New series! This is going to be ongoing for a while, and is currently two stories ahead on my patreon, if you want to catch up.
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It’s hard to know where to start, because it’s hard to know where I went wrong.
I guess it all began with my stepmother, that fiery redhead who swooped into my life and made it what it is today. I’m not sure if it was possible for any stepmom to come in and win my approval, but she was definitely the least likely. I snidely called her a walking midlife-crisis after our first meeting, but that didn’t stop my dad and her. Soon enough he was married to a woman in her early 30s, 15 years his junior. I couldn’t really blame him, being a teenage boy. I had certainly noticed how hot she was, how well endowed when it came to chest, hips and butt. I might have been happy for my dad if it wasn’t for the fact he was pretty much never there.
He worked abroad most of the time, which meant that me and her were alone in the house. I was used to my independence after so long without my real mom, and couldn’t think of a worse choice for a roommate. Besides, I had decided by now that she was a gold digger, and wannabe trophy wife who’d lucked her way into a situation where she got a rich older guy’s cash without actually having to see him that often.
During the times when she overstepped or actually tried to act like an authority in the house, I may or may not have let it slip that I felt that way about her. I was going to one of the most prestigious universities in the country come fall, and I wasn’t going to take orders from some bimbo who never even finished high school. By the time my last summer at home came, we had resigned ourselves to avoid each other. It was the silent treatment on both ends, with the rare blowup when one of us annoyed the other.
But who cared? I was officially an adult, and wouldn’t have to deal with her long. She was barely on my mind as I kissed this town goodbye, and as I fretted over the last days of summer. As eager as I was to leave, there were some things left undone. My bookishness and focus on academics had gotten me into my dream college, but there’s more to life than that. There was Ashley Jones, the girl I’d been into since middle school. I almost thought about texting her, but that would have been crazy. Besides, she was at all the parties this summer, according to social media. I just had to get invited to one…somehow.
But all that took a backseat when I got a knock on my door which would change everything, forever. It was one of our neighbors, complaining that his sons could see my stepmother sunbathing. I promised him I’d tell her to stop, even though that was about the last conversation I wanted to have. He left me to confront her and after a minute or two of gathering my courage, I did.

She was out back, in a black one piece that made it easy to see why the neighbors complained. Why you’d sunbathe in a one piece, I had no idea, but she seemed to be enjoying herself.
“Heather, you got to go inside” I told her.
She boredly lowered her sunglasses and gave me a glance.
“Seriously, the neighbors are complaining.”
“They should complain about the fact that their wives are plain and don’t keep their attention” came her rebuttal.
“Right, sure. Just please be decent” I sighed.
“This is my yard, child. You should be chiding him about not staring.”
“You know what, nevermind. I should have known better than to talk to you.”
“And what does that mean?”
“It means that you’re not interested in anything you can’t buy with my father’s credit card, including our reputation in this neighborhood.”
“Reputation? You have a reputation as a friendless virgin, last I checked” she venomously replied.
“And you have a reputation as a gold digging ditz!”
“Only with you. Your father seems to think more of me.”
“Yeah, because he likes sleeping with you.”
“Yes, he likes sleeping with women. It must skip a generation” she dryly replied.
Maybe she hit a nerve. Maybe she didn’t. Truth be told, I had been thinking a lot about Ashley and how thoroughly I’d blown every chance to be with any girl in high school. So it definitely didn’t help that her insult was about that.
“Listen, you bimbo! You’re a trophy. My dad won you because he’s been successful and you decided to give yourself away to any rich guy who looked your way. It’s not my fault you have nothing better to do than lay around here all day and insult people who’ve actually worked hard. I took classes. I got educated. You couldn’t even imagine that, could you? So yeah, I’ve been too busy for girls. I’ve been busy being a good student and making something of myself so I don’t have to live off my dad’s money like you do, having an easy life where you don’t have to think or do anything!”
I expected her to insult me in kind. She always had before.
