Giving it a shot

"I'll give this one a shot." you announce and pick the book up. You make your way over to what you can only assume to be the register, only to be shooed over to a table. Already, there's someone at the table. They appear to be reading 'Sisterhood of American Geishas'. You leave them to that and take a seat.

Brad Williams knew he had fucked up the moment his eyes fluttered open.

Just from the weight on his chest alone, the little voice in his head was telling him to bail. He ignored that voice though.

"Barbie, dear?"

Turning to his right, he came upon the large mass beside him. Giving it a slight poke, it came to life and pushed the covers away. Already, he knew. Locks of blonde hair with pink highlights. Starry blue eyes, with pink lips and pristine skin, Add in the pretty nightgown that highlighted her D-cups, it made for such a beautiful bimbo.

"Yes, Bambi?"

He didn't even try to do the voice. Yet, it still came out. **** of habit really.

"You're like, not quite her now." Bambi muttered, face puffing up and growing red. "I want Barbie back!"

Brad took a deep breath. Part of him didn't blame the ditzy bimbo for feeling that way. Especially as the memories of lesbian sex flowed back in. He didn't know his body was even capable of doing such movements. Which made it all the sadder that it had to end.

"Totally become her, fully."

The words roll right on out of the bimbo's mouth. Here Brad now stood, false breasts and clubbing outfit (purple leopard blouse and matching short skirt with a set of purple fishnets and purple leopard heels). But this was just one outfit of a small secretive collection that the CEO of a major financial business. Of which Bambi served as his secretary.

"You can't be serious." Brad remarked, watching Bambi lean forward. Their lips met, the embrace that followed being far more feminine and erotic than the CEO had intended. "Okay. I'll become Barbie. Just for you."

Bambi perked up.

"Like, let's get started then!"