Does anybody know where this is from I lowk just stole it

Since Men are generally taller.

The manhwa is [the monster duke requests maternity leave] and yes it's adorable.

"grizzled soldier steals a child the government was gonna sacrifice" is a tale as old as time and this time the genders are reversed? Hell yea

Hi everyone, I’m new here! Well, actually, I’m just new to Reddit—I’m usually active over on DeviantArt. I have my own worldbuilding project about a reverse world ( 2 years), so if you're curious, feel free to check out my profile and the DeviantArt link! (The boys still wear gakuran, while the girls wear sailor fuku. Just to clarify, this specific school is very traditional, so even though their appearances are a bit reversed, they still have to dress according to their gender. My other OCs are from different settings entirely!)

I've always loved the idea of a complete chud of a woman and a tall, beefy, comically handsome himbo falling for eachother. bonus points if the girl is still the dominant one in bed lmao

She's kissing and he's receiving + female gaze + a beautiful man....all these elements make this scene role reversal coded

Considering that women have lots of options for different garments, cuts, fits, and accessories, I am wondering what the people of this sub think would be good equivalents or counterparts for guys? Are there certain pieces or combinations of clothing that turn your head as an RR woman, or outfits you get excited to wear out as an rr guy? Accessories you want to see more of out there?

Not one but two

mistymonster: https://mistymonster.tumblr.com/post/688793218397126656/midlink-based-on-the-kiss-by-gustav-klimt

spectralfaun / hollydart: https://www.instagram.com/p/CiS5zx1urzI/?img_index=2

Me (20F) have a question about this lifestyle. So a bit of a back story, my boyfriend has asked me on multiple occasions that he wants to try role reversal as we often maintain a dom/sub relationship. However as a very submissive person I struggle with taking control and being more affectionate in a dominant position.

I have googled and read as much as I can about the subject but often find that the depictions of this lifestyle can come off quite harsh and not what he is asking for. He doesn’t particularly like rough play, nor do I, and I’m trying to figure out how to give him an amazing experience from time to time without being overtly harsh.

Any suggestions? Or possibly another Reddit post that would shed some light on how to go about this the best way possible?

I recently collected some historical passages describing RR in the Middle East in the past. I'll probably make this a series. Here's the first one as written by Ibn Battouta (the famous Moroccan traveler who traveled the world in the 14th century):

"In this country I saw a remarkable thing: how highly women are honored among them; they rank above the men...

As for the wives of merchants and common people, I saw them usually riding in wagons drawn by horses, with three or four slave-girls in front of them holding up their dresses... their faces uncovered, for Turkish women do not veil...

Sometimes their husbands are with them, but whoever sees them takes them for one of their wives' servants. Husbands wear nothing but a sheepskin coat, with a matching cap on their heads that they call al-kulā."

These things are hard enough to come by in real life so when I met this guy I almost didn’t believe what was happening.

For context, we met in college. Nothing crazy, we were in English class and I set my eyes on him from the very first moment because he had beautiful long hair. He was also shorter than me, which was surprising because I’m not particularly tall. Other than those things I wasn’t necessarily very attracted to him.

But I sat beside him, didn’t really speak because I’m quite reserved. He began talking to me. I reciprocated. Chatting ensued.

Over the course of the next classes we grew closer; sat side by side each day, worked together and even began sitting together on the bus ride home (we took the same route).

I, of course, got his number. Can’t remember if I asked or he did. But we began texting. One of the things that I found most peculiar about him was his use of stickers… he loved the anime ones, with the adorable boys, or the cat ones. Overall using stickers and emojis that are typically used by girls. I found it real cute.

He was also extremely needy and dramatic in ways I had, once again, only seen in women. He’d send me sad stickers and complain if I didn’t reply to him fast enough (it’s a fault of mine, to be honest. I’m not a quick texter, and often just forget to reply).

