Babs; A Bimbo's Life

Babs; A Bimbo's Life

My wife and I had taken over the business from her parents when they retired. Her Mom still looked in occasionally on how we were doing but her husband loved golf, so he was on some course playing with his clubs and his balls. Yes it has always been a joke that he did play with his balls when out golfing. He didn’t find it funny, so the little he was around us he was either watching TV or on his computer playing a game. Yes, the computer game was based on golf, obviously the man was obsessed.

Of course, he joined a country club, one of the most prestigious in the area, the fact that it took an hour to get there made no difference to him. Their golf course was one of the most highly rated courses in the state, thus the reason for joining the country club. Belonging to that country club came with a price, ten thousand dollars for a one year membership. He did try to get his wife to move closer to the country club but that idea died an instant death, his wife wanting nothing to do with that premise.

The terms of the takeover stated that on our twenty-first birthday we would take over the running of the business. We had married when we were eighteen and in our freshman year of college. Both of us quite intelligent finishing high school a year early and then graduated from college in three years. Angie my wife majored in psychology and business management mainly personnel management. I chose business management also but took courses in accounting. We knew what we would be doing when we graduated so tried to plan accordingly.

We held equal positions in the company, any major decision had to have both of our approvals. Otherwise Angie handled personnel and sales and I handled shipping and accounting. The few positions not in those departments were handled by both of us. Surprisingly we did well right from the start, the decisions we made seemed to be right for the time and circumstances, the business flourishing under our leadership. Her Mom still kept an eye on us, it turns out she was the one that had built the company up to what it was when we took over, although to hear her husband tell the story it would have went to hell without his leadership. Anybody that knew him very well considered that statement ludicrous.

Angie and I set up a time every day for us to discuss what was going on and what things we needed to do to handle the specific situation. Usually we agreed without any debate but when Angie wanted to hire her BFF as a salesperson I voiced my opinion. It is her decision, but from my exposure to Becky I could not see her as a salesperson ever. She was good looking, dressed sharply but otherwise was your typical Bimbo. I figured she had an IQ of eighty, if that high. She skipped around as she talked in any conversation, very often in a valley girl accent. Quite often she would change topics right in the middle of a conversation, no reason for doing it and definitely not anything relevant to the earlier part of the discussion.

I kept it up, my campaign to exclude her, for the next four weeks as Becky was given a job as a secretary to acquaint herself with the company and who some of the employees were. Every time I was around here, that bimbo like behavior was evident, so I made a few comments to others, most of them agreed with me, the others remaining quiet about the whole situation. Looking back that should have been my approach, but Becky was just so blatant about her behavior, convincing me that our company was not the place for her ever. Angie listened to me often spout my distaste for her decision to hire her, always playing with her phone when I was doing so. The reports back from her supervisor as a secretary were favorable, Becky doing an adequate job and performing all that was asked of her quietly and in a satisfactory manner. Next was a week of sales orientation for Becky, then after that was completed she would be unleashed as a full pledged salesperson.

Of course, I kept up my assault on Angie’s decision, for some reason Becky was like a thorn in my side, the only satisfactory solution would be to remove the thorn. Again from the sales instructor Becky received passing marks. Again a logical point for me to cease and desist my attack and see how she does out in the real world. But no I was on a mission, one way or another I was going to succeed somehow in denying her continued employment.

The day before Becky joined the sales force Angie had me summoned from a meeting I had with several financial people for a meeting with her. As soon as my meeting was over I went to see what she wanted. It was in our joint office, a work table over to the side of our desks laid out with all matter of papers and reports. She asked me to sit next to her at the head of that table. She turned on a tape recorder that was next to her, a tool we used often to record exactly what was said, eliminating any misunderstandings on what was actually said between us in subsequent meetings.

She placed a proposed agreement directly in front of us, telling me to read it aloud and then sign it. “It concerns Becky and your willful disrespect for her as an employee. It is a bet between us, concerning how she does in the next four weeks. The winner of that bet will take over the running of this company solely, the loser stepping aside to allow this.” I quickly turned to look at her, to see if she was joking. For either of us this would be a major step.

“I have a recording of most of your insults and concerns concerning Becky. As far as I know she has never done anything to you to cause this kind of attitude from you. As far as the business is concerned this kind of talk and attitude is very counterproductive to the operation of the business. Several employees have come to me to voice their opinion, filing a complaint about your behavior. Most fear if you are not stopped they may fall prey to your next attack on an employee. Those requests are written and signed by the employees in that pile, fifteen complaints so far.”

“So with the voice recordings of your objections to her hiring and the ones from other employees I have fifty-one instances of you stepping out of line with regards to an employee. I must remind you that personnel is not in your jurisdiction, and that Becky failing points a finger at me not you. Therefore the bet. Read the agreement out loud for the tape recording and then we will discuss it.”

I swallowed hard a couple of times finally finding my voice and started reading the agreement. “The following is an agreement (bet) between Angie Walker and Jean Walker, co-CEO’s of this company. The bet concerns the progress of Becky Sutherland, an employee with this company, as an outside salesperson. The duration is for four weeks, twenty-eight days to be specific. In her position as a salesperson she is to be furnished no leads that are generated within the company, only ones that she comes up with on her own. If she meets her sales goals her continued employment is to be assured. For the purpose of this bet if she exceeds that weekly goal then Jean Walker will consent to changes necessary for him to resemble a bimbo his apparent favorite type of person. Simply put a twenty percent increase above goals will result in two changes, a thirty percent increase three changes and so on. The changes will be freely accepted and arranged for by Jean Walker, himself. One instance of disregard of company policies and rules will be canceled out when a change has been submitted to.”

“If Becky Sutherland does not meet her goals, that will be noted and three recurring instances will result in her dismissal from employment. Angie Walker will lose one week’s pay for each instance of Becky not meeting her goals.”

“At the end of the four week period the winner of the bet, will become sole CEO of the company and the loser will step down from any managerial position. It will be done of their own free will with no coercion or outside influences involved.”

After reading the agreement I just sat there, kind of numb to anything going on around me. There is definitely a lot at stake here, I could see me winning easily, not that I wanted Angie out of the company, but if I lost I am sure she would be relieved to see me go. Angie never stated it out loud, but I am sure the thought was there just below the surface all along. I am sure her Mother would be glad to drive me home that day, when I had to resign. The deal with both of us as CEO’s was done to accommodate our marriage, not because her Mother had any faith in me helping Angie run her company.

I couldn’t find anything wrong with the agreement, although I did have a few questions about the changes to become a bimbo. After voicing them Angie just pointed to a picture of Becky in her employment file, my apparent ideal bimbo. “The changes necessary to make you resemble Becky as far as modern science and beauty treatments can provide. Remember you have to willingly embrace the changes as if you want them for yourself, not because you have to have them done.”

