I used Pavlovian techniques to train my son to “Yeet” every time he sees a femoid he finds attractive. This was inspired in part because I desired to exert control over my progeny, and in part because he needed to learn that femoids are hypocrites who say they want attention and romance, but will ultimately ignore a nice guy like myself.




It all started when he was 11, at the precipice of puberty. I would watch TV with him, and order him to yeet any time he saw a hot femoid. At first he was reluctant. But then I told him that every time he yeeted at a femoid, I would give him a piece of candy. Sure enough, he began yeeting all the time, his adolescent mind not realizing that I was using his prediliction towards sweets to train him. Once he turned 12, I would take him to the mall or park every day after school, and he would yeet at all the pretty femoids.




At first, they found it cute. But by the time he was fourteen, the femoids became apprehensive. He was taller, his voice deeper, his yeets more powerful. I quickly realized that femoids only crave attention from men they consider handsome. That’s why femoids play with the emotions and affections of a nice guy like myself, but go after the brutish alphas that ignore them. Training my son to yeet was really just a social experiment on how femoids react to nice guys, like myself or my son. Thus, the yeets.




Since my son was starting high school soon, I gave him my final yeet test: a day at the beach. With all the beautiful femoids crawling around in their arousing yet slutty swimwear, I was afraid my son would be overwhelmed. But my fears were unfounded and he was up to the task. In between sips of water, my son was a yeet machine. Femoids became uncomfortable, because there was a finally a man (my son) around to acknowledge the inherent sluttines of their bikinis. The femoids are proud to walk around dressed like prostitutes, but once my son yeeted at them, they became scared. The hypocritical sluts were fine with flaunting their bodies, but scared of a yeet that acknowledged them. My experiement was a success. Obviously, femoids are unthinking and selfish, like farm animals in heat.




But then, my experiment soured. I told my son that he could stop yeeting now that he was in high school, but he literally could not. I trained him too well. Everytime he passed an attractive femoid student in yoga pants or a short skirt, he would yeet. He would yeet at his classmates, teachers, at the guidance counselor, and even at the femoid janitors. The principal told me that he was yeeting over 500 times per day. I can’t blame him, however. In my studies, I’ve noticed that the teenage femoids are the most yeet-able. So young and full of life, a bubbling of effervescent sexuality.




Yet, the constant yeeting disrupted my son’s studies. He could not pay attention in his classes (in math class he sat next to a particularly buxom sophomore). Instead of doing his homework, he would masturbate to internet porn all evening. I would hear him yeet for hours on end, as he went from one sultry video to another.





Eventually we took him for testing, and the psychiatrist informed me that the yeeting had caused my 14 year old son to have the mind of a kindergartner. The tens of thousands of yeets had warped his young mind, and now he was all but useless. My wife and I tried putting him in special education, but apparently the special ed teacher was a rather attractive femoid, and my son’s constant yeeting disrupted the studies of the other retards, who would bully him. I came to the conclusion that the yeeting had made my son so retarded, that even other retards were disgusted with him.



Now, my wife has left me, claiming I “ruined” her baby boy. The courts ordered me to stay away, and I haven’t seen my little yeeter in six months. Apparently, he will require years of intense psycho-therapy to undo the damage that the yeeting has caused him.




So, parents and future parents, *do not* teach your sons to yeet. I know the prospect of showing the hypocrisy of femoids is promising, but it will ruin your life. I just hope that someday my boy and I can reconcile, and I’ll be able to yeet away with my son once more.