A bimbo makeover (switch to Caroline POV)

You look at the list. Pink lipstick. Platinum blonde hair dye, thick eyelashes, stiletto heels, and more.

You see what's happening. He's making you into a blonde bimbo. He's dehumanizing and degrading you. He's turning you into a sex object.

And there's a part of you, deep down inside of you, that jumps for joy.

You've known it all your life, or at least since you started fucking in high school. Nothing ever made you as happy, as purely ecstatic as the idea of turning someone on. Nothing has ever fulfilled you as much as being an object of desire.

You've even cum just from the thought of walking into a room and watching the cocks rise.

It's a part of you you've kept buried for too long. You thought something would come along and make you feel as fulfilled, as useful as fucking did. But nothing could. Not having a successful job. Nothing being married. Not even having kids. What a horrible thing to think. But no matter how hard you try to suppress it, the truth lives deep within you. It's time you let it out, let it wash all over you. It's time you gave into it.

You get into your car, list in hand, your heart pounding. You glance at your cum and juice covered face in the rear-view mirror. You think you look beautiful. You look right.

So you start driving, thinking nonstop about what life lies ahead of you and how it's quite possibly the life you've always wanted. You wonder how far your new master will take your transition. Just lipstick and hair dye? Will he buy you big new tits? Will he buy you big pouty dick sucking lips?

You cannot help but slip your hand down into your pants again. There's an impossible itch down there. But you do your best to follow your man's orders. You may rub. But you must not cum. He'd never know if you came. But no, you have to do this in good faith. And you know he will reward you.

So you rub. And you drive, heading toward a place where you can pick up all of your items. And you begin to fidget in your seat. Your whole body is hot. Your teeth chatter. You rub. You rub.

Your mind is a wild mess. You wonder how many people you'll be shared with. How many men. How many women. He's already promised to share you with your kids. Surely nothing could be dirtier. And the fact that nothing could be dirtier makes you excited. You can't help it. You feel right being dirty.

You wonder if your kids, Shannon, Joey and Zoe might feel the way you do. Maybe this mindset, this perversion is hereditary. If they do, then you're about to give them a gift. Or rather, your master is about to give them a gift. Images flash into your head. Joey's erect cock. Shannon's wet pussy. Zoe covered in cum. You will see these things.

You will, in fact, see so many cocks and cunts. You will eat them all, you hope. You will become to biggest slut on the planet.

The thought is too much to bear. You rub harder and harder. You close your eyes in a moment of ecstasy.

And your drive suddenly encounters a bit of trouble.