A Dumb Girl who does Dumb Things

Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage, feminization and other 'deviant' sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself. Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and unintentional.

There is a contract as part of the story, I used an AI Generator to create the contract, all other writing is mine.

For those unowned Subs and Sissies who enjoy having their freedom taken away:

Rules:

1. If you want to be my sissy property while reading this story, "Simply declare to yourself and the world by saying aloud, "I am owned by Mistress Dyvia until I finish reading this story. I love being owned by a creative Mistress!" See that wasn't so hard.

2. If you have a chastity cage, keep it out. You'll know when to use it.

3. I prefer you to wear lipstick, it will make rule 4 more fun.

4. When you see the company rep say, "Dumb Girls do Dumb things." I expect you to stop, press your lips together and say "I'm a dumb girl who does dumb things." Good girl.

5. You may not cum between the time you start the story, to the time you finish it, you are required to stay horny, and you may use one finger of your choice to stimulate your clitty. If you see an ellipse (...), you will use that one finger to stroke your clitty once from one end tot the other while biting your lower lip. If you are wearing your cage, you may rub the lock off your cage.

5. At the end, you may cum.

Enjoy.

Mistress Dyvia presents:

A Dumb Girl who does Dumb Things

By: Mistress Dyvia

"Please, come right on in." I say as I gesture to the seat in front of my desk.

I wait for my client to sit down, and I get right to the business at hand. I slide the folder across to them, "I believe we have plenty of items that would be perfect for your request. Here are some of my top recommendations."

The client opens the folder, and flips through some of the pictures. It only takes a few minutes, and I noticed that they use a finger to Mark three of them. When they finish going through all the pictures, they come back to those first three, and finally pick one.

I took the picture and looked at it, "Skyla. She was once a man, does that bother you?" With a shake of their head, I know that it does not. "Would you like to hear her story?"

A Nod. And I began.

Morris Billingsley was young and yet still successful. He worked through high school at his father's construction company working as a carpenter. His high school was a trade school, and he took a year off after that, and was smart enough to be recognized by people at the workplace, which led to him going away to college to be an architect. He was unexpected to go too far in that one year off, but his father recognized how advantageous that would be for the family business.

He worked part time during his college semesters except for his internship where he took a leave of absence. His father helped him get a job through his connections with other architects, and once he had a couple years experience and a thick portfolio, he was welcomed back to the family business and helped expand it. He was seen often by his family and their workers both in and out of the office garnering respect in the office and in the field. He was a man's man and his father couldn't have been more proud...

But behind closed doors there was one thing he had a deviant sexual mind. Or so his family might have accused if they knew. He loved gender transformation stories. Everynight he would read stories or watch porn and imagine a situation like in those stories he read... it became an obsession.

His obsession came to a peak one day when he was self-pleasuring himself while watching a video online. Despite how close he was to blowing his load, he was distracted by a phone call. He used a finger to keep himself hard as he answered, and when he was able to get back to it, something caught his eye. A little ad in the corner that he had never noticed before. One of the ones that we put in.

These ads were specially designed to appeal to a certain type of mindset. Most people never even would have been interested in it, they were designed that way. It had been built from the ground up with the intention of luring in people that would be open to the type of services we had, and repel people who would not be open to them.

Morris was open to these concepts... sissification, feminization, bimbofication, slutification... And so forth. And without really giving it much thought, he clicked on it. Suddenly, he was looking at this website that offered him the chance to completely transform him into the woman he truly could have been.

As he scrolled through, right about the different packages, and the processes, his manhood stiffened once again, one hand was constantly stroking himself as he kept reading... imagining the possibilities...

Morris was grounded in reality, but the fantasy was amazing. It made him so horny. He knew it wouldn't really work. He looked at all these different paths. Become a rubber-clad drone... A cock-obsessed slut... sexy secretary... A lesbian pussy slave... A neat and tidy maid... the girl next door... the dumb and sexy bimbo... And although there were so many more, it was the dumb and sexy bimbo that stopped him in his tracks.

