Non-fiction / Don't Turn Me Into a Fetish.

Cute has lost it's innocence as of late.

It's become intertwined with sex, and hurled into the world of fetishes. Young, clean-faced girls are pushed into super-groups, fitted into pastel colored miniskirts, given "cute" dance moves, and shake their derrieres for attention-deprived, horny male and female specimens.

Impressionable girls around the same age are conditioned with the thought that this is the way to get the attention and affections that they desire. Especially after seeing the music videos and the "love" that these "groups" receive from their male classmates. They then act accordingly, acting like their favorite stars. Dressing like them, singing their songs. All to be noticed. "You notice Kusumi when she sings this song. Will you notice me?" This need for attention is exploited. Their naivete is punished and they find themselves in front of a video camera, being groped by a man twice their age. While fighting the urge to cry and to question the morality of the situation, all they can do is lay there until he's finally sick of them and let's them leave.

Cute has become hazardous for our safety.

He rubs himself while watching the video he filmed just hours before. When he's tired of looking at her face, all he needs to do is press "pause" and look up the music video of one of these female "groups" on youtube. Ah, he's found it. The song about pancakes with Kusumi Koharu from "Morning Musume". Her face is so clean. So pure. What he wishes for more than anything is to press his body against hers and to make her his. Forever.

He's seen her face now. Now he can press "play".

All he can see now is Kusumi's face. But he knows, that the girl he took earlier was not Kusumi. This drives him mad. He buys all of her posters, listens to all of her music, and attends all of her concerts. But why, why oh why is he left only rubbing himself and not her?

So to fill the emptiness left by this reality, he searches. Searches for a girl like Kusumi. And every night he finds her. She hates laying there, but what can she do? No one else will love her, no one else will listen to her speak. No one, except him.

But she doesn't even know that he's not listening.

All he's doing is replacing her face with Kusumi's and preparing to make love to Kusumi, and only Kusumi. He hasn't heard a single one of her words. Finally he approaches her and while kissing her neck he says "Don't worry. It'll be alright. Trust me."

She takes this as her cue to lie down.

And the cycle continues.

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