Bimbo

One of Alex’s biggest fetishes was that of turning into a dumb, ditzy whore. Be it to himself or to others, it always got him going. And with this book, it was entirely possible to make it happen.

New Rule: Alex Aphros is a stereotypical bimbo. His room, possessions, and clothing reflect this.

His room rippled like it was a pond and a rock was just thrown in. He could see things changing and colors shifting, but nothing came through clearly enough for him to identify. His own body rippled along with his room, and he felt his mind ripple too.

When all was said and done, Alex’s room looked like bimbo paradise. Pink walls and white ceiling, several dressers and vanities overflowing with clothes, products, and ‘toys.’ His bed had changed into a four poster, maybe twice as large as his old bed and covered in fluffy blankets and silk sheets, all in pink and white.

He looked around, his body feeling different as he moved, and saw a mirror. Walking over, he inspected himself in the reflection.

He was exactly like he had imagined. The perfect bimbo.

His- Her face was perfection. Plump lips set into a natural pout, a slight gap between them where they refused to meet. A button nose took the center of her face, two baby-blues to each side. There was a surprising lack of stereotypical makeup, but it was more than made up for by the pink of her lips and the natural thickness of her lashes.

Platinum blonde hair trailed down her back in waves, the ends reaching the backs of her knees. She was wearing a hairband, colored hot pink and holding her hair out of her face.

Her chest was almost obnoxiously large, what had to be at least G-Cup tits wobbling on her chest, straining against the tight fabric of the loose spaghetti-strap sleeveless crop top she was wearing, the bottom of the white article barely covering the underside of her breasts. Her waist below the massive melons was waspishly thin, leading down to wide hips and a generously curved backside. Alex giggled as a little bounce showed a shaking in her ass.

Her lower end was covered by a pink skirt, resting high on her hips and barely long enough to cover the swell of her ass cheeks, though it somehow managed. A slight breeze from the AC sent a chill across her new cunt, revealing to her the fact that she was entirely commando.

Long, long legs of smooth, hairless flesh trailed down to petite feet encased in white platform heels, which pushed her heels at least five inches higher than the balls of her feet.

Just looking at her perfect body made her new pussy start to drip, lubrication starting to leak down her thighs. She didn’t even try to wipe it away, so preoccupied was she in staring at her body.

Then, the mental changes hit.

She stumbled over herself as a wave of dizziness overcame her, what felt like a pink fog rolling in to cover her mind from herself.

It lasted only a few moments, but when it was over, Alex was no more.

Lexi blinked at the ceiling. “Like, why am I on the floor?”

She sat up with her hand rubbing at her forehead as she tried to remember how she ended up on the floor, but she couldn’t think of anything. Eventually, she shrugged, her worry dissipating into pink glitter in her mind. “Oh well! I’m sure it’s fine.

Standing up, Lexi looked around with a finger on her lips, wondering what she was doing before now. She saw a book on her vanity, and she was confused because she didn’t think she’d seen it before.

Moving to it, she looked at the words on the page. “‘I am a bimbo?’ Yeah? That’s, like, always been true.” Vague recollections entered her mind, and she lit up. “Oh, right! This can, like, change things! With rules!” She pouted as best she could. “I don’t like rules, but I guess I can make an… an… I can use it anyway!”

She reached out to grab the book, but before she could make contact, the book rippled. Lexi squeaked in surprise and reeled her hand back, but the rippling stoped before she’d completed the motion.

Now, instead of a leather bound book, there was a smartphone in a hot pink case resting there, the notes app open with the keyboard open.

Lexi blinked at the sudden change before her face lit up. “Yay! I have a phone!” Grabbing the device, she tried to look around on the screen, but the notes app wouldn’t close. Furrowing her brows, she scrolled up and saw the same rules that were written in the book.

“Ohhh,” Lexi said, her eyes wide. “That book tra… trans… like, changed!” Scrolling back down the page, she hummed. “I should do something,” she told herself.

Thinking as hard as she was able, she finally got an idea. “I know!” Putting her fingers to the screen, she began to type.