You feel a nervous twinge in your stomach, as you wonder, are bimbos always female? You're not the sharpest tool in the box, your marks are impossible to deny. Boosting your ego, you tell yourself you just weren't inspired by your subjects, and you could have done better had you tried harder. Then a nasty thought occurs, perhaps in this body, people will dismiss your intelligence, or worse, the changes will be mental as well as physical.
With a shake of your head, you dismiss such thoughts as wishy-washy, besides if it becomes too much you can always remove the skin, and put it all behind you. Also the skin is raven maned, rather than bimbo blonde. Oddly that's reassuring, as you slip your legs through the opening.
The skin has a lot of flexibility, stretching to accomodate your full height. Your arms slide into the sleeves, and you work your fingers into place and flex them experimentally. Momentarily you're blinded, as you slip the head-piece off your chest, and over your head. Twisting your neck, this way and that, you feel the skin slip into place, as your eyes line up with the holes, and you taste the air through your own mouth.
The image in the mirror is rather unerotic, her stretched out body with the bulging arms, and muscular legs. Also those lips look extreme, and direct your thoughts into unpleasant avenues. A chill breeze tickles your spine, and you recall the zipper. Hopefully this will complete the underwhelming effect so far.
The zipper feels incredibly loud in your ears, each tick-tick-tick, as you pull it closed from the top of your padded rear, to disappear beneath the cascade of hair, at the back of your neck.
Your stomach gurgles, as your release the fastener. Your whole body feels like it's in flux, your fingers tingle and as you hold them in front of your face, you watch, as they become slender. Creating the impression of length and refinement at the same time. You watch, as your arms winnow away, disappearing until they are stick thin. No trace of your original strength remains. Looking down your body, you catch your own bust, firm and full, and beyond that.... well, beyond that, you see your long feminine legs, the stockings leading down to your heels.
With all the changes, your muscles shifting, your bones shrinking, you settle into a more comfortable crouch, before even that proves too difficult to maintain. As you slump to the floor.
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You take in the changes. A burgundy taloned hand reaching to explore your face. Your lips are as horrifically full and pouting as you feared. Your face angelic in it's innocence. You look incomplete needing only a warm salty cock between those pillowy lips to complete the image. You truly look like a bimbo.
Climbing upright, you make as far as your getting onto your knees, before you feel a sensation like trapped wind. A loud belch escapes, and you ribs resonate as it lasts and lasts. Slumping forward once more, you feel the increased weight, of an expanded chest.
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Your body is impossible to ignore, nobody man or woman is going to be able to overlook.
"Dwat..."
Your curse doesn't get any further, as you find a lisp to be just too much.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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