gwenswitch: bimboisbetter: fishalivecaps: She hadn’t believed the app could work, at first. It
gwenswitch: bimboisbetter: fishalivecaps: She hadn’t believed the app could work, at first. It was supposedly able to instantly judge how fashionable your outfit was based on a single photo. For a laugh, she’d lain her jeans and a favourite t-shirt out on the bed and given it a shot. After a moment, it had pinged and told her they were a 2 out of 10. When the numbers flashed onscreen, she’d actually felt a little disappointed… Not that she really cared. Still, she tried again. And again. And again. Pulling clothes out of drawers and flinging them on the bed only to be disappointed by a sad little ping and a 2 or even a 1. But she’d always thought that hoodie was awful anyway. Hadn’t she? And then she got a 3! She squealed with glee, so proud of that bright pink t-shirt and the skirt she never wore. But it was still too low, the app reminded her. She could do better. She had to do better. And she did. The next day, she went clothes shopping for the first time in so long she couldn’t even remember. The app was just full of good ideas, suggestions for lingerie and shoes and all manner of accessories. The little black cocktail dress she brought home netted her a solid 4 on its own, 5 when she added in the matching black heels, bra, and panties. She wondered if the app could see her underwear and she giggled. The app knew everything. That was a month ago. Or maybe two. She wasn’t very good at keeping track of time and stuff anymore. That cocktail dress was long gone - she didn’t even sleep in anything less than a 7 now. She spent her days swanning in and out of clothing stores, trying on all manner of outfits and snapping photos in the changing rooms, in search of the catchy little jingle that would herald the perfect glowing number 10 on the screen. And then the app would ask for permission to use her location and she would say yes, because the app always knows best. And then she would wait. ——————————————- Well, that was a little longer than originally intended. I think I might be able to stretch that out into a full story at some point. BUILDINGBETTERGIGGLES HALL OF FAME I loved this story. The concept itself is fantastic. I love the use of innocuous technology as a vector for spreading bimbofication. (You may have noticed a fascination with headphones in my own stories. I admit, I’ve got an addiction.) This also taps fantastically into the sort of superficial vanity that’s a great bimbo trademark. Whiling away the day taking photos of yourself and of your clothes? Very bimbo. Add to that the aspect of doing it for outside approval (presenting yourself to a judge to be scored, rather than deciding for yourself how you want to look ) and it’s an awesome setup even before things get going! The App in the story is wonderfully reductive. It takes the outfit - and, indirectly, the girl wearing it - and breaks it down into nothing more than a score. A number. Objectification and dehumanization can get too severe for me pretty quickly, but the concept is often hot. This is a great example of using the themes behind such things without making them over the top and overt and mean. That’s another thing I personally love in bimbofication storytelling - a lightness, despite the inherently fucked-up nature of what’s happening. The girl, after all, is all sweetness and light and giggles - shouldn’t the narration be the same? The fun is seeing the darkness behind the words, as a reader who can see what’s really going on. Fishalivecaps demonstrates a real knack for expressing that in this story. Some lines I really loved: “But she’d always thought that hoodie was awful anyway. Hadn’t she?” “She wondered if the app could see her underwear and she giggled. The app knew everything.” “she didn’t even sleep in anything less than a 7 now.” Also a special note on “She spent her days swanning in and out of clothing stores, trying on all manner of outfits and snapping photos in the changing rooms". I have never heard the term ‘swanning’ in that context but I think it’s perfect. I have such a clear image of the girl - chin up, smile wide, clutching her shopping bags, dressed to kill, working her way from boutique to boutique. It’s excellent. And oh man, that ending! Remember how I talked about how much I liked the corruption of innocuous everyday technology for nefarious, bimbo-making purposes? The use of the “this app would like permission to detect your location" thing is note-perfect. All in all, a killer story that 100% deserves a place in the BuildingBetterGiggles Hall of Fame. Love the original caption and just can’t get over how wonderful the analysis Bimboisbetter has done! -- source link
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