It was a calm warm late morning. The breeze blew in making the plain white curtains flap softly and calmly in the distance of her sleep. It was not enough to wake her. Only help calm her in the safety of sleep.
It was only the faint sound of a truck honking on the urban streets that lay below the tall apartment complex. Combined with the breeze on her bare naked back, the honk was enough to slowly awake the young beauty that was huddled comfortably on her left shoulder hugging the pillow under her right cheek.
She awoke with a pleasant sigh that escaped her lips. Immediately upon opening her eyes she could feel something in her head. It was an intense thumping as if she had been at a rock concert the night before. Her ears were still ringing.
She gently rubbed her eyes but could feel a slight pain as she did.
“Owey….” She said without thinking as her long red perfectly rounded finger nail scratched her eye lid.
She then opened her eyes from the shock. She didn’t have long nails or at least did not remember having them. It was hard to think. It was like she her mind was floating on a cloud and staring through fog high in the sky. She looked down and saw the perfectly groomed nails and sat up slowly and scratched her head. She could feel long soft and seemingly curly hair. That is when she felt that same softness around her neck, shoulders, upper back, and just at the top of her ample breasts.
She held her hair in her hand and held it up turning her head at an angle to see. It was white almost platinum blonde and curly. She stopped and stared at the hair thinking about it. Her eyes narrowed. She didn’t have long blonde hair. At least she didn’t think so. Oh it was so hard to think. She felt that ringing in her ears continue. She held her hand up and rested her forehead against it as she thought….or tried to think.
As the beauty was debating whether she had long hair or not, she finally, after several minutes, remembered she didn’t. In fact she remembered it being short, dark brown, and almost a buzz cut like a man’s. Her thought was interrupted when her hair fall over the top of her breasts. Her soft hair fell across her breasts and gently tickled her nipple. Her nipples were very sensitive and immediately became pert and erect. She let out a girlie feminine giggle. Something a silly teenage cheerleader might sound like. She completely forgot what she was thinking about.
They were very large, perfectly round, and defied gravity. Her nipples were large to match. About the diameter of a silver dollar. The hair on her breasts sent a chill throughout her body that suddenly sent shockwaves between her legs.
“Ohhhhhh.....” she said not used to the feeling.
Her skin was a perfect smooth pinkish-peachish white. She had a complexion any woman would want. The type that the white girl next door would have.
She reached up and felt her head again.
“Oh God…..” she half moaned out. Half from pleasure. Half from fear. That fear and arousal seemed to increase when her slow mind finally noticed the size of her breasts and it hit her.
“What happened to me?” she said in a higher girlish tone. She sounded young, sexy and stupid. She did not notice at first but her voice also seemed to be different.
Her breasts were at least a D cup, maybe more. They also looked large and obviously fake like a 1990’s Playboy centerfold or a Baywatch beauty.
She tried to think about this and what was happening to her…or what had happened. It was so hard to think and she was realizing this very slowly. She became very nervous as her thoughts slowly came together making it even more difficult to think. She shook in fear.
She was scared because she knew this was not her body. It was nothing like this. She hated long haired girlie girls. The only thing she hated more was fake breasted California blonde types. She couldn’t seem to remember who she was or what her name was but could remember that she shouldn’t look like this.
She reached up with her hand and felt them. The first thing she felt was a sensation between her legs again.
“Ohhhhhhwhoooaaa….” She said and pulled her hand away quickly breathing heavily from arousal and shock. She forgot all about being frightened and stopped shaking. She tried to think and through the air and fog before asking herself…”where am I?” in her head or at least she thought it was in her head which it was not. She said it out loud without thinking…again. After a minute or so she wondered…”who am I?” which she also said out loud.
Her thought process continued.
“Oh yea that’s like good right? Who am I is like totally more important than where right?” she thought and said somewhat confused.
“How did my tits get so big?” she thought out loud again. She thought hard as well to the point that her brain pain resurfaced. She then realized….”Oh tit implants!” She smiled and grew a big smile on her face. She was so happy she figured it out. She even clapped a little and bounced on the extra springy bed. Her breasts bounced with her but only slightly in a hard fake way.
