Total. Bimbo. Slut.

“I gave you the benefit of a doubt, but I guess you really were better off as…what did you call yourself? A total bimbo slut? I’ll see you tomorrow, Lana. I’ll be interested to see what you make of the new, permanent you!” Joanna made a few final selections on the device and tucked it away. As she let the bathroom door swing closed behind her, you felt the familiar hazy fog from earlier begin to envelop your mind once again as you started to drop IQ points. You stood up, disoriented, and noticed that your clothes had once again changed. You had on a much-too-tight top that made your nipples all too noticeable.

A glance down told you that you were now wearing jean shorts that your ass was very much hanging out of. They were so…slutty.

You were, like, sooo sexy! No! You had to fight it, you had to fight the changes. Suddenly you felt a hard lump in the pockets of your shorts. You pulled it out. It was the device! But like didn’t Joanna totally take the device with her? You think back to your experience with the genie, the experience that had started all of this. I want to be able to change my body however I want, whenever I want! That was it! Whenever you want! Either the device had appeared in your pocket when Joanna left, or a copy had appeared to replace the lost one. You hoped it was the first possibility, but it didn’t matter right now. You had to revert the mental changes, then you could revert the damage Joanna had, like, caused. You turned on the device, and were met with a pop-up. A protected session is expiring. Please confirm identity. Joanna had mentioned this! You tried holding the device up to your face, but it buzzed.

Face not recognised. Please try again. Like, you’re such a dummy! Of course that wouldn’t work, your face was like, super different now! You saw a small button below the pop up that read Press for voice recognition and remembered how Joanna had tricked you into accessing the mental menus. You clicked the button and was met with a voice emanating from the device. “Please state your name.” Your name? “Wana,” you said confidently, your pillowy lips awkwardly forming the word. The device buzzed. The timer on the screen counted down. 20. 19. 18. You racked your brain, beating through the rapidly forming haze as Joanna’s changes started to take hold. Like, your name?

15. 14. 13. You struggled through your thick lips, but you succeeded in getting out a strained but correctly pronounced “Lana.” The machine buzzed again. 10. 9. 8. _Like, _what was wrong with this stupid thingy?!

Lana was your name, wasn’t it? It was such a cute name! But it was wrong. It was wrong. Lana wasn’t your real name. What was the truth? 5. 4. 3. Through the clouds in your mind you finally grasped it. “Lance,” you gasped, too late, as the timer hit zero and the device buzzed. It was, like, locked, or something? You thought that’s what that symbol meant. You tapped around on the suddenly unfamiliar thing in your hands. A bunch of words you didn’t recognise were all over the screen. What was this, some kind of nerdy book thing? Ew. You tossed the offending object aside and left the bathroom, shrugging off your top along the way. Why were you even, like, wearing so many clothes anyway?

A burning heat began to form between your legs that you knew you needed to satisfy soon. You didn’t know where you were headed, but you hoped there were tons of cute guys there! And maybe some girls too…after all, you were a total bimbo slut.

Ending 1: Total Bimbo Slut

I hope y’all enjoyed this branch! This is the core branch, the “canon ending,” you might say. I’ll start writing some alternate paths, but if there’s a specific direction for this story that you want to see, please leave a comment on the relevant chapter suggesting what the next branch should be! Feedback is encouraged. Or, why not try writing it yourself? Anything is possible here! :)