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Tying the strings of my bikini was so difficult that I nearly called Heather in to help. I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of that, but I was also at my wits end with these nails. By the time I had finally gotten myself dressed, she was long gone, probably sitting in her pool chair and chuckling to herself. She was having way too much fun with my predicaments, and I could only hope that she kept her word when I finished these tasks.
She was definitely going to keep her word…right?
Regardless, I had no other options. I stepped into the heels, holding my arms out to the side to make sure I stayed balanced. Not only was my normal distribution of weight way off, but these were the type of shoes you might expect a stripper to wear. I had no idea how Heather planned on me learning how to walk in them with no experience, but I’m sure the failure was part of the plan. She wanted to watch me struggle.
One foot in front of the other…one tiny step after the last…jiggling all the way.
I swore I was going to kill her once she turned me back.
The worst part of my long walk was the fact that the party showed no signs of subsiding. If anything, there were more people, with probably two dozen in my backyard. I had felt self conscious while alone in my bedroom, and the idea of all those eyes hit me like a brick wall as I reached the sliding glass door. I froze, looking down at myself and squirming slightly. These ridiculous boobs were practically being shown off on a pink platter. The g-string between my cheeks showed off the entirety of my butt, and made me realize just how antsy that could make someone. I had no qualms about showing my butt as a guy. Who cared about that? But a girl’s butt…that was something that demanded either modesty or desire. And mine was jutting out from behind me like you were meant to stare at it. I was smaller…no doubt weaker. I was by no means out of shape, and was probably pretty fit for a girl. But with all those guys out there, and all this hotness for them to leer at…
I took a deep breath and forced myself out into the backyard.
“Tori!” said the guy who had caught me earlier, waiting by the door as if trying to ‘run into me’ when I came back out.
I turned to him, my assets taking a bit longer to follow my lead, and then a second or two to stop oscillating. “Yes?” I asked curtly. I caught Heather in the corner of my eye, looking over her shoulder to appraise the conversation.
“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. I mean, you’ve worn heels almost every day since I’ve known you. Never seen you stumble before.”
“There’s a first time for everything” I said, still not used to the sound of my voice. It was jarring every time I heard its sweet, sultry tones. I could sound like I was flirting while just reading the phone book. “A first time for a lot of things, apparently…”
“Well, if you fall again…” he said, reaching out and putting a hand on my side. I wanted to squirm right out of my skin. “I’ll make sure you get caught.”
“Ahem…” came the sound of Heather clearing her throat, clearly not pleased at my dry conversation skills.
I looked to the dude and slumped slightly. “I’ll totally keep that in mind! And thanks for the save, by the way!”
He grinned and pulled his hand back. “No problem. I’m always glad to snatch up a hottie like you.”
As he walked away, I was struck by just how little of the conversation he’d spent looking me in the eyes.
“Ha!” came Heather’s contribution to my annoyance. I growled and minced away from her, heading towards the other end of the pool. Someone had gotten out my dad’s grille, and was cooking up some burgers and dogs for the rest. It smelled good, and was far away from my stepmother.
But, it was close to everyone else.
“Tori Titties! What’s up!” came the call of some guy before his girlfriend nudged him. It seems like I had a nickname…
“Nothing, just had to go in the house and deal with some…yaknow” I offered unsurely. I was having a bit of difficulty improvising ever since I entered the crowd. I couldn’t just see the eyes pawing all over my form. I could feel them. It wasn’t like I had eyes on the back of my head, but I knew the dudes behind me were looking. Not only were the dudes inspecting me like some prey, the girls were looking as well. Half of them seemed to be looking at me with judgment, clearly disgusted by how brazen and bimboish I was. They were comparing. They were envious.
That was hard to wrap my head around.
But the other half were looking at me with a gaze not unlike the guys. Heather did mention that I was pretty notoriously bi. I guess that reputation attracted a lot of gay girls. I might have been flattered, but none of my fantasies about hot girls involved me also being a girl. They were giving me looks I’d always wanted from a girl, but they weren’t looking at my face either.
