In 4 years, I (24F) totally changed my look, my outlook, and now my life. I’m a silly stupid slut now and have never been happier. [MF] [MMF] [FF]

Growing up, I was bookish and kinda nerdy. Not exactly a tomboy (I was still pretty girly) but definitely a girl-nerd, which is hard! I was also not that cute. Chunky, braces, glasses, acne for a while. The whole bit. I was very homely and NEVER the “cute girl.” It all made me kinda shy. I wore mostly baggy clothes – overalls and stuff. Had no idea what to do with makeup. I didn’t kiss a boy until I was 17. Puberty hit me late, and wham – I really leaned out, and even though I developed some nice curves, I was still flat as a board. (And no one could even tell anyway in the clothes I wore.) I wore a bra but honestly never needed one. I felt incredibly insecure about my looks.

Then I went to college (big state school) out of state, and I was determined to make a change. I wanted to be pretty, attention from guys (my sex drive was/is really strong), and I wanted to be confident about it. So I got some girlfriends to sit down and tutor me on makeup, joined [r/MakeupAddiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/MakeupAddiction/), watched YouTube videos. Same with my wardrobe. The weekend I got to school, I basically bagged all of it in the back of my closet and went out and bought some new stuff, even though I couldn’t afford it. Nothing super risque, but more form-flattering. Tighter and sorter. Girly and cute. Lots of skirts.

I got a ton more attention, and it turns out, after the acne and braces went away, I got contacts and started wearing makeup… shit, I was even pretty! It kind of blew my mind for a while. I loved the new attention I got. Guys would catcall me and I would giggle about it. I made out with random boys at frat parties (and, eventually, some girls too). I lost my virginity in the third week of college to a senior who I met the day before. In my freshman year, I wound up sleeping with 7 or 8 guys.

At first I felt really conflicted, like… I felt like I *should* feel bad about how good it made me feel, but I just didn’t. I absolutely loved all the attention. I was happier than I’d ever been. It was all new to me! Being the cute girl is SO MUCH FUN. I knew I was starting to get really slutty. I slept with two guys straight from the bar in spring semester, and one of those times, his roommate watched us. And… I tried, but I just couldn’t feel bad about it. It made me feel so hot and sexy and desirable and… like *fulfilled,* kinda.

So in between my freshman and sophomore year, I made a big decision. I got a boob job.

My flat chest had always been a huge source of insecurity for me. It was totally out of proportion with my body (I have a trim waist and a nice round ass). So I spent all my earnings from working that summer on breast augmentation. I got a really spectacular pair of D-cups. Almost 4 years later, I still think they’re incredible. Perky and firm, but still bouncy. My family was a little ? about it, but generally supportive, especially after they saw how happy I was.

Back at school, I started doing more with my hair. Some highlights, cute long cuts, occasional pigtails or braids. I started working out pretty seriously – squats for my ass, yoga, boot camp. I’m the girl who wore cute heels and bright red lipstick to class. My social life got, uh, very busy. I started to get sort of a ~~*reputation*~~ among the bitchy girls. I didn’t care. I still loved all the attention I got. Guys at school, randoms at gas stations, even a bunch of my friends’ dads and professors. I went on a couple dates with a tenured professor who was my dad’s age in my sophomore year.

I discovered that I love playing sort of a bimbo. Acting dumb and silly, laughing at a guy’s jokes, and just turning over all the control to him. I can just turn my brain off and be some guy’s doll. Walk me around and show me off at a party in a crop top and miniskirt. Pull me back to a bar bathroom and tell me to get down on my knees on the tile and suck your dick. Okay, daddy! Spitroast me and pass me around five of your friends in a frat house basement. ? I love being a stupid little slut. (Even though I’m not actually stupid! I graduated with a 3.9 in molecular genetics!)

I’ve come to accept and embrace my sluttiness. I fucking love it. Since college it’s only gotten better, since I have my own place now.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jxor49/in_4_years_i_24f_totally_changed_my_look_my