“Have you played Majora’s Mask?”
This was the question I badgered everyone I knew with for a week. If you don’t know it, here is what you need to know: Majora’s Mask is a game in Nintendo’s RPG series, The Legend of Zelda. The game follows the adventures of Link, an unwitting hero roped into saving the world after encountering Skull Kid, a mischievous imp who’s been possessed by a creepy, evil mask. In their meeting, Skull Kid steals Link’s magic ocarina, then uses dark magic to transform him into a forest sprite. From there, Link sets off to get both his ocarina and his normal body back. In the process, however, Link uncovers the mask’s evil plot to destroy the world by crashing the moon into it.
There’s more to the game, but the only other thing you need to know is that the moon is a looming, ominous presence in the game. As each day passes it grows bigger and bigger in the sky as it gets closer to destroying the world.
Dreaming in Futanari
Now that everyone is roughly on the same page, I’ll explain why I was asking my friends about this game. A couple of weeks ago I had a dream about Majora’s Mask, only with some slight changes to the plot.
In my version, Link happens upon Skull Kid just as he does at the beginning of Majora’s Mask, but instead of being transformed into a forest sprite, he get turned into a dickgirl. From there he…er, she embarks on an adventure to get her old body back, but with every passing day she becomes more and more encumbered by her dick, her breasts, and her sexual appetite, all of which are growing bigger and bigger.
It was a pretty hot dream, and I woke up with my pussy as wet as it gets.
Now what’s notable about this dream is it was the first time I ever had a futanari sex dream. As someone who hasn’t always liked futanari, this feels like an important moment for me. I don’t think it means anything in particular, but I do think it highlights how futanari has saturated my life. I write about dickgirls, I think about dickgirls, and now I’m dreaming about dickgirls. “It’s a dickgirl revolution,” Miro once said, in response to me telling him how futa had gone from something I had mild feelings for to something that now resides on “Marie’s list of things she can look at to get off in 2 minutes flat.”
Correlation isn’t always causation…until it is
I think this is an interesting transition because the first time I saw futanari, I didn’t like it at all. (This was years and years before I started working with Miro on G4E, mind you.) I often hear people saying “I can’t help what I like” as justification for why they don’t like something. I don’t think that’s true, though. For me to go from disgust to lustily daydreaming about dickgirls suggests that personal taste is malleable.
Now sure, maybe I’m a unique, outlying case that doesn’t represent the majority. Or maybe I always liked futanari, but I experienced some sort of dissonance caused by cultural programming. I think it’s probably more likely, however, that everyone’s tastes can change under the right conditions. In my situation, I think what opened the door for dickgirls was overcoming the shock. The first time I saw futanari, I likely clicked away from it very quickly. After more exposure, though, I started to come across the occasional dickgirl image that I liked. Nowadays I’m absolutely fixated on futanari, probably getting off to it maybe 20% of the time I orgasm. I suspect there is a strong correlation between this mentality and my increased exposure to dickgirls through Affect3D.
So I want to run an experiment. My hypothesis is that continued exposure to dickgirls will foster a love and adoration of dickgirls in humans previously disinterested in dickgirls. Now I just need to find an organization to fund this….