my dress was. I was given a mirror. I was then informed that my new name was Linda and that I was their new prom dress model. I felt very wonky and that was because I apparently went through all the physical changes very fast and underwent 16 hours of brainwashing. I legit felt like a beautiful princess and I was okay with it. I had been brought up to think that I had been a girl my whole life, a girly girl at the very least. It was until this very moment that I became their top model and I apparently modeled over 200 ball gowns and was even featured on a Prom Girl magazine. I can’t believe I’m just now snapping out of it after 4 years of shit. I was staring into the camera when I started freaking out . I looked down at what I was wearing and screamed in shear horror. I was terrorized by my girly voice and I started to run but soon tripped over my heels and fell, ripping the dress. The skirt once again swallowed me whole and I couldn’t find a way out. Once I did, the girls grabbed me and threw me back into that same closet. Their plans were beyond evil. They turned it up a notch and they started to hit me and punish me if I acted out. Whenever I refused to wear a stupid dress, they would tighten my corset, making my boobs appear bigger and force me into more puffier dresses. I was now stuck in this princessy trance when I finally gave up and behaved accordingly hoping they would let me go someday. That didn’t work at all as it was now worse than ever. Please help me! They said that if I had another meltdown that they would freeze me and turn me into a life-life mannequin, forever dolled up in these stupid ball gowns.

I know this is just like my 7-part series but after making well over 120 captions in two years, I’m running out of ideas. That’s partially why I’m making these shorter picture caps.