It was so much the opposite of who he was. In his daily life, he was a man's man, he had muscles, other men looked up to him since he could do almost anything any other carpenter could do. He was smart as he had his architectural degree and license. Bimbos were not... When men looked at bimbos they didn't see somebody to look up to, they saw someone they wanted to put on their knees. They weren't smart, they didn't plan well, they were soft and curvy. Instead of being the epitome of respect, they were the epitome of desire. Then he saw the contract, it made him so much hornier...

EXTENSIVE FEMINIZATION AND BIMBOFICATION CONTRACT

This legally binding agreement is entered into by the submissive party, henceforth referred to as "the sissy", and the corporation, henceforth referred to as "the Company". The sissy fully acknowledges and consents to the exhaustive process of feminization and bimbofication outlined below:

Consent: The sissy affirms that they are engaging in this transformation program of their own volition. They comprehend that this entails a deep, irreversible change in their identity, appearance, and behavior, with the ultimate goal of their total feminization and bimbofication. Videos: The sissy agrees to subject themselves to any and all videos provided as part of the training regimen. These may include sissy hypnosis, forced feminization, bimbofication, and any other types of media that the Company deems beneficial for the sissy's transformation. In-person Meetings: The sissy consents to regular in-person meetings with the Company or its representatives. These interactions are crucial for the sissy's progress, allowing the Company to evaluate their transformation and adjust the training accordingly. Bimbowear: The sissy agrees to consistently wear designated 'bimbowear' during their free time. This includes skimpy dresses, lingerie, stockings, high heels, and appropriate makeup. The sissy understands that this attire is necessary for acclimating them to their new identity. Chastity: When the program dictates, the sissy agrees to relinquish control of their sexual release to the Company. They will willingly wear a chastity device and surrender the key, acknowledging the Company's total control over their sexual pleasure. Public Exposure: The sissy consents to engage in public exposure once the Company deems them ready. This may involve wearing their bimbowear in public, servicing men in public areas, or participating in any other public activities that the Company determines to be suitable. Enhancements: The sissy agrees to undergo any physical enhancements deemed crucial for their transformation. This may involve hormone treatments, cosmetic surgeries, or other procedures as directed by the Company. Obligations and Penalties: The sissy understands that they are obligated to follow the Company's instructions to the letter. Failure to comply will result in severe penalties, as determined by the Company. Intellectual Property: The sissy acknowledges that the Company owns all rights to their transformation process, including any images, videos, or stories associated with their journey. Mandatory Disclosure: The sissy agrees to disclose any changes in their physical health, mental state, or lifestyle that could impact their transformation process. Termination: The sissy understands that the Company has the exclusive right to terminate this agreement at their discretion. The sissy will bear all costs and consequences of early termination. The sissy may end the agreement by not appearing for physical meetings when required to do so.

By signing this contract, the sissy confirms their understanding and agreement to these terms and conditions. They eagerly anticipate the inevitable transformation under the Company's guidance.

And before he knew it, in his lust-driven Haze of arousal, he signed his name, and used his credit card to pay for the bimbo package.

And then came the first of the enhanced video files. For the first 7 days, he was exposed to one file for an hour a day. They told him how he had been hypnotized, though he knew he wasn't, it did encourage him to pretend. Which he did. And it made him so hard every day. And every night when he was done, he would load pictures and videos of bimbos for another hour while jerking off to the thought of what it would be like to be one of them just like the hypno told him to do.

Seven days after he had signed up, a package arrived. He hadn't exactly expected it, but when he opened it up... it was filled with so much, yet so little for someone who would never actually dressed as the opposite sex before. A simple golden wig, a tube of bright, shiny, and pink lipstick, a pink baby doll lingerie, and a matching pair of pink high heels. There was a letter, welcoming to the program, and told him that if she was ready for step one, to put on the items, and then place the HDMI fob into his television or computer. He looked down into the box and saw the little thumb drive with the HDMI port... and he knew what to do...

