We've all seen them at least once: the guy who dresses up and can easily make their voice sound feminine, hopping onto Omegle to trick random guys and girls into thinking they're also a girl, only to reveal a deeper voice and prank them. It's a very common trick, and also one that has made a lot of people look very foolish based on how they acted. Many straight guys and women have been embarrassed by these characters, who just use them for quick laughs and easy content to post online.

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But what if someone had a plan to counter it?

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That's exactly what happened to me on this one fateful night. There I was, sitting back in my computer chair, with my naturally long black hair done up all nice, and more makeup than I'd like to admit applied to my face in a gothic/alternative style, helped by a female friend of mine. A choker, fishnets, and a random emo band shirt tied the whole look together, and as far as anyone on Omegle would know, my name was Luna.

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Now you may wondering: "Why the fuck are you doing this?" And to that I say, perhaps a bit shamefully... It's part of a bet. That very same female friend who helped with the makeup and hair bet me $100 that I couldn't convince 5 guys that I'm a true blue cis woman. I think she was starting to get a bit nervous after doing my hair and making though, because even she and her sister pointed out how much I looked like a true cis girl. With that said and my look done, the two of them left to go home, where they could watch me do this from the privacy of a video chat call on the side where my screen would be shared.

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Little did any of us know, but this would be a very short lived night.

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Once they were home and ready in the video call, with their microphone on mute, I fired up Omegle with a bunch of tags to match with people... Emo, Goth, Goth GF, Fishnets, Alt, Alternative.. and so on. Unfortunately the very first connection I got was a black screen, and I was just about to cancel and try again when they messaged me:

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Hey wait don't hang up

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Followed up by

Are you real?

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In response, I used my most feminine but slightly annoyed voice to reply.

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"Am I real? No, unfortunately I'm actually 6 crabs in a trench coat. Of course I'm real!"

My voice was perhaps more perky at the end than it needed to be, but it was probably the most feminine sounding my voice could get while still matching the aesthetic of how I looked. I was still hovering over the disconnect button, but I waited to see what they replied with first. I figured maybe they'd turn their camera on if they knew it was a "real girl" or something.

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Do you wanna see a magic trick?

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Certainly a bizarre question. If anything it sounds like the lead up to a guy suddenly flashing his dick on the camera, but for some reason I didn't get that vibe from this guy. I pondered his proposal for a moment before I replied::

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"Yeah sure, why not. Whatcha got, mystery man?"

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And those were the last conscious words I recalled speaking, as suddenly my computer screen went completely black, replaced seconds later by a large white and pink hypnotic spiral... Loaded with subliminal text in the background. Sink... Sleep... Obey... Relax... And so on, flashing rapidly into my mind, paired with the spiral and rendering me unable to move or look away from the screen. My ability to think was rapidly becoming difficult, like a thick fog was settling into my mind, rendering thought nearly impossible. My friend and her sister couldn't see what was happening, as they pretty much only had a view of me, staring blankly at my computer. Even they could tell that something was wrong, but as soon as they spoke, the video call was cut short.

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My dear friends would run out to their car and try to get to my house, but it would already be too late... I would be gone, my computer would be fried, and they would have no clue where I had gone or what had even happened to me... Meanwhile, my lucid, glossy eyed self was calmly marching down a quiet road a few blocks over already... Earbuds in my ears, playing a low, droning hum mixed with whispers of the same subliminal words my eyes saw earlier... Keeping me entranced and guiding my body where to go. A blacked out SUV soon approached, and my body was commanded to open and enter the back passenger side door... Taken away from the area and neighborhood I had known so well, off to... God knows where.

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So this is kinda my idea here: You, whoever you may be, are someone who both has money and has been pranked by an Omegle user pretending to be a woman before, and are enacting your revenue on me, the first one you happened to run into. From the confines of your home, you plan to use hypnosis, drugs, sexual stimulation, and more to slowly warp my mind... Manipulating it like clay, sculpting me into a true and obedient gothic bimbo wife.

Of course, this does not necessarily have to be what we do, nor does it have to be the only thing we do. This gothic bimbo could be one of multiple personalities implanted into my mind, having a southern belle housewife, a gothic slut, a timid but flirty maid, a default state of a blank drone/doll, etc. Don't be shy about proposing changes/additions, I'm very flexible :)

Also, this scene is open to men, women, TM and TF, etc. Come one, cum all!