The exciting second installment of Bimbo 101! I’ll be regularly posting new chapters on my patreon, and posting a new one publically for every two I post there. Right now, we’re four in, with two public, and the next will be posted after I write the sixth installment.
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My stepmother sat there, letting the word ‘Bimbo 101’ hang there as if they were some sort of clever thing and not the ravings of a madwoman.
“Heather, this isn’t funny!” I squeaked, my attention at sounding ticked stymied by my high pitched voice.
“Agree to disagree” came her dry reply.
I was currently teetering precariously on a set of heels so ridiculous that they could only be described as inhumane, my body warped into some wet dream that my swimsuit barely concealed. I could feel from the wedgie I had that my bottoms were a g-string, and that the string was nestled deep in my cheeks. This was not a dignified way for a person to go through life!
Yet there she was, acting as if she wanted to take her time and bask in my embarrassment.
“The rules are simple. I give assignments, quizzes and a final exam. You pass, and you go back to normal, though hopefully a bit wiser when it comes to judging people. You fail…well, you retake the class. Or maybe you just stay like this forever.”
“Forever!?” I exclaimed, shaking my head. She was crazy. Not only was my stepmother a literal witch, but she was actually insane. I turned and took as many cautious, mincing steps as I could, hurrying as my chest rose and fell in rhythm with my feet. I wasn’t sure what was worse, them bouncing, or my butt jiggling as if it were made out of jello.
But she didn’t stop me. She just watched me go, snickering to herself as I slowly made my way inside. I needed to fix this. So I decided to do the one thing I’d promised myself to never do, the one thing I’d avoided no matter how bad things got between us.
I was going to call my dad to deal with her.
I had put it off because I knew she made him happy, but I think it was safe to say the situation called for it. I was going to lock myself in my room, in my bastion of security and solitude, and get him to make her undo these boobs, this hair, these nails…
All of it.
So I left the party, made my way up the stairs, and finally got to my door. This was my last refuge ever since she moved in, the one part of the house where I could avoid her and chill. The blue door, the comic books and Star Wars posters on the wall, the science trophies and pictures of me at comic con…
It should have been there to comfort me. But it wasn’t.
I was confronted instead by a pink door, with the name ‘Victoria’ spelled out across it in silver glitter. I frowned and pushed it open, only to see a world that wasn’t my own.
The blue walls were now pink. The old ratty shades were now white and pristine. My bookcase was gone, replaced by a vanity that was practically overflowing with beauty products, and the stale smell of body odor had been replaced by perfume and scented candles.
I closed the door and locked it behind me.
This was all wrong, so very wrong. I guess I shouldn’t have let anything surprise me after she’d literally changed my body, but that’s easier said than done. At least this place was private though, no matter what she did to it. I quickly plopped down on the pink bedspread, my whole body bouncing and rippling with the impact as I landed, and I took off the heels. Next came the bikini top, which was really difficult with my nails. I wasn’t sure how anyone did anything with these things on the end of their fingers, and I barely managed to untie the top after all my efforts. Still, it did come off, and my g string followed.
As to why I wanted to get naked, the answer was simple: I wanted to inspect the damage. I wanted to see exactly what she did to me, and figure it out fast. Then I could have the proper amount of anger when I did call my dad up.
So I got up, turning towards the full length mirror that now hung on the wall. I didn’t even have a normal mirror in my bedroom before, but I was glad to find this one. I looked to see what I now was, and what I saw…
Holy shit.
Bombshell barely began to describe it. Blown-out blonde hair framed a beautiful face with delicate features and full lips. Breasts that were at least Ds stood as perky as As, with tiny nipples standing at attention from the cold water. My waist gave me a perfect hourglass look which my wide hips and dump truck rear completed, and every inch of me was as soft, supple and smooth as could be.
Plus, as if touching down there wasn’t enough, I finally saw. My penis and balls were absent, although they would have looked woefully out of place on this body. The small slit between her legs seemed much more apt for a figure such as this, even if it felt totally foreign to me.
“I think I outdid myself.”
I jumped when I heard the voice, quickly throwing my hands between my legs as if my stuff was still there, and turning to find Heather standing behind me. The door was still locked, but she hadn’t walked in.
“What the heck, Heather!?”
“What? The amount of times we’ve tried on outfits together at the mall…you were never ashamed of yourself then” she teased.
“That didn’t happen!” I shouted, looking around for my phone. I couldn’t put off this call any longer.
“Didn’t it?” she snickered, snapping her fingers as a light turned on across the room. It used to be the display light that illuminated my many science and math trophies, but now those were gone. In their place were crowns, tiaras and sashes.
Miss All-Valley 2023.
Junior Miss 2021
Beauty Queen: 2024
“I…I didn’t win those!” I snapped.
“Then explain those…” said Heather, pointing to the pictures on the wall. Posters of superheroes had been replaced with pictures of me and her on vacation, me in pageants, me in at prom with-
“Toby Meyers!?” I gasped in horror. That dude had spent 12 years bullying me, from kindergarten to senior year. Now his arm was around me, smiling as he brazenly looked down my strapless dress.
“Yep. You won king and queen. Called me to say how happy you were…and then gave him something to be happy about after you hung up” she gloated.
“This…this…I can’t-”
“You can’t be a pageant girl? Prom queen? A bimbo? But you said it was easy…” she pouted. “I didn’t just change you. I changed your life. Your past. Your history. Like I said, I alter reality itself. Your dad remembers you as his daughter. Everyone remembers you as the dim, bubbly girl who they’ve wanted since they went through puberty. In this world, you’ve always been a girl. And you will always be one, unless you play along.”
I looked at her as she leaned against the wall, clearly holding all the cards. I had to play along. What choice did I have?
“Fine. Let’s do this stupid class…” I said, looking down and shifting my arms so that they covered my nipples.
“Good” she said, a piece of paper suddenly appearing in her hand. She gave it to me, and I turned around as I grabbed it.

