Finale: Krystal Bubblecum.

Narrator: The next day Miss Hellga took Cherie back to Dr Sharpe's office. The female doctor was looking forward to having Cherie back. The doctor had been given instructions to turn Cherie into a lesbian bimbo.

Dr Sharpe: "Good afternoon, Miss Cherie. Please, take a seat." She gestured to the plush chair in the corner of the room, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I trust you've had a chance to reflect on our last session?"

Maid Cherie: *nervously sits down, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her apron. She looks around the room, noticing the new array of devices set up since her last visit.* "I-I have, Dr. Sharpe."

Dr Sharpe: "Wonderful! I've prepared a special session for you today, Miss Cherie. We're going to explore the depths of your subconscious mind to uncover your hidden desires." She walks over to a tray of instruments, her heels clicking against the tiles, and selects a small, metallic object that reflects the soft glow of the room's lighting.

Dr Sharpe: "This is a very special tool. It's a hypnotic pendulum. You've seen these before, I'm sure. It's quite mesmerizing, isn't it?" She holds it up in front of Cherie's eyes, watching as they instinctively follow its gentle swinging motion.

Dr Sharpe: "Just focus on the pendulum, Miss Cherie. That's it. Let your mind relax and drift away. You're feeling very, very calm." Her voice is soothing, almost a whisper. She begins to count backwards from ten, her eyes never leaving Cherie's.

Dr Sharpe: "Ten...nine...eight...Your eyelids are getting heavier. Seven...six...five...You can't resist the pull of the pendulum. Four...three...two...One...Your eyes are closed now, and you're in a deep, tranquil state. You're only aware of my voice and the gentle sway of the pendulum."

Dr Sharpe: "Miss Cherie, can you hear me?"

Maid Cherie: *Her eyes remain closed, but she nods slightly.* "Yes, Dr. Sharpe."

Dr Sharpe: "Excellent. Now, Miss Cherie,you will finally forget being Christina Hewson and you will forget being Cherie the maid. You will forget everything and will embrace the new identity i give you."

Maid Cherie: *Her voice is faint, almost a whisper.* "Yes, Dr. Sharpe"

Dr Sharpe: "Good. Now, Miss Cherie, You new name is Krystal Bubblecum and you are a bimbo. You will walk and talk like a bimbo"

Maid Cherie: *Her eyes remain closed as she nods slowly.* "Krystal...Bubblecum...Bimbo..."

Dr Sharpe: "Perfect, Krystal. You are now a bimbo. You find pleasure in the simple things in life, and you adore attention from women. You crave the touch of a woman's hand, the sound of a woman's voice, and the feeling of a woman's love."

Maid Cherie: *Her breathing deepens, and a faint smile grazes her lips.* "Yes, Dr. Sharpe. I crave women... I am Krystal Bubblecum."

Dr Sharpe: "Very good, Krystal. Now, let's delve deeper. You are going to experience a profound transformation. Your thoughts, your desires, your very essence will be altered to suit your new identity. Can you feel it happening?"

Krystal Bubblecum: *Her body sags slightly in the chair, a look of pure bliss washing over her features.* "I-I feel it, Dr. Sharpe. It's like...like a warm, fuzzy blanket wrapping around me."

Dr Sharpe: "Wonderful, Krystal. Now, I'd like you to repeat after me. 'I am a dumb bimbo, and my favorite color is pink.'" She speaks slowly, enunciating each word with precision.

Krystal Bubblecum: *Her voice lilts up in a bubbly tone as she repeats Dr Sharpe's words.* "I am a dumb bimbo, and my favorite color is pink!"

Dr Sharpe: "Very good, Krystal. Now, let's reinforce your new identity. Whenever you hear the word 'bimbo', you will become more and more aroused, and your thoughts will focus solely on serving and pleasing women. Do you understand?"

Krystal Bubblecum: *Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she nods eagerly.* "Y-yes, Dr. Sharpe. I'll think about serving women when I hear 'bimbo'."

Dr Sharpe: "Excellent, Krystal. Now, as part of your transformation, we're going to enhance your physical attraction to the female form. You'll find yourself drawn to women's curves, their scent, and their soft touch. Tell me, do you feel any different yet?"

Krystal Bubblecum: *Her eyes flutter open briefly, revealing a dazed expression.* "Y-yes, Dr. Sharpe...I feel...strange. Tingly all over."

Dr Sharpe: "Ah, that's the neurochemical reprogramming at work, Krystal. Your body is adjusting to your new preferences. Now, let's continue with your transformation.

Dr Sharpe: "Whenever you see a beautiful woman, your heart will race, and your body will respond. You'll find yourself eager to serve and obey her every whim. Can you picture that, Krystal?"

Krystal Bubblecum: *Her cheeks flush a delicate shade of pink.* "I-I can, Dr. Sharpe. I w-want to serve them..."