“Oh, Tori. I just wish I had your confidence. I mean, who else would wear a bikini like that?!”
I was so busy bristling against the attention that it took me a second to notice the insult. Did that girl just slut shame me?!
“And is that a new piercing?” asked a muscular girl, getting so close to me that I shrunk slightly. She put her hands to my navel and leaned into my ear.
“I’d like to put something else inside you” she whispered.
I went pale.
She pulled back as if she hadn’t said anything, putting the ball in my court as everyone went back to chatting. They still stole glances, but now that I’d arrived, it was slightly less overt. But even the little glances got to me. I felt worse than naked. I felt exposed. Vulnerable. I must have looked like a deer in headlights, but no one noticed.
“Victoria!” came a voice next to me, the same one who had made the pointed remark about my confidence. “You have to tell me your secret.”
I went a bit rigid at that. Did she remember the old me? “My secret?”
“I only wore heels to dances, and they killed my feet. But you wear them all the time!” she exclaimed.
I shrugged, that gesture having the obvious, yet unanticipated effect of making my chest bounce. “Uh…pageant training.”
“Oh, right” she said, still looking at me as if I were the village bicycle.
SMACK
I jumped and yelped at the hand playfully slapping my butt, nearly falling over again.
Shoot.
It was Toby, the jerk who had bullied me my entire life and, in this reality, taken me to prom.
I gritted my teeth as I turned to him, and the girl to the side seemed ready to chew him out with me. Even if she didn’t like me, I suppose there was a girl code or something. But as she looked for an indication to yell at the guy, I looked to my stepmother, across the pool.
She was watching intently.
Instead of calling Toby a pig, with the other girl backing me up, I put on a strained, fake smile. “Oh, Toby! You know how to say hello to a girl!”
The girl looked at me like she wanted to throw up in her mouth, then walked away.
“What’s up? I haven’t seen you since prom.”
“Yeah…yeah…” I nodded dumbly, having no idea about our new history.
“I was starting to think you only went out with me to make sure you won queen.”
“Oh…no…I…I could have won queen without you” I quickly explained, trying to play along with this insane reality.
“Well, it’s good to see you. Even if you’re a bit overdressed” he said.
“Overdressed?” I asked, looking down at my tiny strip bikini. If I was wearing anything skimpier, it wouldn’t be able to structurally function.
“Well, you’re wearing more than you were after prom” he winked.
Okay…
Now I was the one who wanted to throw up in my mouth.
“Anyway, if you ever want to go out again…” he said, reaching out and grabbing a handful of my butt. Everything told me to pull away, but I knew I wasn’t allowed to. “What did you say that night? I was the best you ever had…”
This time, I literally threw up in my mouth.
SMACK
His spank came so nonchalant that I had to assume I should be used to it, that it was a common occurrence from him to me. “Call me?”
I nodded meekly as he gave me another wink and headed off. It felt like I needed a shower to get the stink of him off me.
The next twenty minutes or so settled into a routine of stares, snide jokes and blatant harassment, that came so fast and lasted so long that it sort of blended together. Some highlights include:
When a dude crumbled up his napkin and threw it between my cleavage, giving me the strange sensation of having something nestled between my breasts.
When some dude asked if I was from Tennessee, because I was the only ten he saw.
When the judgy girl (whose name turned out to be Kim) told the muscled girl (whose name turned out to be Renee) that she wasn’t sure if it was all natural. I turned at her in annoyance, and she quickly, jokingly covered by saying “A natural blonde! You have such a perfect barbie color!”
“Yeah, it's the perfect shade to pull” said the lesbian, who winked at me.
I wanted to facepalm, but I’d probably put my eye out with these nails.
Mercifully, after all that reluctantly mingling, my stepmother finally spoke up.
“Okay guys and gals! Thanks for coming, but I have to insist you head out. Victoria needs to sunbathe topless to have no lines for the pageant, and even though a lot of you had already seen that…” she grinned. “I must insist she does it in private.”
As if this had been well understood since the start of the party, everyone got their things and began to filter out. A few thanked me for the pool. A few said that we should hang out more often. Toby just made a phone gesture against his ear.
Heather looked to me as they filtered out, as if waiting for something.
Shoot!
Most of them were gone by the time I remember about the lotion, including most of the girls. I was so desperate not to fail that I quickly exclaimed.
