Not too long ago I was transformed my cursed dildo into a bimbo. I tried to fight it, but sadly, I succumbed to its power, and for months I was one of the biggest bimbos at school. One day, for no apparent reason at all, my mind got clear, and I stopped being a bimbo. I was still Amy, I had her body, but I was no longer fixated with having sex. All of my friends, who had gone through the same changes, never recovered, they were still bimbos. Nobody seemed to have memory of our former selves, it was like we had always been bimbos. The worst part was when my brother got transformed into a bimbo too.
I didn’t know if I so called freedom will last, so I spent all the time I could finding more about the dildo. One day as I was looking through my parents attic, I found all kinds of sexy clothes. I couldn’t beleive my mother used to be a bimbo too. Then I found an album, and in it, there was a picture of my mom holding the pink dildo. “Shit! my mom was transformed too?” I started to come to the realization that whatever made my mom stop being a bimbo, did the same to me too.
While looking at the sexy clothes, I started to remember how good it felt to be a bimbo. I grabbed one of the clothes, and wore it. It was very revealling. I couldn’t believe how sexy it was, I looked at myself in the mirror, and while holding my breasts, I imagined having sex. I got so wet, that I could feel my own come dripping through my own leg. I wasn’t back to being a bimbo, but I sure missed being one. “Maybe I should …” I said outloud. I grabbed a coat, and wore it over my current outfit. I walked downstairs and called my friends Kim, Kat, Jane, well, all of them, “guess who’s back” I told them. They were so happy, they came home aand picked me up. We went to a club, and got in an orgy with some random guys.
I wasn’t back to being a bimbo. Far from it, actually, I was just pretending. But it just felt so good being one of them. And it sure helped being the smartest of the bunch. I giggled at the thought of what the future awaited me.