“I will take any refusal to embrace what comes about as failure to uphold your part of the agreement and will then ask for your resignation from the company. If you will not own up to an agreement you willingly sign and enter into, you have no place here. I would imagine at that time it will also cause a rift in our marriage, the later to suffer failure. I have been greatly disturbed by your behavior lately, the person I married and loved before seems to have vanished into something I do not recognize.”

“So if you agree sign on the dotted line, if you want no part of this I suggest we seek the proper attorneys and explore divorce before it gets any worse between us. I am sure we can divide things amicably between us, or at least I hope we can.”

I picked up a pen, signed and dated the agreements and passed them over to Angie, she did the same and it was done. Now we both had signed copies of this new part of our life, I got up from the chair and pulled her into a hug, then kissed her on the lips. Before she could say anything I apologized for getting carried away, with my previous track record she should not be surprised. Then as she cuddled under my arm and put her arms around my chest, she whispered that I will look cute as a Becky lookalike, you know I have never had a play toy before, a life size toy to dress and play with, I can’t wait. I gave her a look, but chose to ignore her statement. I am sure I will win hands down, maybe making the gesture to keep Angie as co-CEO to mend a damaged fence. Thinking back I had got careless and damaged a bunch of those fences, not even realizing I had done so at the time.

I followed Becky’s progress each day, in fact the first thing every morning that was the first place I headed to. Angie caught me looking at the sales figures several mornings, just smiled wanting to know if I had decided what hair color I wanted in my portrayal as a Bimbo. She was doing alright, nearing her sales goals but with only a few days left in the week I doubted she would make it. Then Friday evening the last sales had been posted and I checked on Becky’s figures. She had beat her sales goal by a thousand dollars, quite a feat for a new sales person. Then Angie told me Becky had an appointment with another prospective client Saturday morning, so that figure might get even better. I wanted to know why she was working Saturday, Angie just smiled, for a bimbo she is quite motivated, wanting to excel and show others my choice of her as an employee was not wrong. I put my head down in shame, most likely I was that employee.

I sweated all weekend, I would not find out her final sales figure until Monday morning, when she brought in her paperwork from the weekend. I knew I would experience one change already but how many more were to come? Maybe she would fail to get them as customers and I would be saved from even more embarrassment.

Well Monday morning was pure hell from the time I got up until I made it to the office. I accessed the figures for all of the salespeople and instantly the day went from bad to horrible. At the top of the list was Becky, now our top salesperson for the week. I looked at the figures and let out a moan.

Yes, a male can moan like a female when faced with very disturbing news. A sixty percent increase over her sales goals and now my week suddenly went to pot. To top it off, Angie told me Becky was already calling on prospective customers this morning, at a little after nine AM. I tried to get focused on my job, but nothing seemed to matter anymore. I was on a slippery slope and someone had turned on the water making it even harder to keep from sliding in.

I asked Angie where I needed to go to get the changes for the week. She smiled but did not tease me about it. I was handed a card, the information I needed on it. I was to see Julia, my technician to administer the changes. I made the call, getting an appointment for later today. From Angie I learned that Julia had been given a list of my favorite bimbo traits, my changes to be taken from that list. The first week nothing obvious would be done to me that would show, but in later weeks nothing was to be withheld. I did get a little work done, but it was very little. Angie was there to give me a kiss as I headed off to my appointment, her smirk quite obvious.

I was amazed at my first view of the salon. Not anything like I had imagined when making the appointment. I was quickly led by Julia back to her styling area, then seated in her chair. The chair was leaned back and my hair washed and conditioned. I had allowed my hair to get longer than usual, the length now approaching the bottom of my neck. The chair was set back up and I was handed a set of earbuds like you see on a Walkman. The cord led to a unit setting on her counter and the soft sound of music filled my ears. My hair was cut in a feminine style, causing me to panic some till she brushed it back into a unisex type of haircut. My eyebrows were thinned some but other than being less noticeable it did not change my appearance that much.

She then had me stand, as she undid my belt buckle and let my pants drop to my ankles. My boxers followed suit as she had me lean forward. I felt something pushed against my left cheek and then she used a blow dryer aimed at the same area. I wondered what she had done till she held a mirror so that I could see the tattoo like word she had applied to my ass. In a very feminine script it stated Bimbo. The word not being the worst part, the size of the letters was, the B in Bimbo almost four inches high. I was told it is permanent, I would not have to worry about it coming off in the shower or bath. She had me step out of my pants taking my boxers and throwing them in her wastebasket. I was handed a frilly pair of panties, satin no less and she helped get them up my legs and into position. I was helped back into my pants, the pants sliding over the panties a fact not easily ignored. I was short of breath, having a difficult time to keep my heart from beating so hard. It also affected junior, my jeans being quite baggy the only thing keeping his reaction to the panties from being seen.

I counted four things so far, knowing I still had two more to go. I knew my fate when I entered the salon, so I kept quiet the whole time, really not much can be said when suffering these treatments. I know I was still shocked about the tattoo, something forever identifying me as a bimbo. Maybe not seen by others but still there. I know I will forever be aware of its presence. I am already wishing I had kept quiet about Angie hiring Becky, a thought I will be pondering many times in the following weeks.

The chair leaned back once again and I received a facial, including a facial mask to improve the looks of my skin. An hour later my face was velvety smooth, and surprisingly clear and lighter in color. The facial mask will stop any further hair growth, now the only hair on my face and neck is my thinner eyebrows. She next moved my hands into two bowls of liquid, I was going to receive a manicure, the sixth item of change. It took her two hours to remove any cuticle, file my nails into neat ovals and apply four coats of polish. In those coats of polish was a base coat, two coats of a clear polish, and a clear sealer over everything else. The clear sealer will keep the polish from chipping, and keep me from removing it until my next visit to the salon. My nails looked shiny, but other than that I thought it would not be noticed that much.

I had to sign at the front for what was done to me and carry a note back to Angie letting her know exactly what changes had been performed on my body. I presume that was done to make sure Angie knew exactly what Bimbo traits had been given me, so there would be no hiding or disguising of any of the changes by me.

