The Classic Look

You really are very good at these! Education, silicon, ID

Nellie was exhausted, after her final exam in sex technique and “flair”, but her day at the Exec2Sec Retraining School was not yet over.  She still had to report for her breast implants.  She’d been told during her first day that she would be going from a B to a double D, and she’d bought a 36DD bra and put a pair of water balloons in it to help her get used to them.

As Nellie sat, weary and disgusted and slightly loopy from the Valium she had been given to prepare her for surgery, she looked at the other woman, all of them also high on Valium, some even smiling.

A nurse in a ridiculously short white uniform and tiny white cap stuck her head out the door, saying, “Next!”

It was Nellie’s turn, so she wobbled to her feet, holding her heels in one hand because she knew she could never walk in heels while this stoned.  She stood aside to let the previous patient stagger out, careful not to brush against her no-doubt-tender new jugs.

She saw the surgeon washing up, for which she was grateful, took off her top and bra, took out the water balloons which she knew would be replaced by essentially the same thing, only underneath her skin.  She put a foot on the pedal of the wastebasket and was sickened to see bloody paper inside, but shook herself and continued to the table.

She looked on a sterile tray by the doctor’s hand and saw the rounded implants she had expected but also some small objects that looked like computer chips.

“Uh, Doctor, what are those flat gray things there?”

“Silicon chips,” he said flatly.  “They’ll help your bosses keep track of you.  I think they can even page you, but I’m not sure about that.  They just told me to put a chip underneath every implant we do.  Now, give our patient a little gas, won’t you, Suzie?”

The nurse lowered a rubber mask over Nellie’s mouth and nose and the world soon disappeared.

And acrylic, clear, platform, stripper heels. Seriously. Everyone should have at least one pair. Ideally more.

Stalling

And my most recent (2009) piece. Slightly longer and really my best... wow. My best isn't all that good.... Still it's straight up bimbo transformation, this time via good old mind control! And still a hefty dose of academic humiliation in there! Nothing better than repetition for a really fresh story...