He did... he took off his clothes, put on the lingerie, the wig, the lipstick, and the high heels... he felt awkward, he felt like a man dressed like a woman, then he plugged the fob into the back of his television, and sat in the recliner... the screen started flashing.

It was like it was trying to hypnotize him, but his mind was too good for that. But he played along just like the instructions also told him to. He downloaded an app to his phone, which he would later learn would send him 'phone calls.' They weren't really phone calls, but his screen went blank and it looked like he was supposed to accept a call or reject it, if he was alone he was to accept it, if he was with other people around he was to reject it.

Every night he would get this call, and he would be instructed to put on his wig, his lingerie, his lipstick, and his high heels... he would be instructed to watch a video. And then he was to spend the rest of this night acting girly in his girly clothes. He enjoyed it, it made him hard... and every night before he went to bed he came... and he was truly enjoying the bimbofying experience.

But then there was Saturday night, this was the end of step One, Just 7 days after he received that first package, and his phone rang, that blank screen with the accept or deny that told him that it was from the company... he pressed the green button because it was safe to do so. "Hello?"

"Is this the sissy bimbo?"

He had never talked to a person from the company in real time, he hesitated, "yes."

"Good, are you dressed like the bimbo you should be?"

He was. "Yes."

"Good... in 3 minutes there will be a van parking in your driveway. You will get in it dressed as you are, you may put on a trench coat if you desire."

He couldn't leave the house stressed like that, no way in hell... he wasn't going to meet anybody. "I'd rather not... can we do that another time?"

"Dumb girls do dumb things." she said, and he immediately knew the trigger. He could refuse if he wanted to, but this was something he had wanted, something he had paid for... and part of the instructions were to pretend to obey the triggers...

So he responded the way he knew he was supposed to, "I am a dumb girl who does dumb things."

It occured to him this was a normal job for them, seeing him dressed as he was, probably wasn't unusual for them. She repeated her original instructions for him to go out to the van, and he did... he did wear a trench coat, he didn't even remember buying one, but there was one in his closet... and when the van showed up he got inside. It was a man and a woman who did not talk to him.

He expected them to drive him to some high-tech facility, but no... it was about an hour long drive, and they pulled into an underwhelming strip mall... it was five businesses, the one at the end looked like it had been closed for about an hour as it was a pizza joint. Two of the businesses looked like they had closed at 5... and there were two unused business doors... They walked into one.

There was a woman waiting for him in a business suit, "hello Sissy, are you ready for your first real treatment?"

"What is the first real treatment?" The sissy asked.

"Dumb girls do dumb things." She responded.

"I'm a dumb girl who does dumb things."

"Are you ready for your first real treatment, Sissy?" She asked again.

He let out a little sigh, "I am."

She opened the door to what looked like a very tiny dentist's office, complete with a dental chair. He sat in it... she strapped his wrist in his ankles to the chair, and pulled a visor over his face... more flashes, just like the videos he was required to watch every night... He was told about how bimbo's had big titties... real bimbos didn't have boobs or breasts, they had tits, big round fake tits, and tiny waists...

He was apparently in the device for hours, when they took it off of him, they gave him a bra, and stuffed it with two large breast forms... and then they wrapped a corset around his waist and tightened it. It made him feel girly, it also made his little cock hard. Not that he understood why he thought 'little cock' at the time, he thought it was a perfect size before that. And then they just drove him home. He arrived in his driveway about 20 minutes before sunrise, and he walked into his house... and went to bed.

He woke up at 10, and stayed at his house all day... stayed a bimbo all day, until he watched his video that night, but the video fobs was showing something different, it Incorporated things that he had seen the night before. Were they controlling it? Or was it a program to show something different after so many days? He wasn't sure...

And every day when he got home from work, he embraced the new bimbo look, with big tits in a tiny waist. Part of him almost wished that they could actually do it mentally. It was really hot to pretend. He was just lucky the lingerie they gave him stretched around his titties...