When I got back to the office Angie was waiting for me her hand held out in front of her waiting for the note. I handed it over, blushing bright red, knowing she would soon be aware of my tattoo. Sure enough she took my hand and led me into our private office, undid my belt and dropped my pants to the floor. Her hand caressing the panties as she slid them down my legs. Then a squeal as she bent me over the desk and examined my tramp stamp. She ran her hand over it many times, tracing the letters with a little extra emphasis when she got to the letter B of Bimbo. She finally let me up telling me that tonight there will be further exploration down there so not to plan anything different. I backed away, this is a side of Angie I had never experienced. She made sure my pants got up and buckled running her hand over my swollen penis through the material, then grabbing it and squeezing it just for fun. Yes the panties were brought up first, then slid over my penis several times, causing me to groan more than once.

Well getting anything else done today was out, for one thing my erection was tenting my pants out obscenely and would not go down. I sat at my desk trying to think pure thoughts but an hour later I was still rock hard. To be able to get to the car and eventually home I needed to do something, so I went to our private bathroom dropped my pants again for the third time today and jerked off. Of course just as I was spurting into the sink Angie walked in, swatted my hands away and milked me empty. One hand on my penis and the other hand tracing my tramp stamp with her finger. I was left to clean myself up, then made my way back to my desk. I don’t think I will be able to handle many days like this, and remain sane. As I sat there I closed my eyes, picturing my lips coated in a shiny pink lipstick, the taste of it as I ran my tongue over my lips delightful. I turned my head and the sway of my soon to be earrings brushing against my neck added to the feelings, and I shivered and let out another low moan.

My eyes shot open, wondering if that moan was heard by anybody. Yep it was, as Angie came in reached down and kissed me on the lips and then licked hers as if she tasted something. I got up and ran to the bathroom mirror to see if I was wearing lipstick, letting out a huge sigh when I noticed my lips were the same as always. I did manage to escape the office without further difficulty. Angie picked up some take out on the way home, while I was just lucky to make it home. She found me in our bedroom naked and trying to see how bad the tattoo made me look. I was almost in tears, forever marked as a bimbo all because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut and let things work themselves out.

Of course, Angie clearing her throat and smiling increased the redness in my cheeks, then scurrying for something to wear to hide the source of my embarrassment. As Angie walked up to me my lacy panties dangling from her finger, a huge smile plastered on her face. I grabbed them and pulled them up my legs as fast as I could my hard as a rock erection preventing them laying right. Angie placed her hand around my penis and led me back to the bathroom, squirting some hand lotion on her palm as she passed the vanity. A few pumps and I emptied my load into the bathroom sink. She hugged me, then dragged me by my male organ back downstairs informing me that I needed some food to keep up my strength for later tonight.

I was hand fed dinner bite by bite, then hauled up to our bed and told to stay. I stuck out my tongue in defiance but her kissing me and almost swallowing my tongue at the same time left me speechless. For the next four hours that is where I stayed, just like an obedient pet. Half way through the bedroom activities I was laid face down on the bed and my anus lubed up real good. Then I felt something large and hard pressing against my rosebud. Oh gawd was all I managed as she pushed it gently into my rear hole, then back out and then back in. I was lost in moans and tears as she fucked me with her dildo, while rubbing her hand over my tramp stamp. I guess from that moment on I was her bimbo, literally.

Sometime later I slipped off into dreamland, dreaming of being filled by my lover. By morning I was slightly recovered, getting dressed and making my way to the office. I think I managed to get my new hairstyle to look unisex, but several of the guys whistling at my appearance squashed that notion. I hurried to get to the safety of my office only to find her mother there sitting in my chair. She got up and came to me intending to do a thorough inspection of my new appearance. After fifteen minutes she smiled and took my hand and dragged me to the secretary’s desk outside our offices. She sat me down in the chair, suggesting that here would be a better use of my talents what little I had. I started to say something in return, then swallowed hard, the words never leaving my throat. She made a phone call and soon someone from personnel was there having me sign an application for a job. I looked at her Mom, the look I received had me signing it and then she left with the lady from personnel. That is where Angie found me, my head in my hands sobbing quietly in my misery.

Well Babs it seems you have finally found your rightful spot here at Walker Enterprises. Get you note pad and a pencil and come into my office. I looked at her in puzzlement, Babs where did that come from. I found a pad and a pencil and followed her into her office. She sat in her chair while I was made to stand. I tried twice to sit in the other chair in front of her desk, both times she shook her head and told me to remain standing.

Memo to all employees, as of today my husband has taken a well-deserved three week vacation from his duties. Later today a new employee Babs will handle some of those duties temporarily. Please make her feel welcome, and give her your fullest cooperation in all matters. Write that up and send it to all employees. I opened my mouth twice but again no words escaped. Go back to the salon and have them assist you in picking some work outfits appropriate for a secretary. Heels as well, as I know you would want to look your best at all times. Everything else stays the same, no makeup with your hair as it is now. If when you get back any employee that guesses who you really are you are to admit it openly and then go on about your job as my secretary as if everything else is normal. Remember Becky your idol received quite satisfactory remarks as a secretary. I hope you can do the same. This position is until the bet is concluded one way or the other. Now I want to see that memo in my inbox within ten minutes, then off to the salon for you. I typed it up on my computer then selected how it was to be distributed and hit send. I was not sure whether to break down in tears or head to the salon.

I ended up at the salon, Julia waiting for me with open arms. I got hugged her holding me for quite some time in her embrace. Then she helped me pick fifteen outfits appropriate for a young secretary. I even got a couple pair of pants to wear, although the color and style not anything that a male would ever wear. I was dressed in one of the blazers with a white blouse underneath it, then the matching pants to the blazer. I did receive a lot of underwear, no bras yet though. The assortment of panties and the slips to go with the skirts constituted much of the lingerie. Two girdles to wear with the skirts since the skirts were very tight through the ass and thighs. I returned to work, my car loaded down with clothes and three pairs of shoes. The shoes were all heels, in basic colors to go with my outfits. Luckily for me the heels were blocky, so walking in them was not that difficult, although the heel height was nearing three inches.

I made it as far as the secretary’s desk I was to work at before Angie saw me. I was dragged back to her office and kissed so hard. She apologized for her Mom getting involved in this, but considering how I looked right now, she thinks it was a wise decision. At this point I should have just gave in, let Angie win the bet and step down from any management position. Peace in the family and a viable marriage the reward for doing this. I still had this idea that I would win eventually, so the stakes stayed the same, but now I was working as a secretary. If Becky could succeed at this position I am sure that I can too. The male mind is so stubborn, even faced with unquestionable facts it persists as if everything will correct itself. Now with me dressed as a female, tattooed and a hairless face, you would think that some brain activity might kick in. I guess along with the six changes, my mind got a dose of acute Bimboitis.