“Who wants to lotion me up!?”
All the guys stopped in their tracks.
Shoot.
Before I could say anything, they all swarmed me, hitting me with offers and claims of massage prowess as my stepmother cackled in the background. Surrounded by shirtless dudes, most of them looming over me despite my heels, I cowered downward. I shrunk as they insisted they were the best for the job, the chorus of overwhelming noise making me feel as if the world was closing in around me.
“You!” I said, pointing randomly, in an effort to get the rest away from me.
“I knew you were grateful…” said Rick, the dude that had caught me, then tried to put the moves on me.
Despite how much I wanted it to be anyone but him, I knew choosing again would just promote more debate. So I just quickly said goodbye to the other guys, squeezing through the crowd as Rick followed me.
Soon enough, we were at my pool chair, my stepmother waving to me as we arrived.
I glared daggers at her.
“So I’m oiling you all up?” asked Rick as the other guys sadly left, as few of them walking slow in hopes of a glimpse.
“Just my back” I insisted, looking down at the pool chair and wondering how this would even work. I doubted that I could even lay on my stomach with a chest like this, not unless there were two holes in the chair. But I decided to try, slowly lowering myself down until my legs and stomach were on it, and then lowering my torso as well.
Turns out, I could lay on my chest. It just meant that my sideboob went insane, poking out the sides of my torso for his viewing pleasure. Plus, the pressure on my chest wasn’t especially comfortable. I was ultra-aware of every nerve in my boobs as he made his way behind me, oiling up his hands and admiring the view.
Why did I have to know that he was admiring the view? Let no one convince you otherwise: feminine intuition sucks. I’d take male ignorance any day of the week, especially when it comes to creeps getting an eyeful.
“You got to relax. Lay down more” he said, putting his hands on my shoulder blades and forcing them down. I grunted, because even if I did need to lay down more, I still had a pair of tits being pressed into the chair.
“And here we go…” he said. I couldn’t see what he meant, but I quickly felt it. The knot I had worked so hard to tie behind my back quickly came undone, and my eyes went wide. The bikini fell around me, with only the front of it pressed against the chair giving me coverage. I wanted to quickly react, but I was frozen to the chair. If I moved too much, he’d get a full view of my titanic chest. If I sat up, he’d see my bare nipples. I don’t know why I cared about that kind of stuff all of the sudden, but I did. And I was mortified.
“I’ll say one thing…” he said, starting at the bottom and working his hands on my supple calves. “You’re definitely going to win the swimsuit competition.”
He made his way up to my thighs, relishing each touch as I tried not to curse him out. He’d clearly undone my top just to look, because otherwise he would have done it once he reached my back. Plus, the proximity of his hands made me hyper aware of my new parts down below, and how much I didn’t want him near them. I never thought I’d be in a situation where I felt protective of a pair of lower lips, but here I was. When he moved up, I almost missed his work on my thighs.
He grabbed a handful of my butt in each hand, kneading and rubbing it, squeezing and working each cheek for his own benefit rather than my own. I wanted to tell him to stop, but at least he didn’t take too much liberty. He moved up to my back, then to the spot where my string had been. He got it all lotioned up, and I assumed he was done.
Then, both hands went around, getting lotion on the sides of my compressed boobs as they protruded from either side.
“You look good. And if you ever need me to do this again…” he trailed off, reaching down and giving my right butt cheek a big squeeze.
“See ya!”
I seethed as he walked off, so much pep in his step as my stepmother held in her laughter. He started whistling happily before he even got to the gate, and by the time he was gone, my stepmother could no longer hide her glee.
“Are you happy?!” I shouted angrily.
“Exceedingly” she answered, sitting down next to me. “I think I’ve changed my mind on him. You can do a lot worse.”
“This isn’t funny! My worst bully is trying to sleep with me!”
“Again?” she asked.
“Yes, apparently I said he was the best I ever had!” I said, face red with anger.
“I wouldn’t worry. You say that to all the boys” she shrugged.
“HEATHER!!!” I shouted even more emphatically. “I did it. Okay! It’s done. Turn me back.”
She raised an eyebrow. “What part of ‘lesson one’ made you think this was the only one? It’s a class. And you haven’t learned your lesson. Part of it, maybe. But you’re not done. In fact…”
She summoned a piece of blank paper, ink suddenly appearing on it.

