pussyenvyfetish:

wackpics:

Her: It’s not polite to stare, you know.

Me: Sorry, that’s just a really nice Power Girl costume. You look good.

Her: Thanks.

Me: You do look funny though, flexing your muscles like that. You have thin little girl arms. A punch from you probably wouldn’t hurt at all.

Her. Really? (She points at something behind me.) Hey, what’s that?

Me: (I look around, see nothing there.)

Her: (she punches me square in the balls while I’m not looking.)

Me: (I gasp, double over in pain, and make a silly high-pitched whine.)

Her: I don’t know, that sure looked like it hurt. (smiles.)

Me: (I drop to my knees, red-faced, shaking, hands clutching my manly parts.)

Her: Oh well, have a nice day. (she laughs and then walks away.)

Me: (I continue to whimper on the floor and look stupid.)

Boy superheroes have to wear all this armor and protection.

But not girl superheroes. They can get away with skimpy, skintight costumes because they don’t have balls. Their bodies aren’t weak, they don’t need to protect a certain area.

Heck, the costumes are so thin, they might as well not be there. A female superhero could just as easily do her job naked. If a male hero tried to do that, his balls would be exposed and he would lose.

pussyenvyfetish:

She could realistically enter a wrestling tournament just like that. That’s all the protection her body needs.

With guys, it’s different. They have to wear a cup. Without it, they’d lose every match. Isn’t that sad? Guys need artificial protection just to participate in a basic sport.

I’m imagining her using her crotch to pin someone’s leg or arm. She can use it as a grappling tool because it doesn’t hurt her.

pussyenvyfetish:

wackpics:

“It takes a lot of balls for a girl to wear a top like that,” Jason said to Veronica.

“Is that a compliment?”

“Definitely,” he replied.

“Thanks,” she said. “These shorts are so small though that I don’t think I could fit any balls in them.”

Jason laughed and looked her up and down.

“That’s such a strange expression, though,” Veronica said. “Don’t you think?”

“What?”

“To compliment someone by saying that they ‘have balls’. Everyone does it. When you stop to think about it though, it doesn’t make sense. Personally, when I think of balls, I think of this.”

Veronica swiftly rammed her knee up between Jason’s legs and crushed his testicles with a wet thud. He yelped and gasped all in one high-pitched bleat, doubled-over, desperately clutched his masculine parts and eventually curled up trembling on the floor fighting back tears.

“… And that,” Veronica continued, with a smile on her face, “doesn’t look like any fun at all.”

Women have an ability men don’t have; the ability to wear tight shorts and tight underwear.

A man wouldn’t be able to wear those shorts. They’d crush his nuts, and his penis would be flopping out one of the leg holes. It’d be completely inappropriate, and he’d probably get the cops called on him.

But women can wear them just fine. They squeeze so tight that everyone can see they don’t have a penis or balls, but lucky for us, our society says it’s OK to wear in public. 

That must feel so sexy, being out in public and anyone can just take a look at your crotch and know your sex with visual certainty.

pussyenvyfetish:

I find it telling that in comics, the women are able to wear these tight skimpy costumes, where the men have to wear costumes that cover up more.

It’s like they’re saying for women, a thin layer of cloth is all the protection their crotch needs. Really, they don’t even need that. They could just as easily fight with no pants on, without a weak spot there, they’d be just as effective in combat.

With men, it’s different. You would never see a man wearing a costume this skimpy. His balls would be a vulnerable target, and the artists know that. So they make the men wear pants and more covering, implying that men are weak there and need protection to function in combat.

pussyenvyfetish:

wackpics:

He stared at her with a kinky smirk on his face and with no idea how dumb he looked. It was his idea of flirting on the job. She didn’t like him, but she could dismiss him. Whatever, let him stare, she thought as she continued her work. I do have great legs, after all. 

And a great everything else, he thought, as she walked away and he stole another glance at her butt, firm and rounded and moving up-down, up-down, left-right-left to its own womanly rhythm in a clinging skirt.