I ended up being so busy as her secretary that I completely forgot about Becky. Most of my duties were fetching things for people, coffee, or a file for them to look at, or delivering a message to someone else in the company even though we have a quite good email system. I imagine they just wanted to see me dressed as a female and doing their bidding. It was Monday of the next week when I got called into Angie’s office. She told me that I am excused from work today as a secretary, since I needed to be at the salon for most of today and part of tomorrow. Still no light coming on upstairs, I guess I am getting this bimbo behavior down pat. Angie having to repeat herself several times to finally get my attention. Becky’s sales were up one hundred and thirty percent over her goal, so I had thirteen more steps to experience. I looked at her with a blank expression, so what has that got to do with me. So Angie repeated her statement again, explaining carefully that I was going to the salon and have thirteen more things done to me so that I will appear more feminine in my looks, further steps on my goal to become a bimbo like I imagined Becky to be.

That didn’t sound right somehow, I was not trying to become a bimbo like Becky, but now that I am thinking about it I am not sure exactly what my goal was. Angie had one of the male sales people drive me to the salon, then she would pick me up there tonight when she got off work. I haven’t felt comfortable driving anymore, the whole thing with a car just seems too complicated.

Once at the salon I was whisked back to a treatment room, lots of things to do on my list for the next couple of days. One of the first things was the headphones, the music played on them so soothing and relaxing. I eagerly took them from the lady swiftly slipping them over my ears and letting out a sigh. The music so relaxing, so I just let my mind wander.

I was kind of out of it for some reason, although I felt it when two cups were glued to my chest and hoses hooked up to the cups. A pump staring pulling tissue from my chest into the cups, Oh goody I am getting breasts. Quite sizable ones according to the cup size. The lady said something about D’s, whatever that means.

Next they moved between my legs, moving my feet wide apart so they could work on my little fella. I know he was excited as they fondled him, until they sprayed something on him and I lost all feeling down there. I hope he is happy wherever they have put him.

The music was so soothing, making me lose track of what is going on, but so comforting too. When the lady held up a mirror so that I could see what was done there was nothing but a slit left, just like what Angie has. It looked so neat and clean not a hair to be seen just two luscious lips surrounding an inviting slit.

When I was moved to another chair to get my hair washed and conditioned, there was nothing to get in my way for putting my thighs together, I squealed a little, that is so cool. I slipped off into dreamland several times as she was fussing with my hair, the one time I remembered a little my hair was filled with pieces of foil, wow I look like an alien this way. It seemed like she worked on my hair forever, I really didn’t care I had my music, it is so soothing. The last time my eyes opened and were able to focus on something my hair seems almost pink in color and was now almost to my waist. It seemed heavier, making me hold my head differently because of the weight.

My fingernails were next to be worked on, as half inch extensions were added to each nail. I received a pale pink polish, the color going well with my new hair color. My toenails were made to match as each toe sported the cute vibrant color. I was so excited the polish so cool, and me being able to wear it to work a real treat.

My eyebrows were eliminated, the wax strip being yanked off made me aware of this change. I batted my eyelashes at the mirror, the lack of eyebrows making my eyes look bigger. Then she added hundreds of individual eyelashes to my own, making my eyes stand out even more. I wanted to say pop, but maybe that was a bad choice of words.

My ears were pierced, the tech using a gun like thingy pointing at my ears to make the holes. She added three pair of earrings to the new holes, with me going berserk at the cute earrings that I now get to wear. The long dangle earring at the bottom of the ear lobe was fun to play with, hitting it with my finger and then watching it sway back and forth.

She used a lipstick on my lips three times, letting it sink in before applying another coat. My lips tingled at each application of the lipstick, but each time she added a coat they looked fatter and much sexier. Yeah, now when I get kissed it will be so much fun.

Right before she worked on my lips she put the calf of my leg in a form, strapping it tightly to the form. If the form was not there it would be like I was standing on my tip toes. I wiggled my toes, the pink polish looking so cute on my toes, maybe the forms will shape my calves to look sexier.

As my hair was being taken out of the curlers, the lady was talking to me, listening to what I had to say and stopping to spray something down my throat every once in a while. My voice seemed different, higher and almost squeaky. I loved it trying to drag the lady closer so I could give her a hug for making me sound so good.

Once the forms were removed from my legs, a pair of sexy high heels were slipped on my feet and buckled. The heel was almost six inches tall, with only a thin strap around my ankle holding them on my feet. I squealed when I saw how my feet looked in the heels, hoping I could get more heels like this in other colors. I looked at the tiny buckles, wondering how my new fingernails would ever get them undone. But then why would I want to take them off, looking as good as they do on my feet. I looked in the mirror my stockings shiny and silky, the heels a perfect match to the look.

Once my hairstyle was finished, the tape that had been playing the music for me to listen to was removed from the player and slid into my purse, a keepsake for me for later. I got some lipstick to match my nails and then was taken to the front for my ride.

Angie, was there and grabbed my hand leading me out to her car. She helped me get situated in the passenger seat, then drove us home. I was led into the house and to our bedroom, undressed and pushed back on the bed. She played with me for hours, manipulating my stiff nipples and putting things into my cute slit. I was kissed, groped and otherwise played with like I was a toy.

I had to call a time out, I needed to pee real bad, Angie watching me running to the bathroom, on my tip toes since I couldn’t walk with my feet flat on the floor and giggling away. I sat on the toilet, then felt a release of liquid from between my legs. I had to wipe with toilet paper twice to get it somewhat dry. Back on my toes to get back to the bed, Angie pointing to some heeled bedroom slippers for me to slip on. Once on I was led to the kitchen, still naked, my breasts bouncing wildly as I followed her. She pointed to one of our bar stools, and I tried to get my tush up on it. It took me three attempts, with me laughing and giggling at my failed attempts to do such a simple task.

She sat right next to me taking one of my hands in hers and staring me in the face. “You need to listen to me carefully. You are no longer a male, today’s treatments have left you as a bimbo, your life long wish. Most everything done to you is permanent unless I want it reversed. The music you have been listening to has helped reduce your IQ and left you with a lot of mannerisms suited for a bimbo like you. I still love you, but let’s face it your behavior recently has been counterproductive for anyone in management. I need you to sign this paper, stating that you are stepping down as a member of management. I can find a job for you, one that you can handle with your limited IQ or you can elect to be my full time wife and play toy, the choice is yours.”

I squealed, you are going to play with me more? She shook her head but pointed to the paper. I signed taking time to make little hearts on top of several of my letters. She folded up the paper and put it in her purse, then kissed me and hugged me close. I whispered in her ear, I will take the bimbo wife and play toy option thank you. As for your plan to remove me from management it did work, your mother should be happy. I do suggest to maximize profits in the next quarter you need to increase the inventory kept on hand, trends show an increase in customer’s disposable income. It might also be wise to add that extra sales person now, their salary easily offset by the increase in sales.