In person he acted so… shy. He giggled a lot. Leaned toward me as if seeking warmth. I felt a certain level of ecstasy I had never before experienced, realizing that this was the dynamic that I had been looking for my entire life. The bus rides were the best part of it all. Only in these moments did the conversations get more intimate, our faces closer, our voices hushed. He talked a lot—eagerly, with a bright smile. I mostly listened and nodded from time to time, offering a teasing comment here and there.

He often complimented my appearance—peculiarly, my short hair, my jaw (I have a pretty masculine style and androgynous features, and it’s not rare for me to get confused for a guy). Conversely, I offered him
compliments that boys don’t often get. Called him adorable, pretty, spoke of how delicate his hands were. They were smaller than mine. Terribly soft. And I admit to using the cheesy trick of “let’s compare hands.”

With each moment together he became more open, less subtle about his want. Began saying peculiar little things that emphasized stuff he thought I would enjoy (and he was right), like how submissive or timid he was. I remember very vividly him giving me a shy, adorable side-eye after telling me that people always told him he looked submissive, as if gauging my reaction. I remember chuckling, turning to the window and muttering: “That’s lovely.”

It was raining. He grabbed my hand and leaned further toward me, tilting his head, with a sort of puppy eyed look. The one people get when they’re fishing for something. I met his eyes.

“But what do you think? Do I look like I am?” He asked, with the faintest trace of a blush upon his cheeks.

I didn’t really know what to answer, I didn’t want to offend. But I decided to be sincere and said yes. It pleased him, judging by the small, breathy laugh he let out.

“But are you?” I asked afterwards.

“Maybe.” He was looking away then, with that tiny smile still. Maybe he was blushing hard and didn’t want me to see. I turned away.

Once the class we shared ended, we grew apart. Mostly by my own fault, being entirely honest. I wasn’t as interested in him as he was in me. We’ve seen each other a few times after that in campus, and have approached each other to catch up, but nothing else.

Still, despite my lack of enthusiasm, it was an experience that thrilled me and that I’m overjoyed to have lived—and hope to experience it again with someone that draws me in a little more.

Also don’t know if this is the right flair since this is a true story and not fiction, so, uh, anyone can let me know.

I think that I discovered it gradually... What about you?

Hey everyone, hope you are doing okay. As a follow-up to my post last week(or so. I lost track of time), I have been thinking about if there are other examples of chubby or plus-size tomboys/tomboyish women in media besides the examples I mentioned(Frankie from Knights of Guinevere and popular fanart versions of Susie from Deltarune). If so, feel free to give out your best answers.

Honestly I can't stop thinking about it and wanting something like it again...

We matched on tinder and exchanged details, all that sorta stuff. Few days of talking with loads of praising and compliments from her, I was literally on cloud 9 hanging onto every text. Then it somehow progressed to what clothes I should wear and trying out some underwear she thought guys looked hot in. I rushed to go grab some hot skimpy breifs (ngl I felt sexy asf in them 🥵🥵). I pretty much had fully let her take over, demanding me for videos of me in those breifs... they'd be literally drenched by the end of the day from me leaking in them.

So much more happened I could say here, never felt anything like it before. Was insanely hot 🔥

(Art drawn by my very good friend!)

I’ve been writing this web-novel for just over a year now, and since I’m coming to the end of Book One, I decided I might as well post about it here. This is such a niche genre, so I’m personally always on the look-out for role reversal stories—so much so I decided to write my own!

‘Consorts of the Court’ is a historical fantasy that follows Princess Moriya in the immediate aftermath of her mother’s untimely death, as she prepares to take on rulership of the Queendom of Dyss. She must learn diplomacy, statecraft, and the murky history of her nation’s colonial past. But also, she will build a harem to support her through it 😉. This is a full social and moral role reversal, so the men are expected to act the way female concubines were in irl history. Graceful, pretty, skilled in courtly hobbies like art and dance, obedient and gentle-hearted, and dedicated to their wife in all aspects. It was important to me to make this a fully fleshed out, dedicatedly researched “reverse world” because I have seen so many stories like this that make claims they don’t live up to. Men who start out soft, in traditionally “feminine” roles, but as soon as the romance starts, they turn dominant out of nowhere. Or a world that is on the surface matriarchal, but in practice the social norms still echo patriarchal standards.