Saturday came and they collected Morris again, he was taken till the same place. This time they did not strap him in and he watched a new video which told him how the titties that he had were not big enough. He always needed bigger titties. He needed a tinier waist and always needed to be sexy. His breastforms were replaced by a pair of double D's... they squeezed his corset down by another 2 inches... and sent home...

And just like the previous week, he learned that he loved having big titties. He loved having a tiny waist, even if it was uncomfortable at first...

And then every night during the week, almost as soon as he walked in the door he would get the alarm from his cell phone. That would tell him that he needed to get dressed. He would take off his male clothes, and put on his double D's, his corset, and the rest of his outfit... it made him so hard and horny... and he would carry on his night, staying in femme until he was ready to go to bed, and he was so hard he just had to get release. But he would still sleep like that. Every single day until the following Saturday.

Saturday night that came for him as it had in previous weeks. He got into the van, and they drove him away. But when he arrived, there was another new change. There was a counter setup, and as they brought him to it, there were several little things spread out. In fact, everything was in groups of seven. Seven pairs of panties, seven bras, seven pairs of stockings. Seven different dresses and gowns as if you were going out for the evening. Seven different lingerie sets as sleepwear. Seven makeup pallets. Seven different perfumes. And then there was a body wash, a Loofah, and a woman's razor.

The rep was there, she explained that these were all his now, and that he would no longer be allowed to wear the same thing 2 days in a row. In fact, he'd be expected to wear something different everyday, and he would only be allowed to wear his current outfit when he was washing the others... but she expected him to do the laundry at least twice a week so he would never have to wear that again.

It was a bit overwhelming to him, he wasn't sure he was ready for that much. Before he could say anything, she took his hand and led him to the chair, and he felt himself relaxing as the VR helmet was placed over his head...

When they took him home, they didn't just let him walk back into his house by himself. The men followed him inside, they told him to lead them to his bathroom and his bedroom. They brought in all the items, and set up his bathroom with all the makeup in a drawer, and rearranged his bathtub with the new feminine items. His bedroom was also changed, not too noticeably to the naked eye, but his closet now had an area dedicated to feminine clothing. He had a shoe rack tucked into the corner of the closet with just his high heels. They went to his bureau and made one draw just for his girly stuff: stockings, panties, and bras. And then they left.

Sunday he woke up, he was drinking his morning coffee when his phone buzzed. It was a trigger, he knew how he was supposed to act when he read it. He was paying attention during the VR. It was time to wash. And he did, and shaved off all of his body hair with his new female razor. He put on a bra, filled it with his big titties. Put on a new pair of panties, his corset, stockings, a dress which showed off how big his chest was, in the high heels. He pressed a button on the phone to confirm that he had obeyed. Another alarm went off... a trigger... now he was supposed to feel a compulsion to try out different makeup styles. He pretended the trigger worked... He obeyed. He knew the hypnosis didn't really work, but he was supposed to pretend like it did, and somehow it just seemed hotter when he did pretend that he had no choice. He had received links to certain YouTube channels, and he started practicing the makeup looks. 10 different looks in one day. And then he could go about his day acting like a girl while watching movies, or anything else he felt like doing on his own.

The next day when Morris got home from work he was exhausted, but when he walked in the door he was triggered... but he obeyed... everyday he continued this... every Saturday it was enforced. And soon, he would get home and just be waiting to get triggered so he could get into his normal routine. This was becoming a craving, and he was getting good at his makeup, getting good at doing everything in high heels. Before he even knew it, makeup wasn't something he did, it was a hobby in itself. And one that he enjoyed very much. This was all becoming second nature to him.. every week... four Saturdays.

If you've picked up on the fact that every step of his journey was double the length of the old one, you would be correct.

Four weeks into this life and that's when things changed again. This was where active bimbofication began.