Now can you give me one of your charge cards, I need some new colors of lipstick ones that will match with my platinum blonde hair. Could you stop and pick up some take out for us later, you know how hopeless I am at cooking anything. Now where is Shawn, my driver, I need to get to the mall before the stores get crowded with the evening rush. Ciao Angie.

As I turned around to see if she understood me I saw her mouth open and little noises coming from within. Yep it is really fun being a bimbo, my life long desire and now full time occupation. Let me at the stores, I need clothes, cosmetics and jewelry.

I did get the clothes I wanted, and while out and about made a standing appointment at the salon, a necessity for someone like me. I definitely planned on being a high maintenance Bimbo, in fact I am looking forward to it.

Although I had chosen the Bimbo wife and play toy option, Angie soon had me back at work as her secretary. I am old news now in the company, nobody making any comments or remarks about my appearance and actions.

Incidentally, Becky and I are now good friends, often having lunch together several times a week. She is happy for me, my plan to become a Bimbo working out so well for me. Yes, Becky was in on it all along, with me supplying her a few sales leads to make sure she did well. As always where there is a will, there is a way.

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Prissy; The Bimbo Treatment

Prissy; The Bimbo Treatment

Once again my big mouth had put me in a very compromising position. My girlfriend and I had visited some clubs last night, and generally had a good time. At the one club there were several females that acted and talked like they were from another world. At the time I couldn’t put a name to their actions, but later the name Bimbo came to mind. I mentioned it to Stephanie, and she gave me such a look. I should have kept any further thoughts and spoken words to myself, apparently for Steph it is a delicate subject. Being a typical male I plowed on, mentioning that all together their IQ was less than fifty, wondering if someone would come and get them later, since I doubt they could find their way home by themselves.

Another intense stare from Steph, then she gets up and walks away from me, leaving me alone with my mouth open. When she returned later I did keep my mouth shut, for a while. The females in question were leaving ahead of us as we exited the club. They were having fun, kissing anybody they came into contact with, and making an ass of themselves. I avoided the kisses as we were behind them, and I made sure to stay a few feet behind Steph, just in case.

We watched as they piled into a cab, and drove off. Along with me shaking my head, the doorman at the club was doing the same, since the females in question had kissed him and groped his crotch numerous times as they got into the cab. He took out his handkerchief to wipe the lipstick off his face, and then readjust his pants to hide his very noticeable bulge.

Nothing more was said as we headed to the next club we had planned to visit. I did ask Steph if she had any girlfriends that acted that way, surely it would be an embarrassment to any female. I mentioned what they were wearing, telling her that the one female had problems keeping her breasts in her bra, adjusting it many times as we watched them and their antics.

Deadly silence, so I finally took the hint and stopped talking about them. When we reached the other club, we were shown in right up front, their little review just starting. I watched the review, lots of scantily clad females dancing around to some pop songs. More than enough to keep my interest.

Then a few tables over a female stood up and started dancing along with the gals on stage. Yep, you guessed it the females that I had called bimbos had made it to this club ahead of us and were seated just a few tables from us. Before I could mouth any words Steph placed a hand on mine and shook her head. This time I got the hint, stayed silent and tried to watch the last of the show.

For the rest of the time there, I listened to the talk between the suspected bimbos. It had a kind of a valley girl tone to it and was absolutely silly and childish. Their talk was loud enough to be heard several tables over, so any customers seated within a few tables of them were forced to listen to their antics. One of them saw a single male a few tables over and decided she wanted to be with him. She got up and proceeded to walk towards him, making him pull out his chair some and set right in his lap. The next thing I saw was her kissing him, and reaching for his crotch. He got up, left her on his chair and walked out of the club.

I wondered if the females were drunk, or is this how they acted all the time. The club decided to intervene, their bouncers escorting the females in question out of the club. They did not go quietly letting everyone know how they were being treated. When we exited the club an hour later they were still here walking back and forth outside protesting their treatment. They had drew quite a crowd, most of the spectators giggling at their actions and words.

I did notice that all of them had blonde hair, either extremely light in color or tinted a pinkish hue. One of them, the one that had trouble with her breasts earlier was shedding her blouse, determined to correct the problem. She was doing this in plain sight of quite a few other people. I managed to get us to Steph’s car as she clicked the locks on the doors so we could make our getaway. I said no more about the evening, for fear of Steph’s reaction.

The next day we had planned to spend the day shopping, since both of us had the day off. I had stayed over at her apartment, so after we ate some breakfast we headed to the mall. Steph loved to window shop, spending hours just looking at what is being offered. In one particular store the outfit on display was very similar to what one of the females wore last night. Of course, I had to bring that up, Steph dragging my body inside to look at the dress. She looked through the sizes finding what she was looking for, then held it up against me to see how it might look on me. I backed away, pushing her hand away from me as quick as I could. I saw the look she gets sometimes, then a smirk appeared on her face.

She took the dress and headed to the cashier, asking some questions then the sales associate went to get some items that Steph had apparently asked for. I tried to keep out of her way, pretending to look at some other dresses on the rack the dress came from. I should have exited the store and made my way to the safety of her car, but didn’t. Big mistake on my part.

Steph conferred with the sales associate again selecting way too may items and paid for them all. I wondered why she was buying these selected items, the dress in particular not something Steph would ever wear. We left the mall soon after, Steph asking me to drop her off at her beauty salon, then come back later to pick her up. She had never mentioned the salon appointment earlier, so I was wondering why she wanted to go there now. She took her purchases in with her, giving me a kiss on the lips as she headed inside. She suggested that I come back in an hour, then if she was not done I could wait up front till they were finished with her.

I visited a book store a few doors down from the salon, reading a few pages in a book I was interested in purchasing. I decided the book was not that good, so put it back on the shelves and headed back to the salon. I was earlier than requested, but Steph waved from a chair at the back of the salon at me. A few minutes later her stylist came and got me, telling me I could wait with her as she finished my girlfriend’s hairdo. I was shown to a seat next to her, watching the stylist finish her hairdo. I seldom went with Steph to her salon appointments, so I was fascinated at what they could accomplish. When the stylist finished with Steph she walked behind me and ran her fingers through my hair. Before I knew it she had removed the rubber band holding my hair in a ponytail and started brushing my hair. Her and Steph were talking about a new style for me, the terms they were using totally foreign to me.