D+

“D plus?!”
“Yes, it’s not just the name of your favorite dildo. It’s your grade on this assignment! You barely played along. You had an annoyed expression. You should smile more. Boys like that. I mean…it’s like you always say. A hot girl like me can only get by on men liking me.”
“I didn’t choose to be a hot girl!” I snapped.
“Neither did I. And well…that’s not entirely true. I may have used my powers for some of my own enhancements” she said, looking down at her body with pride. “But being a bimbo is all fun and games, like you said. I don’t know why any of it would annoy you?”
I sighed, sitting up as my massive chest swung and putting the bikini top back on. “Can you at least tie this for me?”
“Of course. You’re my daughter…” she said, getting my back tied as I lifted up the piece of paper she gave me. A big D+ covered the page until all the text disappeared.
Then, a new assignment appeared.

Lesson 2: Gold Digging, Free Drinks and Becoming a Trophy

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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.”

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I was trying my best to get used to my new body, but somehow being comfortable in it just made me feel more uncomfortable, as if thinking this was natural was the most unnatural thing I could do. I suppose that made sense, but it certainly made the reality of my situation more difficult. Even when I stood straight and tall, in what would have been a powerful pose for my old body, I felt my breasts jutting forward and my butt jutting back. The heels hurt matters more, sending my massive ass and huge tits to greater extremes with their forced posture. My long hair had seemed like the least of my problems with those in mind, but as I somewhat accepted my female body, all the minor inconveniences had their time to shine.
There was just so much of it, and the blonde locks insulated the summer heat around my head. The earrings swung with every movement in a way that I was sure would drive me insane. The whole thing felt ornamental, like all the utilitarian function of me having a body was out the window, and only the visual appeal remained.
Above all, I was tremendously, painfully aware of how hot I was. I was bad. I had been cursed with a body that was going to make every one of Heather’s lessons exceedingly easy for her, and incredibly hard for me.
Speaking of which…
“What does this mean?” I asked, following her inside as she SNAPPED the lotion off my body. At least her magic had some benefits.
“Honey, you’re a bimbo, but you do know how to read. I know because of all the fashion magazines in your bedroom” she teased.
Seeing that she was going to be no help, I looked down again.