She wasn’t threatened until late that day when he blocked her way out of her office with arms outstretched in the doorway like a balding scarecrow. 

“You know,” he said, his stupid smile now up close to her, “that little skirt has been the best thing about coming to work today. It’s hard for a man to even think about anything else.”

A brief flash of annoyance showed in her eyes, but her face was pure professional. 

“Oh,” she said, “I can make you think about something else.”

The scarecrow leaned forward. “Like what?”

She kicked him in the nuts so fast, he almost didn’t process that it came from her. One second he was doing fine, the next second a hammer flew into his crotch. He dropped his scarecrow arms and covered his testicles. His smile turned into a wince and his eyes snapped away from her and stared straight into a world of hurt. 

She stood calm and straightened her skirt as he leaned against the door frame and then slid down it to the floor. He curled up. He moaned.

“Think about how much your balls hurt,” she said as she stepped over him and went on her way.

In real life, someone would get fired here. In my fantasy, she gets away with it and the scarecrow minds his manners around her from then on.

Even though all that’s standing between her crotch and the outside world is a pair of panties, her crotch is still less vulnerable than a man’s.

A man could be wearing boxers and jeans, but a single hit to the crotch and he’s down. If she took a hit to the crotch, it’d be no different than if it hit her anywhere else.

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wackpics:

“Okay, you win,” he said.

“I knew you’d see things my way.” She smiled.

“Don’t know how you do it.”

“You know exactly how I do it. I get most of what I want by being professional. I get the rest of what I want by being sexy. And if none of that works… I’ll just knee you in the nuts. Again.”

A chill went up his spine and he covered his crotch with his briefcase. “Don’t remind me of that day,” he said.

She crossed her legs and shot him a knowing smirk.

When a woman crosses her legs, she doesn’t have to adjust her balls, or experience pain if they’re squeezed between her legs, because women don’t have balls.

She can cross her legs whenever she wants and squeeze as hard as she wants, it’s never going to hurt her.

pussyenvyfetish:

Honestly, if I was magically offered the chance to be born again as a girl without any knowledge of what it’s like being a guy, I’d say yes. That’s how badly I want to know what having a vagina feels like.

Sure, I’d never get to know what having a penis feels like, but I think it’d be worth it. In my opinion, having a vagina is way better than having a penis. If it came down to a choice where I could only have one and I’d never be able to try the other one, I’d rather have a vagina.

pussyenvyfetish:

strongwomenturnmeon:

Bossgirl

When I was a kid, the neighborhood boys used to make fun of me because I was a girl and I didn’t have a penis. When we played outside, they could run off and pee in the bushes, but I couldn’t. I was so jealous of how they could pee standing up and aim it where they wanted. It made me so upset that I actually went home and cried.

When my mom found out they’d been making fun of me, she knew the perfect way to get back at them. She taught me boys had balls, and it hurt them really bad to get hit there. I’d never felt so relieved in my life! All this time I thought boys were so lucky because their body had more stuff, and that my body wasn’t as because I was missing something. After being made fun of for so long, it was good to finally find out that I had an advantage over them for once.

So the next time they made fun of me for being a girl, I kicked one of them right in the nuts. He went right down, crying. A few of the other boys tried to fight me, but I went right for the balls, and beat them all too. I couldn’t believe how easy it was!

A few of them obviously hadn’t been taught by their parents about boyparts and girlparts, because they tried to hit me in the crotch too. One of them landed a hit and got this triumphant look on his face, like he was expecting it would hurt me like it hurt him. If you only could have seen the look on his face when I got right back up and hit him in the crotch. It was so satisfying to see them learn that what worked so well on them didn’t work on me! I loved having such an unfair advantage, it was like cheating. None of them ever made fun of me again.

To this day, one of my favorite things to do is straddle things and hop up and down. It drives my husband nuts, he’s like “okay, I get it already, you’re a girl, it doesn’t hurt you to get hit there.” But I never get tired of it. I love how getting hit in the crotch doesn’t hurt me, and I’ll love it until the day I die.