Apparently the stylists last suggestion was just perfect for me, Steph telling her to go ahead and make me pretty. I stared at Steph not wanting anything to do with me being made pretty. Unfortunately, it was too late to stop the stylist as my chair was already leaned back and she was starting to shampoo my hair. I closed my eyes, hoping what I ended up with would not make me look pretty. For a male looking pretty is a death sentence, and although I was far from being considered a macho male, I still wanted to hang on to as many masculine features as possible.

The stylist put one product after another on my hair, each one left on for a few minutes before being rinsed out and another product added. She would massage each product into my scalp, then rinse it out thoroughly before doing it again. I just kept my eyes closed, what I can’t see can’t be happening. It sounded good, but in reality I doubt such an action would forestall anything.

She toweled dry my hair, then ran a comb through it to make sure all tangles were removed. I heard her start snipping at my hair, each bunch of hair held with the comb, then cut to form the style she was giving me. Not too much was being cut off, so I closed my eyes again, thinking of what Steph and I could do once we got home. In the past we always played a little sexually when she returned from a salon appointment, maybe today will be no exception.

Once the stylist finished cutting my hair, she used a curling tongs to add some curl to my hair, the result so far stylish, but not particularly masculine. Steph approached with a pair of glasses, slipping them on my face. My vision was now extremely blurry with Steph wanting me to be surprised when the stylist finished my new hairdo. It took quite a bit longer for the stylist to finish, apparently the curls were just a start. I could feel a lot of things added to my hairdo, although none recognizable. Finally time for the unveiling, as Steph unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off my shoulder. I was helped to stand and as Steph grabbed my hand I felt someone unbuckle my belt. At the same time Steph leaned in and kissed me, the sensuous kiss causing my mind to suddenly quit functioning. I just stood there as something was lowered over my head and I then felt the zipper at the back being closed. I was still savoring the kiss, when my eyes opened, the image reflected in the mirror in front of me not of a male. My mouth fell open, and I mumbled a few words of which nobody seemed to understand. I closed my eyes and reopened them several times, the image I saw still not what I was hoping to see.

I was the spitting image of the female at the club that had problems with her erstwhile breasts. My hair a very light blonde with some pinkish tones to it. The only difference was my lack of breasts and some makeup. After Steph examined my appearance closely she made a decision. After a short conference with Steph. the stylist started on applying makeup to my face, I tried to get up out of the chair, this was not anything that I wanted or desired. My girlfriend warned me that I was to sit there, any resistance and she will drag me to the mall dressed like this. She did remind me that my male clothes are no longer and it is a long way home, her car keys in her hot little hands. She danced off, almost skipping off to search for something. Steph was gone for awhile, so the stylist had finished my makeup and was working on my nails. To my surprise I already had extensions on my nails, the peach color polish being finished up now. I have no idea when the extensions were applied to my fingers, just that they were very long and made my hands look so feminine. I wanted to get away, but was still unsure of what Steph would do. Her threats were something I definitely did not want to experience first hand.

As Steph appeared in front of me, I let out low moan, in her hands were two breast like objects most likely to be applied to my body. She sat there as the stylist finished my nails holding the breast forms in her hands and rubbing the nipples with her fingers. A huge smile plastered on her face. I could tell she was enjoying this way too much, my words last night about the bimbos apparently causing all of this to be arranged for me.

Once my nails were finished Steph moved behind me and lowered the zipper on the dress. She pushed it off my shoulders so that my chest was exposed. The stylist had come over and was applying something to the back of the breast forms. Steph did have some fun with my nipples before she plopped the breast form on my chest directly over my nipples. She held it there for a few moments then pulled on it to make sure it was firmly attached. These were not a normal sized breast form but more along the size of Dolly Partons. The stylist explained that the glue was their super strength formula setting immediately and lasting for a minimum of six months. My mouth sprang open, but nothing emerged. As the second one was pushed up against my chest I fainted.

I slowly came around, the first sight my eyes focused on was my chest, The dress had been pulled up, and the back zipper closed as it was hugging my now feminine curves very tightly. Steph pulled me to my feet, but I had trouble standing, since my feet were now in a pair of high heels. She held me up till I regained my balance then dragged me in front of a full length mirror. The bimbo of last night was staring back at me, the makeup all done in bright colors and quite noticeable. I turned to plead with Steph, but she was already on the move. She held my face tightly in her hands and kissed me with so much passion I doubt I could remember my name at the moment.

Then before I could recover I was dragged to the car and sat in the passenger seat. She had way too much fun fastening the seat belt on me, and with my now longer nails I seemed helpless to resist her efforts. Finally buckled in she came around to the driver side and proceeded to drive off. I was hoping of a destination of one of our apartments but instead she headed right to the mall. I closed my eyes and shed a tear or two. I said a silent prayer, but feared all was hopeless. I had proceeded last night in bashing bimbos, now it seems I will be paying for it in spades.

When she parked at the mall I was handed a tissue to blot my tears away. Steph informing me that I was not to worry, my makeup is semi-permanent so a few tears will not mess it up. She came around to my door, and helped me out of the car. I followed her into the mall, not really wanting to go there, but not wanting to stay in the car alone either. Right to the ladies room on the second floor of the mall. There the restrooms were private and larger then downstairs. Once in one of the restrooms she locked the door behind us, then led me over to one of the sinks. I was told to bend over and hold up the hem of the dress around my waist. She was digging in her purse as I accomplished this. I never saw what she retrieved but felt it as she pushed it into my anus. It slid in way too easily, but then stopped at the narrow portion of it. It seemed wedged in pretty good, since it did not move when I tried to stand up again. I was handed a pair of panties, stretchy and quite small. She suggested that I might want to put them on, otherwise my butt plug might want to slip out while out in the mall. I am sure you could make excuses why you are wearing one, I for one would be anxious to hear any of them.

I grabbed the panties and slipped into them, hoping they would do as she suggested and keep the intruder in my body. Then she refreshed her lipstick, looking to see if mine needed refreshing then unlocked the bathroom door and pushed me out into the mall. I stayed as close to her as possible, not wanting to be alone if anything did happen.

We passed the food court and she decided she wanted something to drink. I was handed some money and pushed in the direction of the fast food place. As I got almost to the window, my intruder came to life sending vibrations all through my body. I stopped and tried to compose myself, wavering on my heels a little as the vibrations seemed almost rhythmic. Then as I stepped up to the window the vibrations stopped and the butt plug started moving in and out in my rear passage like I was being fucked. It can’t be, it is just a butt plug, surely fucking me not part of its capabilities.

