Lisa isn’t done yet…

As the reality of your transformation sank in, your mind raced with thoughts of what this new life would be like. You knew you were now Candy, a woman who craved the attention and dominance of men. And not just any man, but Brad, your best friend. The idea of calling him, of asking him out on a date, filled you with a mix of excitement and dread. But mostly, you knew you would love it. You had to love it. It was what you were made for.

“Now what does Brad like in a woman Candy.” Lisa asked you.

You thought hard, trying to remember the conversations you’ve had with Brad, the way he used to look at you, and the things he’d say when talking about other girls. “Brad likes blondes with big boobs and a bubbly personality, Lisa. He enjoys when they’re eager to please and always dressed in something cute and revealing,” you replied, your voice still high-pitched and obedient.

Lisa’s eyes lit up with an evil glint. “Oh my god, that’s you to a T!” she exclaimed. “You love wearing cute revealing shit, don’t you slut. You’re eye Candy… you need bigger boobs. Much bigger!” Her hand gestured dramatically, as if sculpting the perfect pair of breasts in the air.

You felt a strange pressure in your chest as the transformation continued. Your breasts grew, filling out and becoming more voluptuous by the second. They ballooned until they were almost comically large, bouncing slightly with each breath you took. You looked down at your new assets, unable to resist the urge to cup them and feel their weight. The sensation was strange, but also incredibly arousing.

“Does he like smart girls or really dumb bimbos…” Lisa prompted.

Lisa's question snapped you out of your reverie. You paused, considering Brad's preferences. "Brad thinks it's funny when girls are a bit... ditsy," you said, your voice dripping with sugary sweetness. "He likes them to be pretty and a little clueless, but eager to learn from him."

“Again. You’re like that, aren’t you Candy? Dumb as heck,” The syndrome continued to affect your thoughts.

You nodded eagerly, your mind racing with the knowledge that you were now a vacuous bimbo slut, eager to be Brad’s plaything. “Yes, Lisa. I love being dumb for Brad. It makes him feel so smart and in charge,” you said, your voice a high-pitched giggle.

“And does he like submissive girls!? You know, leashed, hogtied and cuffed…”

Lisa's question was rhetorical, but you couldn't help but nod your head enthusiastically. The idea of being submissive to Brad was now deeply embedded in your psyche. "Oh yes, Lisa, Brad loves it when girls are submissive," you said, your voice now a breathy whisper. "It makes him feel like such a man."

“But I want you to remember you were Luke. When you’re all tied up, a hogtied slut loving being fucked doggy style, I want you to remember that you were a man. That you had a cock and used to be a womaniser and that’s why you’re a bimbo slut. A want you to remember with all your faculties and intelligence for one hour after every orgasm… and if you keep orgasming you can be Luke… aren’t I nice?”

As the transformation continued, your thoughts grew more and more scattered. It was like trying to hold onto a handful of sand in a hurricane. The more you resisted, the more your mind slipped away.

“Who are you?”

The question echoed through the void of your mind, a faint whisper of your former self struggling against the tide of change. But it was quickly drowned out by the eager anticipation of your new identity. You were Candy, a bimbo slut with an insatiable appetite for cock, and you were going to make Brad the happiest man alive. “Candy!”

As you stood there, your thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and arousal, Lisa leaned in closer, her breath hot on your neck. "Let's make sure Brad recognizes you, shall we?" she said, her fingers tracing a line down your body to the juncture of your thighs. She played with your new pussy.

"Oh, and Candy, I almost forgot," Lisa said, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "You're going to love cleaning. You're going to want to be the best maid Brad has ever seen. You'll do anything to make him happy, even if it means getting down on your hands and knees and scrubbing his floors with your tongue."

Your thoughts were a jumble of excitement and fear as you nodded. "Yes, Lisa. I want to be the best maid for Brad. I'll do whatever he says," you responded, your voice now a bimbo-like squeak. The idea of serving Brad in such a degrading way filled you with a thrill that you couldn't explain.

Lisa took a step back to admire her handiwork. "Perfect," she said with a wicked laugh. "Now, after I finish with you I want you to go and get dressed. You've got a date to prepare for. Remember that ridiculous maids outfit you bought me. Wear that… but I want to see how you’ll react after your first slut orgasm. This is going to be fun…”