She suddenly then seemed to get upset. “Wait a minute. I have tittie implants? I don’t remember getting them. Actually I hate them…..I think.” She looked so confused and so lost right now.
She sat on the bed and thought more but it was too hard. She finally then realized after several minutes that she was in an unfamiliar apartment. She knew she had never seen it but it felt like home to her. The frilly pink silk sheets and the pink curtains. The whole room was a mixture of pink and white.
“Pink!” was the first thing she thought excitedly but she didn’t just think it. She said it. She said it in a slightly high pitched teenaged sounding tone. Her voice was not that of a teenager but the way she said things.
Her hands then reached up and covered her mouth. “What happened to me?” she mumbled through her hands. Suddenly she realized she couldn’t hear what she had said. She took her hands off her mouth and said it again “What happened to me?” This time she heard herself and smiled “Oh that’s right. That’s what I was thinking about!” she said happily and let out a very slight giggle.
She covered her mouth again. “I don’t giggle.” She thought and said at the same time again with her mouth covered. “Ahh this time I like….remembered what I had just thought….and…like said” she said after taking her hands off her mouth. After her statement registered in her cloudy mind she giggled again. She then wondered why she giggled and didn’t realize she had giggled a third time. This time longer and even more ditsy sounding.
She then took a deep breath and saw the outline of her image on the vanity mirror. She slowly got up and walked towards the vanity. She suddenly felt tight in her calves. It was suddenly painful to walk flat footed but she managed enough to walk and stand in front of the mirror where her image got larger.
She was twisting some of her new blonde hair in her right first finger. She didn’t even realize she was doing it. Her mouth dropped when she saw what appeared to be the most stereotypical bimbo looking back at her.
Her mouth that was dropped was surrounded by pink thick lips. Slightly more plump than Angelina Jolie’s. Her face had no flaws. No pimples. No imperfections. Her large ocean blue eyes widened in shock.
Her hair fell over her upper body and it was almost bleached but had a hint of golden tint to her soft curley locks.
“Like! Oh my God!....Like…..what happened to me!” she yelled out. It was hard to find the right words and it just seemed so natural to say “like” as she was trying to find them. It was also difficult to stop herself from saying what she was thinking though she hadn’t realized that yet.
“I like….totally look like a bimbo!” she cried out and heard what she said.
“Like! Oh my God! I am talking like one too!” she said and her head thumped slightly though the feeling was getting softer.
At that moment is when she noticed on the large femininely styled desk in front of the vanity mirror there was a note or something. She looked down and picked up the paper weight that was holding it down with her right hand. Just then the wind blew it from the grasp of her left hand.
The paper started blowing wildly around the room. She tried to run after it but the pain in her heels was getting to be intense the more chased after the blowing paper. She could feel her new breasts moving some as she ran. She could feel the silicone stuffed bags inside her breasts swing.
Finally she dived across the bed and was able to trap it with one of her new breasts. She slowly pulled it out from under her body and looked at it. She sighed.
“Oh this is great. They wrote it upside down.” She thought and said out loud. “What good is this going to do me?” she said and tossed it off to the side in frustration. The paper then got caught in the wind again doing a circular motion high in the room almost at the ceiling before a gust of wind blew right into her face.
This time the writing was right side up. She smiled when she saw this and reached up with her right hand and pulled it off to look at it.
“Ohhhhh I geeetttt it!” she said long and slow as if coming to a big realization. She giggled again. “I was holding it upside down. Duh, who writes upside down?” She said out loud and giggled again. Just then her giggle gave way to a frown “Oh my God. Why am I acting like this? I’m totally not stupid. I was like….int….intel….intelli….smart in school.” She said struggling for the words.
Words like the ones on the paper that she finally noticed after several minutes of convincing her air-filled mind that she was smart. She looked at the words and focused on them. It had a Canadian flag on it.
“DOB? Now what in the world is a dob??” She asked herself outloud spelling it the way it sounded. Next to it, it read “9/17/85.” She looked at the numbers. It looked familiar. She knew it meant something but couldn’t tell. “Ohhh!” She then realized the first number meant a month. She started to count the months in order in her head or so she thought.
“January…February….September….June….ummm….like…..December….October….July….umm….” She held her head before continuing. She had to stop and think about how many she counted. She couldn’t remember. She got up and went back to the desk and opened the drawers looking for a pen. She had to write this down.