I dropped my money and was stuttering wildly, trying to handle the sensations. I heard myself moan, similar to what Steph does when she is about to have an orgasm. I muttered no several times then had to support myself on the counter as the sensations stopped. I am sure the clerk and everyone else was watching me the whole time, not often you have a female having an orgasm in line. One of the other customers picked up my money I had dropped on the floor, a smile and a giggle from her as she handed it to me. I was more than beet red, not able to look her in the face. I did mutter a thank you, but doubt she heard me. I guess the clerk felt sorry for me, after getting me my drinks she offered to carry them to my table, although I am sure I detected a giggle here and there. She delivered the drinks, whispered to Steph and then skipped back to her register.

I managed to sit down in a chair at our table, the intruder making its presence known again as I settled in the chair. I wasn’t thirsty any more but Steph insisted I drink it. The remote for my butt plug visible in the palm of her hand. I was in need of going to the bathroom before I was made to finish my drink, now the situation is much worse. Dressed as I was, going to the male restroom did not seem to be advisable so I pleaded with Steph to go with me to the women’s restroom. She eventually gave in and accompanied to the ladies restroom dragging her feet quite a bit, her eyes focused on my facial emotions.

One inside and in a stall, she made me sit to pee. Then I had to use a huge amount of toilet paper to wipe myself. Finally somewhat dry I stood up and flushed. Steph moved behind me and lowered the zipper on the dress, with me wondering why she was doing it, The dress was slid off my shoulders, then she unfastened my bra and helped me out of it. The dress was pulled back up, my breasts now just laying in the half cups of the dress. Zipped up again and she turned me back around until I was facing her. She fiddled with the neckline of the dress, removing a portion of it directly in front of my breasts. When I looked down at the front of the dress, I closed my eyes and let out a huge sigh. My huge titties were now just laying there, no way to keep them in the dress. Just like the woman last night at the club, one wrong move on my part and I will be trying to get them back into the confines of the dress.

Before we left the restroom I had to freshen my lipstick, then listen to Steph tell me how it will be for the next few days. If I tell you to do something you will do it immediately, failure for you to accomplish that task and I will keep you in Bimbo mode for an extra month. As it stands now there is a slight chance for you to regain status as my boyfriend, but I will be more than glad to put up with you as a Bimbo, if you fail to please me.

It is all up to you, maybe after a while you will see what your actions meant last night. No matter the reason for the women to act like they did last night, they deserve some respect as members of the human race. You made fun of them last night, now you are dressed like them and will be acting like them, so the shoe is now on the other foot. I hope you learn something from this, or it will be a long time before you ever put on any male clothes again.

Back to our table and I stopped quickly, since there was a man sitting at our table. Steph pushed me along, as I got closer I recognized the male, a friend of Steph’s from her work, I am not sure of his position but I think he is one of her bosses. Steph sat in her chair, but the male pushed his chair back and I was instructed to sit on his lap. I thought back to last night, the female sitting on the guy’s lap, then kissing him on the cheek. I am sure my face was bright red, just the thought of having to do it made me nervous. Sure enough I was told to give Jerry a kiss on the cheek and make it memorable. I leaned over to kiss him, but he instead met my lips part way, kissing me passionately on the mouth. I tried to pull back some, but Jerry was holding my head in his hands, keeping my lips firmly against his.

Then Steph had the gall to scold me for being a slut, the kiss was supposed to be on the cheek not on the lips. Her smirk as she berated me quite obvious. I knew better than to protest, no telling what else she might come up with for me to do.

My ordeal at the mall soon was over, I did have to kiss Jerry on the cheek again, Steph getting pictures for use later. On the way to her car she spotted a shoe store, made a left turn and soon was browsing the selections. She apparently found a pair that interested her, taking the display and asking the male clerk for it in a size nine wide. I desperately tried too remember what size she wore, fearing that the shoes were for me. I was sat in one of their chairs, while Steph held my shoulder to prevent me from getting up.

The clerk returned setting three boxes of the shoes in front of me. He took out of one of the heels, removed my present shoe, then slipped it on my feet. He held my leg as he slid the heel on my feet, that alone causing me major problems. Then my intruder decided to activate and I moaned, way too loud to be ignored. The clerk smiled and rubbed my leg some then tried on the other pair. All of the shoes he brought out to try on were heels, impressive heels the heel height almost six inches tall. One strap around my ankle was the only support other than the toe of the heel, which conveniently had cutouts for my polished nails to show. It took way too long for him to fasten the ankle straps as my foot was handled and caressed. He helped me up, so that I could try and walk in the shoe. As soon as I was on my feet the intruder decided to activate again, causing me to lose my balance and fall into his arms, moaning and twisting to try and regain my footing.

I received a kiss, the clerk thinking I was flirting with him all the time. The kiss was sensual, he even tried to insert his tongue in my mouth. Again on my feet, but red in the face and many other places I quickly tried to stabilize myself and walk a few steps. I walked back to the chair and pleaded with Steph to take me home with my eyes. I whispered a please to help matters. There were already a few tears sliding down my cheek so she told the clerk we will take all three pair. She paid and pulled me along, the shopping bag with the shoes in my manicured hands. At the car I was held tightly by her, with me leaning in and trying to get closer. Again with the seat belt fastening and finally headed to her apartment, at least, that is where I hoped we were headed.

As soon as I was in her apartment I pleaded with her to not carry this on any more. I was wrong to make fun of the females yesterday, and I have learned my lesson well. The plea was peppered with sobs and the word please muttered many times with a desperate tone to my voice. She maneuvered me to her bedroom and laid me down on the bed. She laid next to me for awhile, as my emotions slowly stabilized. She tried to get up several times but I hung on tight, not wanting to be left alone. I apparently fell asleep, when I awoke later she was at her vanity using her laptop. I laid there staring at the ceiling, hoping that she had listened to my pleas for mercy.

When she saw I was up she came over and sat next to me. She explained that my pleas for mercy were heard, but I think a few more weeks as a Bimbo might make the lesson last longer. I attempted to smile, but it quickly turned into a mournful sigh, Steph giggling at my gesture. She had sent emails to all of our friends, pictures included of me in Bimbo mode. She invited them over for drinks or a dinner, whatever fit their schedule. I groaned some but before I could finish she mentioned that my work was also anxious to see me, promising me some tasks that even a bimbo could perform. I laid back on the bed, tears coming quickly, then turning into sobs. Why I didn’t keep my mouth shut yesterday, I will never know. I presume I deserve it, I did carry it to extremes, never letting the subject drop until it was too late, even after frequent warnings from Steph.

Well I found out that our first guests were due this evening, two of her girlfriends that I knew but hadn’t interacted with much were our guests for the evening. I can imagine how I will be kidded and harassed. Surprisingly I was treated reasonable, although they did comment on my mode of dress and my appearance several times. I managed to keep my breasts in the dress, although they did move around quite a bit much to my chagrin. After they left I attempted to sway Steph to forgive me, hoping she would do so and end my continued time as a bimbo. It didn’t work, she used the remote for the butt plug often that evening every time I tried to reason with her. After a few moments of it’s use I had a hard time remembering my name much less what I was trying to say.

