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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.”
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.”