Dr Sharpe: "Very good, Krystal. Now, as a bimbo, you will find yourself obsessed with your own appearance. You'll want to dress in the most revealing and feminine outfits possible to attract the attention of other women. You'll adore wearing lingerie, high heels, and makeup. Can you imagine how it would feel to be adored for your beauty?"

Krystal Bubblecum: *Her eyes widen slightly, and she nods emphatically.* "Oh, yes, Dr. Sharpe! I want to be pretty for them...to make them happy."

Dr Sharpe: "That's the spirit, Krystal. Now, let's work on your speech patterns. As a bimbo, your vocabulary will be limited, but you'll be incredibly adept at expressing yourself in a cute, flirty way. Repeat after me: 'Oh my gosh, she's so pretty, I just want to serve her all day!'"

Krystal Bubblecum: *Her speech is slightly slurred as she tries to mimic the doctor's tone.* "Oh my gosh, she's so pretty, I just wanna serve her all day!"

Dr Sharpe: "Perfect, Krystal. Your transformation is coming along splendidly. Now, let's make sure you remember your new identity. When you wake up, you will believe you are Krystal Bubblecum, a bimbo who lives to serve and pleasure women. Can you repeat that back to me?"

Krystal Bubblecum: *Her voice is dreamy and compliant.* "I am Krystal Bubblecum, a bimbo who lives to serve and pleasure women."

Dr Sharpe: "Very good, Krystal. Now, I will count from one to ten and you will wake as Krystal."

Dr Sharpe: "One...Two...Three...You're feeling more and more like your new self. Four...Five...Your mind is clear of your past life. Six...Seven...You're becoming one with Krystal."

Dr Sharpe: "Eight...Nine...Ten. Welcome back, Krystal Bubblecum!"

Krystal Bubblecum: *Her eyes pop open, and she sits up straight in the chair, blinking rapidly. She looks down at herself in confusion, taking in the maid's uniform she still wears.* "Wait, what? Did something happen?"

Krystal Bubblecum: "Oh my gosh, Dr. Sharpe."

Dr Sharpe: "Yes, Krystal? Is there something you'd like to tell me?"

Krystal Bubblecum: *Her eyes widen in realization, and she giggles.* "Oh, I remember now! I'm a bimbo who loves to serve women!" She stands up from the chair, wobbling slightly on her heels, a newfound energy pulsating through her.

Dr Sharpe: "Very good, Krystal. Your transformation is almost complete. But before we wrap up today's session, let's make sure you truly understand your new role." She walks over to a nearby console and presses a button, causing the room's walls to shift, revealing a wardrobe filled with lingerie and feminine clothing. "Choose an outfit that you think represents your new identity, and let's see how well you've embraced your inner bimbo."

Krystal Bubblecum: *Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she sashays over to the wardrobe, her hips swaying exaggeratedly. She giggles as she sifts through the garments, her hands lingering over the lace and silk.*

Krystal Bubblecum: "Oh my gosh, Dr. Sharpe, these are all so pretty!" She pulls out a skimpy, pink lingerie set with a matching pair of platform heels. "Could I, like, totally wear this?"

Dr Sharpe: "Of course, Krystal. That's the point of the exercise. Choose the outfit that makes you feel most like the bimbo you are. Remember, the more you embrace your new identity, the stronger the transformation will hold." She smiles knowingly, watching Krystal's excitement grow as she examines each piece.

Krystal Bubblecum: "Okay, I think this one's totally gonna do it!" She holds up the pink lingerie set against her body, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. She slips into the set with surprising ease, the garments seemingly made just for her. The heels are a bit trickier, but she manages to wobble over to a full-length mirror, her eyes lighting up as she takes in her reflection.

Dr Sharpe: "Very nice, Krystal," Dr. Sharpe says, her smile widening as she observes the transformation. "But a true bimbo's outfit isn't complete without a skirt and blouse. Let's find you something in your favorite colors." She opens the wardrobe further, revealing a rainbow of fabrics and styles. "What are your favorite colors, Krystal?"

Krystal Bubblecum: *Her eyes light up like a child in a candy store.* "Oh, I totally love pink and white! They're so...so...*giggle*...so pretty!" She stumbles over to the wardrobe, her new heels still a bit unsteady under her. She digs through the hangers, her eyes widening as she finds a short, fluffy pink skirt and a sheer white blouse with pink lace trim. "Oh, these are, like, the best!"

Dr Sharpe: "Wonderful choices, Krystal. The pink and white will complement your new identity perfectly." She watches with an amused smirk as Krystal eagerly tries to put on the skirt, her movements slightly clumsy due to the unfamiliar attire. "Allow me to help you."

