lots of handwringing and discomfort about the phenomenon of kinks forming before puberty but if you think about it’s it’s much scarier to imagine a world where kinks only ever appear without warning when you’re fully grown
on your 18th birthday—wait no let’s say 25th birthday—you must undergo the traditional ritual and be assigned a kink that will determine the course of your sex life forevermore and place you within the corresponding faction. you close your eyes and pray that it’s something kind of classy and chic and practical and affordable and not something that will freak you out or embarrass you. the girl before you comes out crying; she’s autistic and got “prolonged eye contact”. you gulp. someone else is hastily pulling up Wikipedia. the anarchist guy covered in ACAB pins scowls at the floor, resentfully contemplating his uniform fetish.
Man, these YA dystopias are really starting to reach for fresh concepts.
one sexually mature adult woman dares to defy it all… what will happen to her world when she walks out of the ritual with a kink for feet…. AND inflatable pool toys?
She must break the system... the world (united states) is segregated between the people who like to use objects, the people who fixate on a body part, the people who roleplay or enjoy scenarios, and those who are extremely into a specific action.
This young woman is the Freak, the 0.0001% possibility that could topple their society. Joining the Specific Body Part faction, she will fight for freedom and publish a new chapter for her fanfic on AO3




