Bimbo 101: Intro to Trophy Wifing, Ditziness, Gold Digging, Lewdness and General Bimbohood.

As soon as I finished reading, the text on the page shifted, as if I was staring at a screen and not a thin piece of printer paper.
“Keep that paper. It’s going to contain your entire curriculum at some point or another” she explained as I read the new text.

Lesson 1: Oogles, Leers, Gropes and Spanks.

This lesson will focus on concepts vital to being proper eye candy. Bimbos will be tasked with mincing about their pool party while being stared at, touched and overtly flirted with. All instances of such harassment are to be encouraged, as we don’t want hot guys to think we have any problem with them wanting us.
Points will be deducted for glares, protests or claims that women who dress a certain way are doing so because they want to, not because they want to be stared at and harassed.
The final task of this exam will be asking one of the party goers to help you lotion up your back, so that you can tan after they go home.

I gave Heather an annoyed expression.
“See, that’s exactly how you don’t want to look at those boys. Like you always insisted, being a hot girl is easy. It’s certainly not hard to exist in public when people are staring and harassing you. Perish the thought! It’s not like I have to deal with creeps all the time…” she said, clearly venting after all the times I’d treated her like her life was a cakewalk.
“You can’t be serious! For one thing, I like girls! Not guys!”
She tilted her head and replied in a cruel tone. “I could change that.”
All the color drained from my face. But as I stood aghast, she just giggled. “I’m kidding. I mean, I could. Easily. But I won’t…” she said, snapping her fingers once again.
“What did you just do?” I asked, running images of hot girls through my head to make sure I was still into them.
“Calm your tits, girly. I just altered your life again. Now you’re known as the hottest bi girl in town. So you’re going to be getting harassed from both sides.”
I grumbled. “That’s not much better…”
“Want me to make you into boys then?”
“No! No! I mean…thank you. I’ll go outside now.”
“Really? Aren’t you forgetting something?”
I paused for a second, realizing I was still naked.
“Do I have to-”
“Yes, you have to wear that pink bikini. Unless you want to become a nudist” she said, picking up the heels and tossing them my way.
“Listen, Heather…I’m sorry” I offered. I didn’t really mean it, but I knew she was trying to teach me a lesson, and the faster I learned it, the faster I could get back to being me.
“No, you’re not” she answered knowingly. “But you will be. Now get dressed. It’s time for the jiggle queen to hold court.”