Just a quick note as I'm not sure how common the knowledge is. In the UK, when the medical students finish their finals, they have to ensure everything has been signed off by August or they miss the year's placements. This can lead to a weird sort of gap between practice and finishing their degree.... Saying that, this is probably self-explanatory in the flash, but that probably doesn't even really matter as the entirety is just a bit of nonsense.....um... hopefully entertaining nonsense... Stalling Hannah stamped a heel and pouted glossed lips No, no nooo! This couldn’t be happening, not another year! She only had a few more minutes to get across the city and if she didn’t make it, she condemned herself to even longer in this awkward half-life. She was supposed to be entering her second year of practice, thinking about a specialty and instead she had stalled in this predicament. It had all started when she had met David. She hadn’t meant to talk to him. She usually had no time for men full stop, not when she had a career to build. But there had been something about those eyes, something so intangibly intriguing as he blatantly stared across the pretentious hole-in-the-wall bar that the intellectuals and pseudo-intellectuals so often frequented. Even now she cursed her own folly. Their relationship…. Well, sex life, had been a whirlwind of passion. Even she had to admit that the sweaty nights on the run-up to finals had been fun. Hannah realised she was breathing heavily again. Below the hem of her flippy little skirt she could feel a spreading warmth. A spreading wetness that just begged her hand with its pretty pink nails to- NO! She had to move! David hadn’t liked it when she spurned some of his more amorous advances…Well, commands that she suck his cock. But she knew he would be understanding. She had finals to prepare for and medical school was no cake-walk. Not like whatever he was doing, some bizarre offshoot of psychi… psyoch… Urgh! It was sooooo hard to remember all the medical words with an entire year’s gap in her learning! And such a distracting feelings from her…. So wonderfully… FOCUS! She had of course passed, with honours, as expected. All she had to do was wait for the exit interview, a formality in truth, before choosing pretty much whatever placement she wanted. It was only natural to break things off with David. She was going on to greater things, while he seem a perennial student. And besides, he had seemed more aggressive since she had told him she needed to focus on exams and her career, especially when he fucked her in pub toilets and she had to scream and moan like the slut she… HURRY! Hannah couldn’t believe it when she missed the exit interview, and the rescheduled one! With the August hospital placements approaching and then passing, she was in total limbo. But it was OK. David reminded her that she could simply kill time for a year and then just enter her training programme a year later. Of course, in the interim she would have to work. The student loans company was not going to accept excuses from a qualified doctor after all! And it was sooo good of Davey to set her up with that salon job. Teaze was not a place she would have thought to look, all gaudy pink neon, cheap hair dyes and fake nails. But then again he was really smart with that sort of thing, just like when he explained that she did like it in the ass because she was such a dirty little tart and that was why she wore such ridiculously short skirts because she liked it when men looked at her and thought about ramming their cocks into her soppin… MOVE!  Davey was right about so many things it seemed. Hannah really liked her new job, even if the wage barely touched her loan repayments, especially since she had to spend so much on the clothes Davey said she needed. Slutty clothes for a slutty girl. Of course, she just had to save other ways. Letting the new shampoo girl do her hair and makeup for the interview rather than paying at the classy salon she used to go to, for example. Hannah just wished it hadn’t taken so long. But then she should have realised that going such a brassy blonde shade, having it permed and combed out and all that hairspray just eats up time! And of course the pink nail polish had to dry! As her 5’’ heels clacked and her chest jiggled beneath her tiny Hello Kitty! top, Hannah knew she had to go! As much fun as she had at Teaze, she really couldn’t have another year there! For starters she was really starting to pick up some of the girls’ bad habits. She caught herself inserting ‘like’ and ‘totally’ into her speech patterns. She often adopted an insipidly vapid upward inflection unless she concentrated. She was more likely to discuss celebrity boob-jobs than literature these days! And of course, she was certain, surely she never chewed so much bubblegum when she was studying? But that was only a small concern next to her debt. Davey had let her move in with him and that was totally cool! But he did have a lot of house rules. The morning blowjob. The evening striptease. He had to approve everything she wore and that was when she wore anything at home. It was a regular thing for her to spend all of her free time, like, naked. Usually with a cock in her. Or one of the vibrators Davey said she had to, like, practice with. To make sure she remembered how lucky she was to be fucked so hard and so often like a proper little fucktoy. Of course, Hannah remembered. She loved it when Davey would not even speak to her, but just bend her over the kitchen counter and just push her little thong to one side and then pound her until her tits were hitting the faux-marble and her knees felt so weak and her moans and squeals had…. As the bottle blonde shuddered, she knew her little g-string was soaked.  She knew she stank of sex. One look at her Barbie watch told her she was late already.

Love this entirely!

The Other Assumption Game

Since “The Assumption Game” has been popular recently, here’s the mind control/bimbo version.  

Post this to your blog if you want messages with assumptions about you that are either true or false.  

You will respond to each of these messages that the assumption made about you is true.  And for exactly one hour after your response, that assumption will become true for you, and you will act accordingly.  

Best Bimbofication Websites

You know I like the whole “good girl gone bimbo”-routine, but there’s a big problem.

There’s tons and tons of content about this out there, but i haven’t found a place, where all these websites are linked. The TG community is organized much better, which is why I was into TG content in the first place.

So I thought about opening my own little link-library of good bimbo (non-tg) websites right here. This post will be updated whenever I find a website that I want to keep or recommend. I’m starting right now with a rather small collection, but I already know a few other pages to add soon. Feel free to recommend sites for this list. UPDATE JULY 2015: Sadly we’ve lost a lot of good blogs in the last year. I just updated the list to only include still available websites. UPDATE MAY 2016: Added some new blogs. Please recommend more new blogs to me. I know there have been some new ones lately, but I didn’t keep track. So message me for any additions.

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The hottest part of this, for me, is the title! How excellent is the notion that an unwitting bimbo is now described as having 'The Hooters Girl Look'? There's possibly a story in that somewhere!