He arrived at the facility on Saturday night just as he had so many times before. This time he was told he would no longer be choosing his own meals, everyday a package would appear on his doorstep. It would be three meals. And these were the only foods he was allowed to eat. He was shown an exercise routine, he had to demonstrate that he could do each one on his own, and that every night he would be shown which ones to do. In front of the rep, he started creating new online profiles for a bimbo. These profiles were for social media, emails, media accounts and so forth. The bimbo identity would be Skyla. The app opened up within a new feature, 'verification.' He was told simply that whenever he wanted to make a comment on a post using his new bimbo accounts, he would type the response into the app first, to verify that he sounded like a bimbo. What did a bimbo sound like? Dumb, slutty, superficial, and flirty.

He was told to start creating a history for his new bimbo persona, start keeping documentation, a history that would become his. And then he was put into the room with the VR helmet. And he stayed there for hours.

When he stepped out, they handed him a pink sports bra, and pink yoga pants with giant white letters that said, 'bimbo.' He was told to wear them whenever he was working out.

He went home, went to sleep, and we woke up. He saw the meals package out front and brought it inside. There was already a notification for him to work out. He put on the pink sports bra and the pink yoga pants, and he started doing the exercises. He noticed they were working on minimal effort to his arms, but putting a lot of emphasis on building up the muscles in his butt and upper thighs... you'd have a tiny waist... but he was still on that. He thought about fighting this but, somehow it was okay. It was only temporary.

While he was doing his makeup, he tried a new look that he saw online, and when he commented, he did his best to sound like a bimbo. The app approved his comment, and he posted it. It made his painted red lips smile widely when he started getting comments that supported his bimbo perspective. Not that he would have used a big word like perspective.

But as these weeks moved on, his body started to change, his upper body became smaller, and his lower body became bigger. He started to become a little bit more thinner than he had ever been before. He was eating less protein, eating more greens, he didn't really notice it at first. Even at work, he was spending a little less time doing the physically demanding jobs, and spending more time behind the computer.

His first real red flag, or perhaps it would be better to call it a pink flag, occurred when someone called out at work for his assitance. It was never really an issue before, he knew how to do most things, so if he could help out, he typically would. But he lost so much upper body strength, he was having trouble keeping up with the others. He found himself exhausted. Sore.

When he got home that day, he opened up the app... in the lower corner, there was a button that he could press to pass along complaints or concerns. He pressed it. He wrote a description of what happened, and needed a way around it.

The response was not helpful. It said that building his upper body strength would be counterproductive to his bimbofication progress. His request was denied, however, if he chose to stop being a bimbo, all he had to do was not come up to the van on Saturday per the rules of the contract..

He was annoyed, he was frustrated, and he was torn. He had enjoyed this, but he had to consider getting back to his normal self. He didn't know what he wanted to do, he knew he should be focused on his career, not this kink.

Saturday came, he was thinking that he was going to stay home. The van pulled in. He didn't immediately come out, his phone rang, he said that he didn't think he should come out.

"Dumb girls do dumb things." The rep responded.

He knew before the words were finished, he was too horny to really fight it. His heart just wasn't in it, "I'm a dumb girl who does dumb things." and he went out.

As I said, each step was twice as long as the last one, so when the 8 weeks were up, things were to change. When he arrived that day, the van pulled into the same parking lot, and he was walked into the same abandoned building. This time there was a small duffel bag, it was filled with bras, panties, and stockings. But they were different from the ones he wore. The bra definitely wouldn't be able to contain his fake titties, the cups were wayyyy too small. But they gave him no explanation, just took him to the back room, where he took his normal VR training.

When he got home, he initially did nothing with the duffel bag, he just kind of threw it in the back of the closet.

It was Monday when something had happened, he took off his big titties Monday morning, took a shower and got ready for work. When it was time to get dressed, he found himself walking to the closet, he pulled out a pair of stockings, a bra, and a pair of panties. He didn't really want to, but he couldn't seem to stop himself from putting them on. The new bra had no cups really, it kind of reminded him of a sports bra. But without really thinking about it, he started pulling up his normal work clothes around him. Wait... he was about to go to work with a bra and panties on... and stockings... under his clothes? No, he couldn't do that. He took everything off, and put on his normal clothes... his boxers felt so strange, uncomfortable... but he wasn't going to work with a bra and panties on... but as he went to leave his house, he felt an intense anxiety flowing through him... he couldn't force himself to open the door. He couldn't leave the house without a bra on panties.

