For the most part

As the elevator door opened on John's floor, She heard that a few children were loudly running out of sight in the hallway towards the elevator. John quickly pulled up her shorts and buttoned them up before the children got around the corner, saving them from a face full of bimbo butt.

Not that her scantily dressed body didn't stop them in their tracks as they saw her come out of the elevator. They were two somewhat familiar kids, around seven years old, one boy and one girl, belonging to two different families in the same part of the building.

John smiled and ruffled their hair as she walked between them towards her own apartment. As she got to a corner she turned around and saw the two children were standing slack jawed, glancing away as she caught them staring at her. As John got out of sight she sighed and upped her pace, losing her tattle tail tails and quickly locking herself into her own place.

She leaned against the door, closed her eyes and took a few slow breaths to think. "Okay... well, like, shit, but okay," she said in a hushed tone as John realized she needed to see herself to think and moved towards the bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror, she gazed at her tits again. They were big and full and stole a lot of attention. As she fished them out of her top and began playing around with them, she had to concede they were pretty damn sweet.

"Yeah, look at your big dumb udders, you blow up doll," she muttered to herself as she began handling them more roughly, tweaking her nipples and getting aroused. Some part of her knew she probably should use the app and do something else, but she found herself compelled by her libido to de-stress a little from the experience.

After all, she had turned into a bimbo. That seemed like a rational way to clear her mind when stuck in difficult situations. At least it immediately felt like a very good way to figure out what to do next