Ponytails Still Rule

Ponytails Still RuleOnce a ponytail sinks its claws deep into your mind, there’s no going back. I know this from personal experience. My pony rides me like a rented mule. Brushing, styling, product… and there’s no end in sight. Oh my… I can feel it bouncing around the back of my neck right now. It wants—it needs me to do something. Something that involves leg shaving, a pair of off-black stay-up stockings, and a black pencil skirt with side darts. God help me!

Amanda

P.S. Upon reflection (literally and figuratively), I found a better match for my own ponytail. And for some weird reason, I consider that important enough to post a caption here to correct the impression of strangers on the Internet. Go figure.

P.P.S. Inexplicably, when I posted this item, I neglected to include a link to the previous caption in this “series” (assuming it actually becomes a series, which remains to be seen). “Ponytails Rule” was posted last August and introduced a world in which a ponytail is somehow capable of controlling its male mount (think: horse) so as to get what it wants—which would be, of course, a fully feminine body to ride. What the tail wants, the tail gets!

6 thoughts on “Ponytails Still Rule

  1. As my hair grew out I started with a typical boring guys ponytail, just something to keep it out of my mouth. Then over the days it migrated higher until was a girl style. Then it started being asymetrical over my ear. Then it split into two tails, sort of a high/low. Then those migrated over my ears and looking in the mirror I discovered perfect, beautiful pigtails! Then I needed ribbons and curls and bows. Somehow it still did not look quite right until my wife put me into some of her clothes. Now it really is controlling me!

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