Was the mind control real? He questioned himself. No. No, it was all in his head. He called out sick that day, and since he wasn't going to work, he went back to his bimbo clothes. Part of him thought he shouldn't.

He made another complaint. The response was pretty much the same, if he stopped listening to the hypno, the suggestions would go away in time, and he should probably stay away from the van on Saturday.

Tuesday, he couldn't just call out of work sick again, but he couldn't leave the house without wearing the feminine stuff underneath his man clothes. He did it. And then he did it again Wednesday.. then Thursday... and then Friday...

Saturday the van came. Morris just couldn't do that again, he needed to stop. He didn't go out immediately, they called. "I can't do this anymore... this is affecting my life, it's affecting my career. I'm sorry."

"Dumb girls do dumb things." Was the response, with no empathy.

And he knew how he was supposed to respond, but instead he decided to reject them, he opened his mouth to tell them to leave without him, "I'm a dumb girl who does dumb things." That wasn't what he was about to say and then he started walking out to the van, he was trying to stop himself... but his body was moving on its own. He just got into a van, and they drove him to the same place.

The rep was sitting there when she arrived. "I understand you had to be triggered 2 weeks in a row."

"What did you do to me? I couldn't stop myself from walking out to the van." Morris responded.

"So you actually really tried? Most people don't get as far as you do before that happens... but you're not allowed to resist. This calls for a punishment. No more orgasms for the foreseeable future."

"No more orgasms? That's it? No discussion about what you're doing to me?"

"No." The rep responded, and then gestured for her to sit in the chair for the VR training.

"No... I want to stop the Bimbofication process now."

It was a cold smile on the rep's face, "Dumb girls do dumb things."

"I'm a dumb girl who does dumb things." and Morris just walked over to the chair, sat and waited for the VR helmet.

The next night was Morris's first urge not to stay in as a woman... he just had to get out of the house... she had to get out of the house. She dressed up, her chest didn't show any skin as the dress she wore went right up to her neck, her makeup was done pretty well, and her hair had grown out long enough where she was able to style it without using a wig... looking in the mirror she was actually shocked at how much she did look like a woman.

She didn't do much, she went to a bar and had a single drink... no one looked at her like she was anything else but a woman. A guy even walked up to her, "hi, I'm John, can I buy you a drink?"

"Sure, John... and I'm Skyla." She wasn't even sure when her voice became so feminine. She flirted with him, just like in some of his training and it was almost second nature.

When she got home, she had his phone number in her purse. It made her horny thinking of the things she could have done. She knew she shouldn't be this horny... but she was. Before she went to bed, just like she had every night since it started, she gripped her cock and and gave herself the best orgasm... but awkwardly, she was thinking about John, and how a good bimbo would have been on her knees sucking his dick.

The next day he went to work, just like he had the week before with his bra, panties, and stockings underneath his male clothes. When he got home, his app was triggered, but it wasn't a normal one... it was a question with a yes or no answer, did you have an orgasm yesterday? He clicked the 'yes' button. And then the normal trigger came on after that, and 'she' started becoming a bimbo again. She went out again. But this time when she got home, there was a van waiting in her driveway. As she walked up to his door, she entered and the rep was waiting.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

The rep looked back at her, "I told you your punishment was to have no more orgasms until I told you otherwise." She opened up her hands and revealed a chastity cage. "You have to make a decision now. Would you prefer to be punished for disobeying? Or would you prefer your clitty to be locked in Chastity?"

Skyla did not like the way this was going, "neither. Look this was all fun and games, but you can't keep doing this. It's literally the only thing I have left of myself. They really control my own orgasms. To cum when I want."

The rep seemed amused with her smile, "choose."

"No. I will not choose."

The trigger was clearly the way to deal with any reluctance, "Dumb girls do dumb things."