But instead, she just glared at me, her look of anger slowly softening into an evil cheshire grin. She was looking at me as if she knew something I didn’t, which was an expression I’d never seen on her face before. It was more than a bit worrying and only grew moreso as he words cooly followed.
“Thomas, I have tried so hard to make us see eye to eye but now I realize, you’re right. You’re a scholar and I should teach you as such.”
SNAP
Her snap echoed as though we were in a massive cavern, even though we were still outside. Before I could react, I was staring up at the soft blue sky, as if my vision were a screen which had all the sudden gotten a new input. I was laying on one of the pool chairs, and judging by the sound of Heather’s giggle, my stepmother was laying beside me.
At first I thought I must have fainted, because how else would I blink on my feet and then open my eyes on my back? I looked down, feeling a bit wet, in addition to some other strangeness. I was worried for a half a second that I’d fainted and fallen into the pool, but only for a half second.
Because when I looked down, I saw something that no rational explanation could make sense of.
Two golden-brown breasts blocked my view of myself, the two mounds barely contained by the straining fabric of a string bikini. The wet and pink fabric hardly gave any coverage and did almost as little in the way of support. In fact, it seemed like if these breasts moved too fast and shifted too quickly, the poor straps might just up and snap on me.
Still, I quickly sat up, feeling their weight shifting as they hung off me. These breasts…they were mine. Blonde hair flanked my vision. Tanned, supple skin stood beneath me, whether I looked to my slender arms or my long legs. As soon as I realized this wasn’t some dream, illusion or VR, I asked myself the question that any red blooded American male would ask in this situation.
And a glance to my flat, pink bikini bottoms gave me an answer.
I reached down, almost scratching myself with my ridiculously long, fake nails, and put my hand over the flatness between my legs, feeling what now rested beneath my G-string.
I was a girl.
I was…a bimbo?!
“Are you sure you should have went with that suit, honey? The neighbors might complain…”
I turned my head towards my grinning stepmother, who was harboring a smile on her face that was as wide as the one she’d had on the altar. I’d never seen her so pleased with herself before, and as she took a sip of her smoothie, I stood up to shout at her.
I tried to, anyway.
I was so focused on my new body that I hadn’t paid much attention to my new accessories. Big hoop earrings dangled on either side of my head. Another piercing in my belly button shined bright in the noonday sun. But the most important thing that went unnoticed was my footwear. I was wearing 6 inch heels, as pink as the rest of the getup, and seemingly impossible to stand in.
I almost broke my ankle, feeling the new mounds on my chest and the thickness of my rear shifting as I nearly fell-
Only to find myself in some dude’s arms.
“Tori, you okay?” he asked, smiling almost as wide as Heather as he held me. Either he was huge or I had shrunk, although I fortunately wasn’t too tiny. If anything, I had a model build…a very well endowed model. Regardless, I felt way more vulnerable in his arms than I should have, and quickly pushed off him, managing to balance in these stupid shoes.
“Yes, I’m fine!” I snapped, just trying to shoo him away. He scoffed, walking back to the other people who were suddenly in my backyard.
Was there a pool party happening?
At my house?
“I don’t like him either. You can do so much better” giggled Heather.
A bit more sure on my feet, I slowly turned to face it, glaring daggers as she beamed triumphantly.
“What the heck is happening?”
“Do you want me to explain, or do you want the syllabus first?” she snorted.
“The sylla…just tell me!” I seethed.
“Right, fine. The basic story is that I’m a witch. That’s why I dropped out of high school back in the day. I didn’t see much point in studying calc when I can alter reality. And before you ask, I never used my powers on your father or you, before today. I promised myself I’d stop with reality alterations, since I had a bit too much fun with it in the past. But then you had to go insulting me, never giving me a chance-”
“So you turned me into a girl!? Why?!”
“Because you were right about one thing. I’m used to people being social. Talking. Being human beings. But I should have realized that a nerd like you needed a different approach if I wanted you to relate to me. You think my life is easy? Think you’re better than me? Fine. I decided I’m going to teach the nerd a class so that they finally understand. Welcome to Bimbo 101.”