This is a one of those yearly remembrance chapters some clowns on Wattpad usually do. But why do I do it so early? Wattpad clowns wait at least until we reach the 2x of December. Well it's because a lot of things happen in this year and I needed a moment to share with all of you.
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Like...
You know when...
I think it was this year I started wearing drip.
Yeah that was a moment, right?
Well I can't fool you anymore. This is the reason was this chapter is even a thing.
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Indeed, as the most avid followers of the Stuff lore know, I used to be the number oen on this list whenever you looked up Stuff. In fact, I believed it was this year that I out-Stuffed my biggest rival (who is now number 3) and began Wattpad's reference when it comes to being Stuff.
Don't ask me why being Stuff involves beating teenage girls, you wouldn't understand.
Regardless, it may have happened earlier, but I only got sight of this today. No, this isn't an expert edit, nor are your eyes playing you tricks, there is a person, who took over the Stuff game by storm. I will allow you to take a break if you need to cry, weep, or tell about this debauchery to your loved ones.
But, for as hopeless as my position looks, all is not lost. For losing is unstuffly. I have spent the last hours analyzing, not only analyzing this new foe, who raised the ceiling of what it means to be Stuff, but the many rivals I took over before being in my position. And as you may notice, aside from myself, all the Stuffs in this screenshot have one thing in common.
In fact, I may just say that I'm the only Stuff in the top 10 who doesn't follow this convention.
Everyone here is a girl, or a woman, but everyone is female. You heard me right, women are taking over. If you think about it, ever since women were given rights, this was bound to happen. The world? 51% female. Wattpad? Mostly female. The places you go to? A large amount of women. The lizard men? They're called the lizard people now. Women are taking over, and men have been powerless for too long. Being Stuff was the last place where your dearest servant was holding the fort, facing wave after wave of women, and being the superior Stuff, as history envisioned.
But Wattpad isn't a safe place, and soon enough, being Stuff became synonymous with being a woman. I could follow the crowd and become a woman myself, making the Stuff spot a spot only women hold, but transitioning is an action made by inferior beings and I will never lower myself to this level. However, I can use the fight for Stuffness, and expand it, to retake the world from the grasp of women, and so, on this day of December 16th, 2022 I proclaim
The femboy arc
There have been many parts of my life. When I was a mere Stuffling, who couldn't even dream of being what I am now, I was lost, scared, I was everyone's victim, from furries to gamers, to schizos and even discord mods. The only people who didn't harm me were weebs, for they were too sane to find me breedable and didn't find the appeal of dressing me as their favorite anome girl. I only found meaning in being Stuff, and from there, the foundations were laid. Cairo was bombed, the Ayatollah submitted, Putin pranked and the UN watched over my every move. But what they never anticipated was my drip wearing.
By wearing drip I became transcendant. I had committed war crimes before my birth, I had become untouchable by the governments, for I was above their masters, I could commit several crimes against humanity at the same time. I became able to create the wars to commit crimes on. No weaponry, no power went out of my reach, and soon enough, I became a Stuff among Stuffs, forcing even the local trannies on Wattpad to acknowledge me, despite them seeing me as the worst thing to exist since the Ray Cism, first CEO of racism himself. But as powerful as I was at the time, there was a problem.
I peaked.
It had been a long process, but the drip wasn't drippy enough, my hold on the Chinese government was no longer absolute, even the USA sometimes stuck to their principles when I tried to bribe them. And lately, I have been suffering some setbacks at the hand of the IRS, due to my several accounts of tax fraud. And so, I have to unlock this one power.
The power of being a woman. For the Internet is a world where simps thrive, and Onlyfans holds power! By being a woman, I can be fueled perpetually by the people whose thirst clouds their judgement. I can become an icon for the horny, for December is the month of horniness. A woman Stuff, wearing drip, this concept may cause the very fabric of this matrix to tear apart, and cause the simulation to crash on itself, but the price is low when it comes to being Stuff. And so, welcome to Stuffette the drippy.
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(I can't stand how much female Stuff looks like my mother)
The keenest of you may have noticed the cat ears. This accessory will make my power all the greater against Discord mods who will feel like referring to me as a "kitten".
From there, the plan is simple. I will need to act like a woman, doing things women do, to understand them better, to harness their power. Look forward to Alpha bad boy BTS man X kitten breedable nerdy reader. This will be a painful sacrifice, but one I have to do for the Wattpad jannies to believe I have become a woman.
And I know you may wonder. Why expose the intricacies of this masterplan to us mere mortals? Are you not afraid your mortal enemies will figure out your ingenuity and stop you at any opportunity? Well, I will allow you this question, after all, there was no way your limited cognitivity could even fathom the many layers of this plan. For you see, this is exactly where the title comes into play. By saying that I disliked the prime hobby of Gen Z and millenial women respectively, I have protected my master plan from their dirty little fingers and their hateful eyes. They would never dare heed my words, and instead, they will cry, they will rage at the man, nay, the woman who dared hurt the one thing that defined their entire personality from the womb all the way to their grave.
And to dispel any doubt, I will even set my pronouns to she, that way, they will fully believe I had been a woman all along. But do not be fooled, this is only a temporary change to re-establish my dominance against the one person who tried to challenge me.
This will be a story told by many generations. Or a completely inconsequential change, who knows.