"I'm a dumb girl who does dumb things." and then Skyla looked at the rep, "I would like to wear a chastity cage." and then she spread her legs while the woman helped her into it.

Let's pause for my readers for a quick second... if you do have a chastity cage, now is the time to put it on... Once this task is completed, continue reading... xoxoxo

She wore the cage constantly, it was always infuriating. It made her so horny, it was always chafing or something... but she was horny.. hornier.. that week they introduced some new lessons to her, how to do bimbo math. It was like normal math except it was only nine numbers instead of 10... and for some reason two and three were reversed. So her routine became simple, come home, become Skyla, spend an hour with her new math. Go out, meet new people, make new friends... come home, masturbate to porn which was infuriating with her cage... the porn was usually women that looked like they were bimbos... unfortunately all she could do was play with her cage, and she never had an orgasm.

Every Saturday, when she met with the rep, she requested to have the Chastity cage removed... the response was always 'denied...' she asked if she could have at least one orgasm: denied... somehow that just made her hornier. And it was the same thing for the next 16 weeks.

Then came the next step in her training. She showed up on a Saturday night, and she had some new toys to play with. Literally. It was a suitcase on a table and she walked in, when it was opened it was foam rubber, in movies you would see things like guns, or sniper rifles molded right into these... but here it was... sex toys: Anal plugs, dildos, anal beads, vibrators, nipple clamps, and three different gags. And then she sat in the chair.

She found that she wanted to be out of the house 4 to 5 nights a week... the 2 or 3 nights she stayed inside, she spent the night playing with these toys. Training herself how to get used to those sizes. She decided that she should always be plugged if she was caged, they'll somehow that small masculine part that was still in the back of her head suspected that she didn't make that choice at all... 'he' wasn't wrong... but that didn't stop her from enjoying it.

At the end of her second week, she had stayed home on a Friday night, and she took one of the dildos, and she used the suction cup to place it right into the frame between the living room and the dining room, she got on her hands and knees, putting a pillow under her knees because the tiled floor was rough... and she impaled herself on it. It wasn't the first time, but while she did that she watched a video of another bimbo getting fucked in the ass the same way... and then something happened. As she was getting fucked in the ass she could feel and orgasm building. And she didn't want to stop, she didn't even try to stop, But the way the cage was wrapped around her balls and her cock, it did something strange... when she came, she came slowly... it pulsed with her heartbeat, and it took almost 3 minutes before her orgasm was over...

The next night, when she got home, she had to admit to the app that she had orgasmed. The rep was there later that night, double-checked to see that the chastity cage was still in place and asked about it. Skyla let's hold her everything. And then the woman made her do it again, and she did. And then she was told to lick the mess up.

She was conflicted, the Skyla part of her that had been watching this porn for months now, wanted to, but the old Morris inside her rebelled... "I can't."

"Dumb girls do dumb things." Skyla should have seen that coming from the rep.

But Skyla did respond properly, "I'm a dumb girl who does dumb things." and then she licked up her mess.

That's when the rep said simply, "you may cum this way whenever you want, but you will not waste a drop." And she left.

That stage was 32 weeks.

The next stage would last over a year. 64 weeks. She arrived for her VR session on a Saturday night, and she was there for the entire weekend. When she returned home, she found that the entire place had been redecorated. It looked like a girl's home, there was a lot of pink. She had a makeup table in her bedroom.

He quickly found that when he was not at work, or didn't have family obligations, he would become Skyla. Skyla had a very public presence. Skyla had a very wide social media presence, or at least she was convinced she would. She started by creating an Instagram account. She was always taking pictures of herself and posting. She gained followers. She was becoming a bit of a bimbo influencer in her own way. And yet anyone who looked at Skyla would never realize that she and Morris were the same person.

Morris was thinner, he had gotten to a point where he couldn't actually help physically at his job. But he was still doing his best to stay behind the scenes with his architecture skills. He was still a good leader...

