I haven't written a story worth publishing in a long time.
I have about 30+ that I haven't finished because I keep losing focus, and I don't want to go back to some of my earlier ones until I get the inspiration to finish them. I've been posting them on another awesome ENF forum, but this one is pretty much ready to publish. I need to edit, and I can't really stop adding to it, even though I think chapter ten could be a good finale.
I had the inspiration for Sailor Moo! during Halloween, looking at some of the expensive cosplay costumes on the teenage girls that came to my door for Candy.
https://storiesonline.net/n/52732/sailor-moo
I had the inspiration on Sailor Moo!
and before anyone asks if I am a registered sex offender, NO! I am not registered...)
:lol: ;)
Btw, not sure if you heard this statistic, because it's totally made up, but they say you have a 50% chance living next to a sex offender. Lucky I live next to a sexy 14 year old that loves to go topless and only charges 20 dollars an hour.
It's just starting out, so it's a slow start - I just have chapter one up on SOL as of this writing but it has illustrations. I think you may enjoy it. I wanted to explore gender roles/attitudes and have fun like my Christmas story.
The idea is Grandma accidentally ordered a Cosplay costume for adults called "Sailor Moo" a knock off of Sailor Moon. A plausible reality is that almost every costume marketed for women is slutty nurse, slutty whore, slutty teacher, slutty slut, slutty youtube influencer, slutty kardashian.
Well, the last one is redundant but you get the idea.
So, you are a full-figured teenage girl with big knockers - what can you wear off the kiddie rack? not much.
Ever been to Payless and seen a dad, that moment his teenage daughter goes from the aisle with the light-up Sketchers to the high heels because her feet are a normal size? It's fun to watch his realization as she sorts through all the sexy heels to find something to wear to school.
I just started it, and wanted to begin nice and slow before we push the race car's engine and see what it can do. There are a couple of illustrations. Don't get your hopes up that it will be chock full, but I plan to do a few more! I always love sticking easter eggs into the pictures and tweaking them - like nipples.
If this goes well, the next few stories will come soon enough. This is set in Girls Don't Need Modesty. I've got a dozen stories with overlapping themes to this one, but this one checks many of my boxes. I wanted a fun attitude for the characters. This world - this is just how it is. Boys rule, girls drool.
The idea is the less you have developed (small tits/small boobs), the less you have to hide, so you can run around nekked.
Obviously, though - when you are still in your growth spurt, you are still the age that can get away with being naked in public settings, but you kinda don't belong there. Ever been to the dog park with that 40 pound dog that's too small for the big dog section but too big for the little dog section?
Keep in mind, I do not advocate misogyny or the setting at all in real life. That should go without saying, but I said it
It's just a world to play in, like one of werewolves and vampires that only exists in the mind and nowhere else. I won't claim it's as lofty as Handmaid's tale in bringing to light the dangers of dystopian/authoritarian views on gender, but it could be "Handmaid's Tail" anyway.
More like Planet of the Apes, it's meant for entertainment of a world where tables are turned. When I was growing up, no one thought twice about stripping down a kid at the beach and washing them off before dropping us bare ass on a towel in the back of the big Mercury Monarch that had been baking in the sand been baking in the sun for six hours. Getting poked and laughed at by your cousin and wondering why her clit looks like a tiny penis/thinking it IS a tiny penis and your sassy aunt telling you "keep your fingers off yours AND hers, Eddie, or I'll snap a clothespin on yours and then you won't want anything touching it again!"
They let you play out in the yard in undies and panties. This is just an extension of that attitude that girls don't need modesty, because "meh, everybody's seen what you got" like they would about crying over showering in the gym. This is the world where Grandparents had a statue out in plain sight on a shelf of a guy with a trenchcoat and if you press the button his coat opens and his pee-pee sticks up, and another button whiskey came out.
It's a world like I want to remember, sometimes where people were not so fucking up tight and girls's PE shorts were like the ones you have to go to Hooters to see.