“Dude, I told you these online dating stuff sucks. That girl isn’t going to show up” my friend told me. In a way, I agreed with him, but I was afraid to admit it. Maybe Amy didn’t even exist, maybe it was just a frat guy pretending to be a girl. I could only hope Amy was indeed real, and that she would really show up at my doorstep like she promised.
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 have always wondered why my roommate seems to disappear everytime my girlfriend shows up. “You don’t like her? don’t you?” I confronted him. But he couldn’t come up with a straight answer. “Fine, if you want to leave, just leave” I told him, but he said he was going to be up in his room just playing videogames. I didn’t tell him, but I hid a camera in his room. I didn’t know what I would find out, but I just did so. I heard him turning on his console, a few minutes later my girlfriend Amy showed up. She looked even hotter than usual.
I got a message from Amy, my ex, “where are you? came home looking for you” she said. Home? what was she talking about, my home ain’t her home. “Just leave, I am not getting back with you” I wrote back. A couple of seconds later she sent another text, “You come here right now, or your roommate will pay for you”. I didn’t know what she was talking about, “just leave, or I am calling the cops” I told her.