But when he didn't have to be Morris, he was eager to embrace 'her' role as Skyla. She lost the will to fight, she was starting to want to be Skyla... it wasn't just a kink anymore, it was a calling... it was a hobby... it was becoming our true self.

The next stage was 128 weeks. Over 2 years. It was time for her to come out. It was time for her to start transitioning and become Skyla permanently.

Morris had dinner with her... err his... parents. It was a delicate conversation, and he told them that deep down he had always been a woman deep down, and had been considering this for a while. The reason he had lost weight was because he had been living as a woman in his free time. Both of his parents got emotional, neither of them knew how to process. And nothing was resolved that night, but at least they didn't cut him out of their lives.

The following weekend, he rented out a place to throw a party, invited his friends for his birthday. During his speech he told everyone that he was going to be coming out as a woman named Skyla in the near future. He lost a few friends that night. But surprisingly, most of the people that were at the party supported him. Though most of them probably wouldn't have been doing so if they knew he was only doing this because he had been affected by VR induced brainwahing... but it was still nice to know that those people would still be in his life.

The Monday after that, he went into HR and told them that he was going to be transitioning. There was paperwork to be filled out, but everything went smoothly. Obviously the CEO, his father already knew... and his father seemed to avoid 'her.' That's Saturday night right after taking the next VR session, she took her first pill.

She did not wear the fake breasts to work, but would put them on after work. She wore very feminine business outfits to work as she was still an architect, she almost always wore high heels since she wouldn't be doing anything physical. She went to the gym as Skyla. Her friend started to embrace her as Skyla. As even her parents eventually accepted it. She was Skyla. Morris was gone.

Then came the second to last step. It was time to stop acting like a bimbo. Start being a Bimbo. The pills she took had completely feminized her body. But that wasn't enough.

Cosmetic procedures started to be a regular thing. Regular appointments for lip injections, implants in her cheeks, both the ones in her face, and the ones in her butt! Increase the size of her chest... She totally embraced the blonde look. Weekly appointments for her nails. A surprisingly large amount of piercings. And a few small, yet feminine tattoos.

She spent hours every week perfecting her dumb vacant look. Even her bimbo math was perfect for when she would try to solve a problem. However, that became a problem in itself. She couldn't really balance her finances after a while. The math was always wrong.

Her bimbo math was not compatible with her job as an architect either. Her body was not compatible with being a carpenter... and her father had to let her go. They still had a good relationship, but she could not work at that job. There really wasn't a job that she was good at. She was too dumb and too horny. But she was making a decent amount of money off of her socials... She expanded into the OF community.

And then she did something. She never even thought she would have before, and she became a sugar baby... she found someone that wanted to fund her lifestyle, all she had to do was make herself available for dates whenever they wanted.

She needed the money, no matter how much she made, she seemed to burn through it... but then again, bimbos weren't really known for a stable financial planning... nor restraint...

Which brings us to now... her final step, looking for a husband or wife... She needs someone that can provide permanent stability for a girl like her. Willing to pay for any surgeries she wants. Willing to pay for all the fun stuff she likes to buy, and she is willing to do anything... and I do mean anything at all that you would want her to, to maintain this lifestyle.

I picked up the picture of Skyla as I had earlier... The picture showed her with a six pack abs, big fake tits that were bigger than her head, a tiny thin waist, a big ass that could only be accomplished with implants... She looked like a model, or maybe a pornstar. "the question is, can you afford such a girl? Do you want her? Would you like to meet her?"

"I can see the wheels turning in your mind... what if I made it even sweeter for you?" I take a little box out of my drawer, and slide it across. It's a ring with a ruby gem, "if you put this on her right ring finger..." not to be confused with the one an engagement or wedding ring would be on, "Her mind will be stripped of all 10 stages for up to one minute a day. So you can always have fun rubbing in what she has become." After a slight pause I couldn't help but smile, "I thought that might have made a difference."

The End.

"Dumb girls do dumb things." Now get up, go over to a mirror and give the proper response.

Good girl.

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