Just as she was looking for a pen and paper she noticed a bundle of money. She suddenly smiled and forgot all about the pen and paper. She also felt a rush go down her spine and between her legs. Her nipples became erect and attentive. She picked up the role of bills. She saw they were all 20s. She started to count them out.
“1…2….3….4…..” she continued slowly. The more she counted the slower and harder it got. She finally got to 20 and had to stop. “Ohhhh that hurts….” She said and held her head. “I’m like good with numbers….” She said almost trying to convince herself at this point. She knew deep down she was dumber than a box of rocks but she also knew she shouldn’t be. Her mind had no idea of what to do.
Suddenly she lost her train of thought when she saw more words on the original paper. It read..”Name: Muffy Madison.” When she saw the name it was a mix of comfort and fright. She knew it shouldn’t be her name but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t think of hers and Muffy felt so right and so natural.
“Muffy….” She said her new name out loud for the first time and smiled and giggled some. “Duh…like how could you forget your name Muffy” she said to herself happily and looked at the mirror.
She then looked down at the money and then around the almost empty bedroom except for the desk, mirror, bed and closet. Her closet was open and full. Full of brightly colored clothes, many of them pink or purple.
She also saw several pairs of high heels underneath them. She couldn’t help but smile as she looked at her new wardrobe fit for a Playmate. She reached in and pulled out two bra and panties sets. They were both very frilly and brightly colored, one pink and one violet. Both bras were designed for maximum lift (not that she needed it) and both panties were in the form of thongs. In fact all of her underwear was thongs.
She took the pink and slowly pulled her panties up followed by the bra. She could immediately feel just a slight stimulation between her legs. The soft silk thong along her vagina and anus sent slight feelings of pleasure through her body.
“Mmmm silk feels sooooo totally good,” she commented.
She then found a tiny pink top and matching skirt. The shirt was so tight that she had just a little bit of trouble buttoning it up. It put her large obviously fake breasts on display for anyone who wanted to see it and even those who did not want to see it. Her skirt did not do her much help in covering up either. It was extremely tight and only barely her butt.
The tight clothes felt oddly comfortable and natural to her. She liked the feeling of the panties and the bra pushed up from the bottom and did not cover her nipples. The shirt also stimulated her big nipples making them erect and on display for anyone to see. Still…she felt content, especially when she put matching pink heels on.
“Oh my God. That feels totally like..better,” she said stupidly as she felt the relief on her tendons.
She turned and looked at herself in the mirror. “Wow…I’m totally hot!” she said with enthusiasm and she did not realize that she was not supposed to like it. In fact all of a sudden it was the only thing she was worried about. She quickly returned to the vanity and began adjusting her skirt and top and frizzing her hair with her hands. She had a sudden urge to look absolutely perfect.
She leaned over giving her a breasts a nice look. They were pushed up and together like something you’d see on a wrestling show, rap video or pornographic movie. She then stood straight up and turned around bending over examining her ass. She even reached out and gave it a good spank. Tight and firm just like she was hoping.
Dr. Greg Gibbs turned around to his female assistant Dr. Lara Turner and smiled.
“It looks as though the transformation of Jennifer Van Kousin went as planned. Call Harrison and tell him that he can return to the lab now. There were no adverse reactions for him to take care of,” Dr. Gibbs said.
“Of course Doctor,” responded Turner in an obedient yet intelligence tone.
She then looked up at the screen as the motion activated cameras in Muffy’s room monitored her. “I must say Doctor, this is some of your finest work,” Dr. Turner said with an evil smile.
“Now Lara, you say that about all of the bimbos we produce. Out of all of the projects we have, you do love the bimbos,” he commented.
“Well I’m sorry Dr. After all I am human and I know how we trained her. One night with her and I would be smiling for a week,” she commented.
“Maybe I will send you out to Toronto then. It would be nice to have you in a good mood for a change,” he responded.
She laughed like any kiss ass would to a superior “Oh that was a good one Dr,” she said with a forced laugh.
He just gave her a serious look. “Bring patient number 2007-231 please Lara,” intentionally failing to address her as Doctor as always.