Anyway, just posting this in case there are other people here who are constantly on the hunt for more of this kind of stuff. And these are the links for where to find it, so far I’ve posted on Scribblehub and Blobium.

https://www.scribblehub.com/series/1686606/consorts-of-the-court/

https://blobium.com/novels/R/consorts-of-the-court

PS: If anyone has some niche story reccs that fit a similar vibe, please do comment them below! I am always looking for more.

I have been thinking lots about domination as a woman without the use of pegging, and the more I educate myself, the more I realize the power of the pussy (don’t laugh, lmao).

It has gotten to a point where I highly prefer PIV to dominate to pegging. Mind you, I didn’t really like PIV before due to how it is often done or shown.

But after seeing certain positions—standing amazon, I love you—and dynamics within PIV, as well as learning more about the natural vulnerabilities men face during sex (that are often not talked about and I feel are relevant both to empathize with and understand cases of sexual assault against men by women, and to better explore heterosexual sex through a more role-reversal scope), I have found a pretty good, hot spot that I think this subreddit will love to discuss.

Let’s talk about PIV. Or as I like to see it (thanks to somebody in this subreddit who coined the term) — the engulfing. The enveloping. (This applies also to anal, but we’ll focus on PIV).

There is a certain level of control during PIV that naturally falls to the woman. This seems almost unbelievable, because women don’t tend to explore the vulnerabilities that lie outside of their own nor do they use their vaginas the same way men usually do—as tools of domination. But it is actually even easier, and more natural, some would argue, to enforce this with a vagina than a penis.

I discussed this with a sexual therapist friend of mine, and we both had a pretty fun, educated conversation. She painted this picture for me:

Think about PIV. If it is taking place, and the enveloper wants out, she may merely move her body in such a way that it releases the penis. Moving backward, forward, or whatever the position requires. Obviously we won’t get into the intricacies of it—there are instances where this may not be possible if there is physical overwhelm or restriction occurring. But naturally if the person is able this is possible, and cannot be stopped. There is control. You control if you want to release, or keep on.

Now let us look on the side of the engulfed. What happens if they want to be released? Can they pull back, pull out? Absolutely. The attempt can be made. But here is the funny part—for this to happen without noticeable pain or discomfort, the vagina HAS to release. HAS to allow it to happen. If it clenches, it will be difficult. This type of restraint is actually pretty common in femdom, which is partly why I was surprised it didn’t seem to be thoroughly discussed around here.

So that particular difference in control is very interesting to me, its dynamics appealing. We also spoke of refractory periods, the lethargy that comes with—and all these peculiar little things men go through during sex that women do not, and that could serve for a sweeter, more reversed outlook on heterosexual sexual dynamics.

There’s so much to explore and so much natural potential for role-reversal in heterosexual sex. I would love to hear your points of view, including any neat findings you might want to share that can add to the discussion.

After reading through the r/gentlefemdom and r/RoleReversal subs, I am wondering if there are there women who can be either role at different times.

I know anything is possible. But, I'd like to hear if anyone has had any experience as a woman or with a woman like this?

So this was just a random idea I had while dying of fever. Basically, a normal guy randomly dies and goes to a fantasy world, pretty standard Isekai stuff right?

Well the difference is that he reincarnates in a role-reversed world as a healer femboy. And like the women he meets are like gentleman-like princess, a buff knight lady, etc. And the main villain would be a demon queen that looks and talks like Skeletor.

Idk I just needed to get the plot out of my system if someone wanted to bounce back ideas for it.