From Preppy Girl to Wild Haired Hippie

[writer4hire69]

The idea centers around a relationship between a guy and his rather preppy girlfriend. She’s very particular about her looks and upholds a very polished image. Styles and carefully maintains her hair. Regularly shaves all over (including her arms). Intricately applied makeup. Impeccable fashion. You probably know the type. The kind that screams onetime ruling queen bee among the popular crowd. Her and her boyfriend have been dating almost a year. They get along fantastically well, care about each other, and have an active sex life where they enjoy a bit of experimentation.

One night, when his girlfriend was out at an event, he decided to do a little surfing for porn and uncovered something unexpected. He ended up watching a video between a guy and a hippie girl, and the sight of her expansive bush triggered a level of arousal inside of him he never felt before. That feeling sent him down a bit of a rabbit hole and he found himself seeking out videos and images of wilder, freer women: messy, sometimes tangled or dreaded hair; hairy arms and armpits; bigger bush.

It all awoke a desire inside of him and he began to imagine his girlfriend like one of these women. She always worked so hard to maintain her look. Wouldn’t it be nice to maybe try something different? Something that involved a little less work to keep up?

 

[sirhugs]

as I started to read, I thought he was about to realize that it was an old video of his GF before she became all preppy

 

[writer4hire69]

Oh, that's interesting. I hadn't considered that but that could be a good twist. He found an old video of his girlfriend when she was a little more free spirited. So different from the one he knew now. But he found himself extremely attracted to this wild, hippie version of the girl he knew. And would love to see her return to that wilder state.

 

[AvroAnsonXIX]

A friend wrote a series that started out with three adults, friends since childhood, who in cleaning out one of their grandmother's homes -- she had moved to an assisted living facility -- found some old celluloid films and a projector.

At lunchtime they ate sandwiches and set up the projector. The reels were 1920s to 1940s pornos. Their, adult at the time, parents and grandparents were in them. In subsequent stories the grandkids talk to the "actors" about the films and those stories were told in flashback.

Oh grandma, she got kicked out of assisted living for organizing orgies in the recreation room. "It was recreational sex ..."

Sadly the author left after a which hunt over placement of IT in EV and just what IT covered. Most of the series has been taken down by the site.

NOT EVERY "MISSING" STORY HERE WAS TAKEN DOWN BY THE AUTHOR, WHEN PEOPLE DIE OR MOVE ON NOBODY IS HERE TO TWEAK A STORY TO FIT A NEW RULE OR NEW INTERPRETATION OF AN OLD RULE AND RESUBMIT IT. SO IT STAYS GONE..

(Since one chapter that was deleted was about group sex in a old folks home the boilerplate probably asked if the characters were under 18. Heck, thier clothes were over 18.)

 

[writer4hire69]

Been thinking about this story more and I like sirhugs' suggestion about the photos/video he finds is that of his girlfriend before she became preppy. I have the idea that he doesn't realize it's her but the similarity sparks his interest.

However, I'm sort of at a loss on the ultimate end of it all. Sure, the girlfriend returns to form (so to speak) and is now sporting wild hair, hairy pits, a nice bush, and the sex between them is going great. But then what's the final act? They'd have sex the moment she gets a good bush going but is the final sex scene just more of the same?

 

[Hypoxia]

How do you want the tale to end? Start with an ending and the story almost writes itself.

 

[writer4hire69]

How do you want the tale to end? Start with an ending and the story almost writes itself.

I mean.... I don't.... know? That's why I posed the question.

Also, while starting with an ending certainly helps in crafting a story, it's not the be-all, end-all solution to writing. Sometimes taking characters and throwing them on a road works. But like with any case, sometimes you can get a little lost and need a bit of direction. So you ask for them.

I don't know. The ending could be as simple as, "Now with his girlfriend a full-fledged wild hippie girl, they have sex yet again. The end." but I was trying to think of that extra something.

 

[sirhugs]

I mean.... I don't.... know? That's why I posed the question.