Steph insisted I stay with her, that way she could help me in getting dressed for work, and then in the evenings I would be available to help entertain our guests. I was scheduled to go back to work in the morning, so I had to go to bed early. According to Steph I needed my beauty rest, so at a few minute past nine o’clock I was put to bed, hair in curlers, a flimsy nightgown and panty set my only clothing. I laid there for awhile dreading the next day, not knowing what I would be required to wear and what my work colleagues had been told about me. I knew they had seen a picture of me in bimbo mode, ones that Steph had taken with her phone during our shopping trip and my conversion at the salon. No idea on what they think or will do concerning my new look.

I did eventually fell asleep, a restless and fitful kind of sleep. Steph dragged me out of bed extra early, telling me that I had so much to do before I could go into work. It briefly crossed my mind that if I drove my own car to work I could simply skip work, even if I get fired for missing work, a better outcome than if I showed up as a mindless bimbo.

Dressed in another purchase of Steph’s with no bra and my intruder positioned in my butt I made quite a sight. The bodice of the dress barely covering my nipples, nipples that Steph had added some rouge to to make them more obvious. A higher pair of heels, ones that Steph took pleasure in locking them on to my feet. The heels were six inches tall, arching my foot severally and making walking almost impossible. Chandelier earrings that were long enough to reach my chest, their swaying on my neck and chest very distracting. Two ridiculous bracelets that wrapped tightly around my wrist, but had numerous other strands that dangled down almost six inches. When I tried to do anything either the earrings or the bracelets would be in the way. Then as a final thought a set of hobbles was attached around my knees, limiting my stride drastically and making walking a laugh. The dress long enough to conceal their existence providing I took even shorter steps. I was helped out to her car, and then driven to work.

No chance to avoid the day, certainly a day that will most likely go down as one of my worst. I was let out in front of our offices, as she leaned closer to me telling me that she had set my intruder for random activation, once she is at her work she will be out of range to change the setting. I am anxious to see how you handle the day, either way I will be here at five to pick you up. She kissed me on my nose, handed me a purse and drove off, giggling all the way. I will have to hand it to her, my lack of control of my mouth, and her correction of that fault will not soon be forgotten.

I minced into the offices, then down to my cubicle. The door was locked, a note attached to the door told me to go to reception, where I will be shown what to do today. Sure enough, reception was to be my job for the day. I am sure I made quite a sight, dressed as I was and acting frazzled at random times during the day. Quite a few of my coworkers visited during the day, several of them treated to quite a show when my intruder went off. I did make it to five, skipping lunch and remaining at the reception desk, fearful of being elsewhere when my intruder decided to go off.

I was so glad to see Steph waiting for me, I almost ran to her, hugging her hard and never wanting to let go of her. She got me to her apartment eventually, meanwhile dragging the day’s activities from my foggy memory. From the huge smile on her face, she was apparently pleased at how the day turned out.

Once in her apartment I begged her to relent, I promised her anything she wanted if she will let me escape her plan to make sure I had learned my lesson about bimbos. No answer right then, but I felt at least she was thinking of easing up on me. Among my pleas for mercy there was plenty of tears mixed in, I was so anxious to see an end to this, just thinking about it causing more tears to surface.

I played with the takeout food Steph had picked up on the way home, but had very little appetite. Again put to bed early, hair in curlers and numerous different creams placed on parts of my body, face and arms the most prominent areas to receive the nourishment. Steph told me repeated use of them will keep me soft and feminine, a must for a young woman.

At least, the word bimbo was not used in connection with the use of the creams.

The next day back to work, with her informing me she was taking my pleas into consideration, her answer will be given to me this weekend. I sighed, but reluctantly got out of her car for another day of suffering at work. As I made my way to reception I mentally counted the days to the weekend, three more days of humiliation and embarrassment to suffer through.

I somehow made it to the weekend, anxious to see what she had in mind, and if my time as a bimbo might be over with. Saturday morning did not start out liked I hoped, dressed in one of my many new dresses and off to the salon. Steph told me when we entered if I went along with everything to be done to me today I would not have to work as a bimbo anymore. Nothing more but that information was enough to persuade me to go along with what she had planned for me.

Very quickly it became apparent she still had an agenda for me, as several of their techs came to work on me. My long nails were removed, then an even longer extension was glued to my own nail, making doing anything with my fingers nearly impossible. A bright pink polish was applied to each nail, several coats plus a hardener to insure they could not be damaged or cut. Removal other than at the salon was impossible, a special solvent necessary to be able to remove them, even to change the polish required the solvent.

Hair extensions were next, now my hair was down to my waist. Two techs and three hours were used to get them secured to my existing hair strands. Other than the length the weight of the hair was the biggest difference. Then set in curlers to add some curl to my locks. While my hair was in curlers under the dryer, I though of what I would have to do to take care of hair this long. A salon appointment would be necessary, I am sure, since a simple task of putting my hair in curlers took a half hour to accomplish. That was with someone that knew what they were doing.

When my hair was dry I was moved to another station, where makeup was applied to my face. The tech working on me was extra careful when applying it, finally telling me that it was a stain, semi-permanent allowing me to not worry about makeup application in the future. The end image quite feminine, almost a doll like look. Lipstick in a cupid’s bow, bright pink in color and lined with a burgundy lip liner. Individual eyelashes were also added, making my eyes breath taking.

As if that was not enough, my breast forms were removed and larger ones glued in place. These were significantly larger and less rigid, any movement of my body sent them into motion, often still moving after my body stopped. No bra to be furnished, just whatever support provided by my dress or blouse. I let out such a sigh, my life now reduced to being constantly stimulated and humiliated. At least the butt plug did not get inserted, a small consolation.

New necklaces, earrings and bracelets were slipped on me, the feelings they fed to my overworked mind kind of causing my mind to shut down. When Steph came to pick me up, I just sat there, not even realizing she was standing next to me. She did manage to get through to me as she sat next to me, making me look at her.

“You have now become a full fledged bimbo in looks and I am sure in actions once you start interacting with others. But more importantly you are now my bimbo, to be taken care of and loved. The last few days have been wonderful for me, the way you depend on me and show your love for me. When you cuddle me at night, I feel proud to be your lover, something that has not happened often in the past. Your vulnerability is now present, your macho male ego now a thing of the past. So Prissy take hold of my hand and I will take you home, to be loved and cared for forever.”

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