B.I.M.B.O. Projects

Brandy Kelvar had been a member of the popular girls in high school, and the queen bee of her clique. She had… numerous individuals into doing most of her schoolwork, managed to bribe several members of her school (including the vice-principal) into editing her grades, and had almost conned that geek girl named Carina into giving her the free ride she had gotten to college. Almost everything was going to plan, who cared what the new government mandates regarding education and high school were, chances were none of them would have anything to do with her. Graduation was just about to start, and she was going to be set for life thanks to being the favorite child of her parents, they would be giving her a lot of cash to blow on whatever she wanted as her “reward” for dealing with mandatory education. And the best part was she had just turned 18 the day before school officially got out.

Brandy sat in her chair waiting to be called with smug satisfaction, she might not have gotten any accolades, which would have been a nice bonus, but at least she managed to graduate with better than usual passing marks. Or so she thought until something she hadn’t anticipated, the principal called her up to the stage with a stern expression, she hadn’t managed to find a way to manipulate her decisions to her benefit, it would have been nice to have both the principal and vice-principal in her pocket but Principal Marisha Hartveil was one of those educators that took her job intensely seriously. Given the reputation of the school before the principal had come there, it made sense why she was assigned to the school.

When Brandy got to the top of the stage, she was greeted by the principal holding the accurate transcript of her four years at the high school, mostly Ds and Fs with a few Cs and a solitary B in that fluff acting class she took because her parents said she needed some sort of extracurricular, in one hand and a form that said she had been awarded a scholarship to the new Bimbo University. Why did they officially call it that, did the people in charge not know the cono… how the FUCK did the principal have an accurate account of Brandy’s entire high school life’s grades? How did she get a scholarship to a college with grades that would have seen her kicked out or repeating courses? She had wondered why everyone else in the class had been called up before her, even the ones with family names that started with letters in the alphabet much further back than hers.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” started the principal, “Ms. Kevlar has been selected to be one of the pilot students of the new government mandates. In accordance with the law, her family has been notified well in advance and their appropriate compensation will be delivered to them later today.” Brandy’s eyes bugged and she turned her attention to her parents and younger brother in the stands, the fools were all grinning like idiots that got told they have the run of an entire ice cream factory. “As such,” continued the principal, “she will be taken to the school for her special orientation and its special protocols will be initiated as well. The individuals responsible for trying to pull the little con with her within this school’s administration have been apprehended and are being assessed now, rest assured they will be given appropriate punishments.”

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Fifteen minutes after the ceremony, Brandy found herself loaded onto an audaciously pink bus covered in bright red lips and the kinds of attire you would find on strippers, so much she couldn’t find any wording to state what sort of bus this was. Once she was on the bus, which seemed to be driven by a rather buxom blond woman in icy blue lingerie, she found a seat and was immediately strapped in by an automated seat belt buckling system. Brandy had a bad feeling about this.

“Okay, like hi,” said the woman in the driver’s seat, “my name is Candy and you’re all in for the funnest time of your lives.” Oh no, she even talked like an airheaded bimbo, “I didn’t go the big learning place, like all of you, I was a girl that that was bad with the law and sent to their super special place for making bad girls into better girls.” And they were being driven by an ex-convict that seemed to lack enough brain power to actually operate anything more complicated than a doorknob but would still get lost on how to operate the door. Suddenly the bus started up, “Like, I’m not driving this, they just told me to sit in the chair before you all got on.”

Brandy took a quick look around, there were 13 other girls on the bus. Brandy was one of 7 white girls, there were 3 dark-skinned girls (one had skin that looked like mocha chocolate), 2 Hispanic girls, and the last girl looked like she might be of mixed heritage. Brandy didn’t like where this was going, especially since there was no way anyone would be as stupid as the woman that introduced herself as “Candy” seemed to be. The bus was now moving, and the windows suddenly went all black.

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After what felt like hours on the road, the bus finally came to a stop and the seat belts came off of everyone, the windows were still an opaque black. The girls all loaded off the bus, only to be met by an imposing bubblegum pink building with some sexy-looking scientist ladies out front. Looks like the place had an aesthetic they decided to commit to. The three female scientists said nothing and ushered the girls into the building. As soon as all the girls were inside, they were greeted by a sterile white and gray room with a single door in front and what looked like a chute of some kind to the left and right of them. Once all the girls were inside, the doors closed behind them and the sound of doors locking could be heard. One of the scientists appeared on a monitor they hadn't noticed on the wall in front of them that was up at least 20 feet.

“Greetings, ladies,” said the woman in a Welsh accent, “you have all been chosen as the first students at Bimbo University, you’ll spend the next 4 years here learning what empty-headed girls like you are meant to be doing, but before that, we’ll need to have you relieve all your attire in the chutes to the left and right of you, in addition to any other personal effects and jewelry, especially piercings, in the baskets provided,” a pair of metal mesh baskets appeared in the wall next to the chutes. After that, you’ll be taken to your special orientation before you can experience the rest of your school life here. You all failed marvelously in academia, in different ways, your graduation from this institute is your first real step to genuinely contributing to society.”

Not seeing any other option, the 14 girls did as instructed and stripped down, they all had amazing figures, the kind that had Brandy feeling jealous for a few brief moments. Once they were all completely nude and devoid of everything on the outside of their bodies, the doors in front of them opened and they were down a narrow hall to another door. It was after that, that things went black, they all fell .

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Brandy woke up in a strange chair, strapped down securely at both her arms and legs and with some sort of visored helmet on her head. She couldn’t even move her head, or even see if her companions were in similar situations. Brandy was not happy with this at all, what sort of orientation was this? Why was she in some sort of brainwashing story scenario?

A muffled female voice, just enough that no tone or accent could get through but enough to mostly make out the words being said by them, was then suddenly heard, “...good, they’re all secured, it’s so much of a pain that they have to be awake for this but it’s at least entertaining. Alright, girls, here’s the deal, we need to make sure your heads are properly empty of unnecessary thoughts and memories, it makes rewriting your personalities into the designated bimbos that you have been decided to be easier. Your new personality engrams are an algorithm we have loaded into each of your individual helmets, your parents and guardians were given the opportunity to decide your new bimbo personalities and designations, and none turned down the opportunity. You will also be outfitted with new names, once again decided by your families and guardians, these will be downloaded into your mind’s sense of identity, after we’ve purged your minds of all unnecessary engrams. Don’t worry, they won’t be going to waste, they’ll be handed off to the proper authorities and organizations to make better use of than what you did with them.” After that Brandy went blank.