Also, while starting with an ending certainly helps in crafting a story, it's not the be-all, end-all solution to writing. Sometimes taking characters and throwing them on a road works. But like with any case, sometimes you can get a little lost and need a bit of direction. So you ask for them.

I don't know. The ending could be as simple as, "Now with his girlfriend a full-fledged wild hippie girl, they have sex yet again. The end." but I was trying to think of that extra something.

they sell the McMansion, buy a VW van and go across the country, fucking at every rest stop and music festival along the way?

 

[Hypoxia]

they sell the McMansion, buy a VW van and go across the country, fucking at every rest stop and music festival along the way?

And then move in with a dairy commune in Oregon and churn butter for the rest of their hairy lives. Today is Easter, so there's bunny butter, too.

 

[sirhugs]

And then move in with a dairy commune in Oregon and churn butter for the rest of their hairy lives. Today is Easter, so there's bunny butter, too.

surely the dairy commune must be in Wisconsin?

 

[AvroAnsonXIX]

surely the dairy commune must be in Wisconsin?

Or Minnesota, where they eat 'Powdermilk Biscuits' in the buff and brighten the lives of 'Norwegian bachelor farmers.'

 

[Hypoxia]

surely the dairy commune must be in Wisconsin?

We feast on Oregonian gourmet Tillamook cheeses and ice creams. French Vanilla from Wisconsin or Minnesota? Feh. Old by the time it gets here to the Lake Tahoe region.

But wherever you have cows, the atmosphere is filled with dairy-air ie butt stink. The USA upper midwest is highly noxious and inflammable because cow methane. Work that into an asphyxiated plot bunny.

 

[sirhugs]

We feast on Oregonian gourmet Tillamook cheeses and ice creams. French Vanilla from Wisconsin or Minnesota? Feh. Old by the time it gets here to the Lake Tahoe region.

But wherever you have cows, the atmosphere is filled with dairy-air ie butt stink. The USA upper midwest is highly noxious and inflammable because cow methane. Work that into an asphyxiated plot bunny.

do you think Uncle Joe and Aunt Mabel would believe that the (18+) cousins ended up naked in the hay loft because of a methane explosion?

 

[Hypoxia]

Back to the thread title, From Preppy Girl to Wild Haired Hippie. The easy mechanism for that transformation is a strong dose of LSD dropped into Sheila's morning coffee at the office. She feels a bit queasy after she drains that cup and so Ubers home where she crawls naked into bed with a blown mind, the secrets of the universe revealed in her "good trip".

She sees her preppy self was fake and her soul is that of a poet-storyteller. She quickly writes books bringing her great wealth -- she no longer needs to "dress for success" at any office, and she can buy any social acceptance that strikes her fancy. She anonymously donates vast sums to good causes but keeps enough to finance her independence because she's no fool, merely enlightened.

Following Tony Serra's political platform, she buys Alcatraz Island and turns it into a sex-drugs-music paradise resort. The world rejoices. Wild-haired Sheila wanders the island, and her other resort paradises, doing good deeds. Of course she generates a shimmering psychic aura so photos of her never turn out, and men fall at her feet, ensorcelled.

Life is good.

 

[sirhugs]

Back to the thread title, From Preppy Girl to Wild Haired Hippie. The easy mechanism for that transformation is a strong dose of LSD dropped into Sheila's morning coffee at the office. She feels a bit queasy after she drains that cup and so Ubers home where she crawls naked into bed with a blown mind, the secrets of the universe revealed in her "good trip".

She sees her preppy self was fake and her soul is that of a poet-storyteller. She quickly writes books bringing her great wealth -- she no longer needs to "dress for success" at any office, and she can buy any social acceptance that strikes her fancy. She anonymously donates vast sums to good causes but keeps enough to finance her independence because she's no fool, merely enlightened.

Following Tony Serra's political platform, she buys Alcatraz Island and turns it into a sex-drugs-music paradise resort. The world rejoices. Wild-haired Sheila wanders the island, and her other resort paradises, doing good deeds. Of course she generates a shimmering psychic aura so photos of her never turn out, and men fall at her feet, ensorcelled.

Life is good.

and hilarity ensues.