Gwendolyn a 22 year old activist and underpayed barista.

It wasn't Gwendolyn's first choice, but as the infrastructure of twitter crumbled due to a billionaire moron, she was **** to figure out which social media sites were actually viable to keep up with news, talk with her friends, and post about ongoing issues. Bimbuzz was one of the few remaining choices honestly.

She hadn't decided on it anyway, and her eyes still narrowed a little at the vibrant pink logo for the app on her phone every time she saw it. Her friend Aella had chosen it originally, she'd gotten an invite from the company when it just releasing, and she'd taken them up on the offer. She said it was nice enough, an intuitive user interface, a friendly and small community, and while it was clearly designed with a lot more options for photos (mostly selfies Gwendolyn guessed) it had decent features for writing posts.

Gwendolyn's core issue is that it asked her to use a selfie for her profile, and she wasn't a huge fan. She'd always been a little shy about posting images of herself on the internet. She chose an angle that didn't put to much of her on display, put on a baggy hoodie, and snapped the photo leaving as little of her appearance visible as possible.

The app dinged happily, giving her a little check mark and "Selfie confirmed!" it slid to the next piece of set up,

"All girls need pals! Type in the username or email of a friend!"

She typed in the username she knew she could count on Aella to use; @AwesomeAella.

It caught her off guard when the picture came up, unmistakably her friend based off her facial features but it felt a little off, instead of the little smirk that she was so used to seeing on Aella's face her lips were open in a vaguely happy vacant look, a nice soft pink shade of lipstick covered them and she was clearly posing in the photo, all very un-Aella.

Maybe she'd simply decided to put in effort if she was going to have to take a selfie, though that itself seemed a little unlikely, it was fine Gwendolyn decided, she could message Aella about it later if she truly felt worried about it.

She clicked the image, another pink check showed up as her phone dinged as she clicked the finished button.

The screen slid away again, leaving a soft swirly pink background behind. New words quickly appeared on screen for her, "To Confirm you aren't a robot please select all the squares with crosswalks, if there are no squares with crosswalks simply click the check."

The images that followed were nine squares set up in a 3 by 3 grid, and while she already spotted some pictures with crosswalks all the images seemed to come from some weird sluttier version of reality. All the girls were curvy big lipped bimbos, the guys who were visible fell either into a "Weird femboy fetish" or "Big muscular guy" and regardless of which they were she swore all of them had bulges.

What was slightly more odd was she swore the pictures were changing. She'd go to select one of the crosswalk images in the top left corner and swear that the image in the bottom right would flash for a moment, not long enough for her to catch it, but she swore it'd change to something like "Good girls suck cock" or something for a moment. She couldn't be sure though, sometimes she thought they changed to being pictures of dicks. She wondered if she just a little horny, or a little paranoid, or a little bit both.

She got a big hot pink check floating over the set of squares after clicking the last crosswalk and smiled as the app unlocked. She typed in her first post, a simple post about herself:

"Hi, my name is Gwendolyn! I'm an activist and barista, currently on break from college. If you're looking for selfies you've come to the wrong blog, go look up half the other girls on here! But if you want to keep up to date on injustices and world news feel free to follow me!"

A small alert came up when she clicked post, "This post seems unfinished? Are you sure it's ready to post?"

She clicked yes, and a little pink check mark appeared as the post was added to the top of her blog.

Well, that was more than enough for today she figured as she closed her phone. She'd probably log on tomorrow to see if she could find any of her usual twitter friends, and check out Aella's blog.