Lesson 2: Gold Digging, Free Drinks and Becoming a Trophy

Following her upstairs, with great difficulty, I asked again. “Seriously. This is vague. I can’t take this stupid course if I don’t know what the assignments are!”
“The assignment will appear when you’re close to the classroom. Right now, I’m just going to give you a quiz.”
“A quiz?”
“Consider it extra credit.”
I always perked up when hearing the words ‘extra credit,’ even when it was just a normal class and not one that involved me bouncing up the stairs and cursing whoever invented heels.
BOUNCE
BOUNCE
BOUNCE
BOUNCE
BOUNCE
So when I heard those words from her lips, after getting a D+ on the first assignment, I was all ears.
She reached my door and pointed inside, indicating the vanity that was waiting for me. “I’m going to get ready for a night out. If you can put on your makeup and be ready by the time I get back here, I’ll raise your last grade to a B-.”
I had no idea how to do makeup. The dozens and dozens of products on the vanity might as well have been alien technology to me. But the idea of increasing my last grade…
I hurried inside the room and quickly sat down, grabbing my phone on the way as my stepmother walked down the hall. She was giggling to herself, which wasn’t a good sign, but I had a job to do.
First, I had to get my phone open.
It was the same model as my old one, albeit with a pink rhinestone case instead of a sleek black one. But even if it worked the same way, it wasn’t my phone, and I wasn’t me. The lockscreen was a stark reminder of that. What had once been the night sky was now a picture of me in a bikini, standing arm and arm with Heather at some tropical resort. I tried to swipe up, having to try a few different angles to get it done despite my nails, and finally got it open.
“Okay, youtube…” I muttered to myself, taking great pains and efforts to look up a makeup tutorial. I had a lot of trouble with the fact that all of them seemed pretty specific, and neither the creators nor the algorithm expected someone to be a total novice. The ones that seemed most comprehensive were all too long, and the shorter ones were more based around specific looks than anything else.
Finally, I clicked a random one and went for it.
It was a lot like trying to do a job in a very specialized field, where you didn’t know what the tools, methods or procedures were even called. I tried my best to keep up, quickly applying a bunch of gunk, powder and other stuff to my face, fumbling and flailing until I heard the sound of heels clicking in the hall.
“You know, I could have zapped myself ready, but I do want this to be fair” she said from outside the door as I tried to rush my way to the end. As the hinges creaked, I finally got it done, turning to Heather-
And seeing her burst into laughter.
“Aww….you really did try…” she smiled, shaking her head. A quick glance back to the mirror confirmed what I already knew. I looked like a confused clown.
“I’ll tell you what…I’ll upgrade you to a C- for the effort” she offered.
“How can you expect me to learn all this so fast!”
“Because if a bimbo can learn it, surely a smart young mind like yourself can!”
“Bimbos have time to learn” I shot back.
“And you had time to learn about coding and school and all the things you’re so proud of. If I dedicated my time to them, I’m sure it wouldn’t be impossible. The point is that it’s a skill, one that takes experience and effort. And you ought to respect it. Now, since we can’t have you going out like that…”
SNAP
I turned back to the mirror, seeing excellently applied makeup, complimenting an already heavenly face with gentle shades and subtle hues.
“It really is an art, especially without magic” she commented. “Now, as for your dress…”
I had been so absorbed in my predicament that I hadn’t paid much attention to her outfit, a tight black clubbing dress that showed off her hourglass shape, and her cleavage.
“Wait a second…” I said, standing up. “Where are we goin-”
SNAP
I suddenly felt the constant, anxiety inducing feeling of air on my bare skin fade away. It was still there, just not to as great of an extent. Gone was the tiny string bikini, replaced with something more suitable for Heather’s plans.
Bright pink fabric clung tight to me, which shouldn’t have been a surprise. She seemed to like that color on me, and even I had to admit it looked good. It was slightly higher than hers and slightly lower cut, along with a few other alterations that made it clear she was the taken trophy wife and I was the young daughter, looking for play. For one, it was strapless, and my head futilely tried to wrap itself around the fact that my whole outfit was being held up by my breasts. For another, the feeling of a draft on my most sensitive and foreign body part told me I wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath it. I squirmed slightly as I thought of my vulnerable new parts, exposed to the open air and only concealed from view by this short dress.
“Hurry up, Bimbo. I’ll explain in the car” she said, beaming brightly as she made her way downstairs.
I looked down, confronted by an eyeful of cleavage that seemed to totally take up my vision. I reached down and tried to lift up the dress to better cover it, only to yelp slightly when I felt the bottom rise. If I tried to get my chest more coverage, I increased my odds of a wardrobe malfunction down below. If I tried to pull it down to feel safer down below, I increased the odds of a wardrobe malfunction up top.
“I said hurry, ditz!”
I followed her down the hall, muttering curses to myself as I tried to catch up.
BOUNCE
BOUNCE
BOUNCE
BOUNCE
BOUNCE
I really was going to kill her after this…
We got to the garage and I took my place on the passenger side, looking to find her staring at me.
“Honey…” she said in a bit of a condescending, but still shockingly genuine way. “You can’t get in and out of cars like that.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”
“Both legs together. Not one at a time. Or else everyone gets to see your new brand new pussy.”
I facepalmed. She was right, but I certainly didn’t need her pointing it out like that. “Noted…”
“Good. Now read” she said, pressing the button for the garage door and pulling out. I glanced down and saw the paper slowly shifting, letters forming out of nothing beneath the lesson title.

Lesson 2: Gold Digging, Free Drinks and Becoming a Trophy

This lesson will focus on the most important element of being a gold digging trophy: using your feminine wiles to get what you want. As our bimbo expert Thomas often says, a hot girl doesn’t need to work or bring any value to society. She just has to milk her beauty for material and monetary gain. This assignment will test your ability to do just that.
Bimbos will be tasked with getting three separate patrons to buy them drinks, and then having their favorite of the sugar mommas or sugar daddies buy them an uber (though whether the uber is set for the bimbo’s house or the patron’s is up to them. Just use protection if it's the latter.)

I facepalmed again. At least I was getting good enough with the nails to do it without scratching my face. Heather snickered, probably realizing what section of the assignment I’d just read. Then, I read the end.

Bimbos have one hour to complete the task. Both male and female patrons are fine, but be advised that males will be easier. And be mindful of behavior (flashing, etc) that will get you kicked out of the club.

The club…
I looked up as Heather pulled up to the most exclusive, wild and disreputable club in town, known as the place where the hot young people went to have too good of a time. I’d never been here myself, but being here as Victoria made me feel a sudden rush of nerves. I knew how they’d see me once I was inside. I knew what I had to do. I knew…
“Come on!” said Heather, lightly smacking my thigh and heading out of the car. “Let’s go see if flirting’s that easy!”