Yes, make me a bimbo!

"Yes," you reply to the mirror. Christina also accepts.

Your chair tilts back slightly, and there are whirring noises and mechanisms extend from the ceiling and the chair base, bending and arcing towards you in a fiendish manner. Sensing your unease, Michael calls out, "Don't worry. This is perfectly normal. Just close your eyes and go with it."

Dexterous arms swoop down and apply the makeup, pluck your eyebrows, **** open your mouth, and pierce your tongue. They insert the stud and the hoop earrings.

You feel other arms tear away your bikini, leaving your naked and exposed. A nozzle applies the spray tan evenly, not just to your face but your entire body. Another device, perhaps having sensed the disorder down there, presses itself against your mons. You feel a momentary tingle, and when it lifts up, you pussy is bare--not just shaved, you know, but completely depilated like a good bimbo should be.

Scissors and combs skilfully cut and style your hair into its new bangs look. Meanwhile, the fabric of the chair ... shifts. It starts to surround you, sliding across and around your chest and ass. This lasts only a moment, however, and when it withdraws you can see that it has somehow wrapped you in the halter you saw in the mirror. Your bottom half is covered by a tight, shiny black skirt, and you can feel a tiny thong riding up your ass.

The chair tilts up as it completes your transformation. The lights around the mirror dim, revealing your true reflection in its glory. "Thank you for participating in this test of our line of Complete Makeover products. Please remember to fill in your feedback form, and have a nice day."

You study yourself in the mirror for a moment. "Incredible," you say, only it comes out "incweddible," your plush new lips and tongue stud conspiring to give you an adorable lisp.

Next to you, Christina giggles, her voice somewhat higher-pitched than before. "Gawd, like, we're total bimbos now, Ally."

You spin around and stand up, unsteady for a moment. You don't just look different; you feel different. Just how complete is this makeover?

As if he read your mind, Michael comes up to you and takes you and Christina in his arms. You snuggle against his welcome embrace. "It's a shame the effects of the testing suite are only temporary. They should wear off in an hour or so--that's something we're working on, trying to extend their effectiveness so that they last at least a couple of days before you need to visit for a touch-up. But until they do wear off, the two of you are going to look, and act, like perfect little bimbos."

"Shit!" you say. "What will my dad say when he sees me like this?"

"Don't worry. I know for a fact your father is going to be busy well into the night. This is just the tip of the iceberg as far as our projects go, you know. There are far more ... **** ... efforts underway that require his full attention."

You look up at him. He seems a lot smarter now. You wonder why you were so harsh before. "Thanks, Michael. You're really cute."

"Sure I am, sweetie. And you're both sexy as hell. What do you say we go to my quarters, and we put those new lips of yours to good use?"

With that, Michael guides you out of the lab facilities and into the nearby set of huts constructed for the lab personnel. His room is small but more than sufficient for your needs. He wastes no time setting the two of you to sucking his dick again, something you're both more than happy to do. Unlike last time, you let him lead you completely. You have no will to disobey or take control: he is the man, the master, and he's in charge.

After he cums all over your pretty bimbo face, he commands you to strip Christina out of her clothes. The two of you make out with each other in front of him, competing to see who can be the best bimbo and get fucked by him.