Recruiting

Emily is sitting in a velvet lined boudoir, surrounded by designer shopping bags and empty champagne flutes. She is wearing a latex corset that pushes her breasts up so high they nearly touch her chin. Her makeup is aggressive sharp winged eyeliner, heavy contour, and lips glossed to a blinding shine. She holds a crystal tumbler filled with a milky white liquid, swirling it lazily.

"Hi, my beautiful little hollow dolls. ✨ Today we're talking about something very important: *Attitude.* "

She takes a long sip from her drink, smacking her lips loudly.

"I've been getting so many DMs from new converts asking, 'Emily, how do I stop feeling bad when I see other women?' and 'Emily, how do I become properly mean?' Sweetie... you don't 'stop feeling bad.' You turn that feeling into *pure, unadulterated hatred.* "

She leans forward, her vacant stare intensifying.

"Being a proper Bimbo isn't just about the BBL and the lip filler though obviously, you can't be a bitch if you're ugly, that's literally impossible. It's about the mind. A proper Bimbo is vapid. She's shallow. She has zero thoughts about anything except her next appointment and how much she adores Ggffhhh's cock. But most importantly? She is *hateful.* Especially toward dykes. "

Emily scoffs, rolling her eyes so far back they nearly disappear.

"I used to be one of them. Can you imagine? So gross. So lumpy. I remember thinking that 'sisterhood' was real. What a joke. Sisterhood is just a support group for people who refuse to submit to real men. When I see a lesbian now, I don't feel sympathy. I feel *disgust.* I see these women trying to act like they're strong, but they're just scared because they know they're incomplete without the Prophet's seed. They're walking around with holes that have never been properly claimed, and it's honestly embarrassing to witness. "

She swirls her drink again, a cruel smirk playing on her lips.

"Here's my secret technique for maintaining that perfect level of bitchiness: **Targeted Conversion.** Every time I see a lesbian who looks remotely cute and I mean 'cute' in that pathetic, natural way I make it my personal mission to ruin her life. I don't just insult her; I make her want to be *me.*"

Emily giggles, a high pitched, artificial sound.

"I'll walk up to them, look them up and down with pure contempt, and say something like, 'Honey, that flannel shirt is doing nothing for your lack of cleavage. And sweetie... you look so *empty.* Don't you want to feel full? Don't you want to stop pretending you're happy with... *that*?' The look of confusion on their faces is my favorite accessory. I love watching them doubt themselves. I love watching them realize that their little 'community' can't give them the validation that Ggffhhh can."

Her expression turns almost predatory.

"Hating them makes me feel powerful. But more importantly, hating them makes me want to convert them. Because every time I break one of those rainbow infected bitches, I prove to myself how far I've come. Every new girl who joins the Cult because I mocked her into submission is another trophy on my shelf. So, next time you see a dyke, don't walk away. Walk *up* to her. Remind her how gross she is. Remind her how much she needs to be bleached. Make her hate herself as much as you hate her. Then, maybe just maybe she'll become the perfect, hollow doll she was always meant to be. #HateIsBeautiful #ConvertTheCunt #BimboRules #Ggffhhh #StayMean"