Dr Sharpe: *With a graceful stride, she approaches Krystal, taking the garments from her trembling hands.* "Let's get you dressed properly, shall we?" She assists Krystal into the skirt, her fingertips brushing against the soft skin of her thighs as she pulls it up to her waist. The skirt flares out, accentuating Krystal's newfound curves. "Now for the blouse."

Dr Sharpe: "Raise your arms, darling," she instructs, her voice a velvety purr. She helps Krystal slip into the sheer white top, the pink lace playing peekaboo with her skin. The buttons are a bit fiddly, but with Dr. Sharpe's guidance, she manages to get it on, her cleavage displayed to perfection. "How do you feel, Krystal?"

Krystal Bubblecum: *Looks at herself in the mirror, her eyes sparkling.* "Oh my gosh, I feel like a...like a bimbo!" She giggles, twirling around in her new outfit. The fabric whispers against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. "This is like, totally me!"

Dr Sharpe: "You do look the part, Krystal," Dr. Sharpe says with a nod of approval. "But let's not forget the finishing touches." She opens a drawer and pulls out a tray of makeup. "Makeup is crucial to enhance a bimbo's beauty. Watch me, and I'll show you how to apply it."

Narrator: Over the next week Krystal under went sugery to give her bigger breasts from a C cup to a DD cup. Her ass was increased in size and her hair dyed in platinum blonde. Miss Helga is impressed as she looks at Krystal. The transformation is complete no longer standing before was Christina Hewson but the bimbo Krystal Bubblecum.

Miss Helga: "Krystal, darling, you look absolutely stunning," Miss Helga gushed, her eyes raking over Krystal's enhanced figure. "Now we will take you to your new home where you will make me a lot of money serving women"

Krystal Bubblecum: "Oh, Miss Helga, I'm so happy!" She twirled in her new outfit, the pink skirt flaring around her hips. "I can't wait to make all the ladies happy!"

Narrator: Miss Helga linked her arm through Krystal's, guiding her through the bustling streets of the city. The air was filled with the scent of fresh flowers, and the warm sun kissed their skin. As they approached a sleek apartment building, the stark contrast of its modern design against the quaint surrounding shops made it stand out like a beacon of luxury.

Narrator: The elevator doors whispered shut, and the pair ascended to the top floor. The doors slid open, revealing a hallway painted in the soft hues of dawn, adorned with plush, pink carpeting. The walls were lined with framed images of beautiful, powerful women, their eyes seeming to follow Krystal as they walked. The scent of vanilla wafted through the air, adding to the dreamlike atmosphere.

Narrator: As they stepped into the apartment, the transformation was complete. Every surface, from the walls to the furniture, was adorned in a symphony of pink and white. The room was a vision of sugary sweetness, designed to embody the essence of a bimbo's paradise. A plush, heart-shaped bed dominated one wall, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a stunning view of the city below.

Miss Helga: "Welcome home, Krystal," Miss Helga said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "This is where you'll be living from now on, serving the women who come to visit." She gestured around the room with a flourish, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Krystal Bubblecum: "Oh wow, Miss Helga, it's so...so pink!" She spun around, her eyes wide with wonder, her hands reaching out to touch the soft, velvety surfaces. "This is totally like my dream place!"

Krystal Bubblecum: *Her gaze falls on a vanity table laden with an assortment of cosmetics and styling tools. She rushes over, her heels clicking on the floor.* "Can I, like, play with these?" She picked up a tube of shimmering lip gloss, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Miss Helga: "Yes, Krystal. This is your playground. You will learn to enhance your beauty for your new life," she says, her voice a mix of command and encouragement. "But remember, your primary function is to serve and pleasure the women who visit you here. You must always look your best."

Krystal Bubblecum: *Her eyes light up with excitement as she sashays over to the vanity, setting the lip gloss down gently.* "I promise, Miss Helga! I'll make sure to always look pretty for the ladies!" She picks up a hairbrush, stroking it through her long, platinum locks with a practiced ease.

Narrator: Miss Helga smiles, patting Krystal's cheek lightly. "Good girl," she says, her eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and greed. She then pulls out her phone and sends the text to Greta before backing out of the room, leaving Krystal to explore her new domain.

Narrator: The door clicks shut behind Miss Helga, leaving Krystal to wander her new, overwhelmingly pink surroundings. She giggles to herself, feeling like she's stepped into a fantasy world.

Narrator: Krystal Bubblecum: *Her eyes flit around the room, landing on the heart-shaped bed. She hops onto it, bouncing slightly, the mattress squeaking under her.* "This is, like, so comfy!" She says, her voice filled with wonder. She runs her hands over the soft, pink comforter, feeling the plush material between her fingers. So Krystal's new life began with never a thought for Sappho Enterprises or her former life as an educated woman. THE END

"Thank you everyone who read and liked this story"