SRU Reforming the Brat
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SRU: The Bimboizer
By Morpheus
Al Farmer yawned, watching the snot nosed teenage punks running around the
fountain at the mall. Here he was a slightly overweight, 37 year Old Man,
who could only get a job as a security guard for this mall. It wasn't
much at all, but it was all that he had, so he took his job seriously,
even though he was a bit of a laughingstock at times.
He'd seen this group of teenagers before, and knew that they could be
trouble, so kept a close eye on them. He didn't want to create any kind
of a scene, so just stood back trying not to be noticed. Then he saw one
of the punks running out of a store, clutching something in his hand.
Al jumped into action, as fast as his slow pace would allow. He grabbed
the kid by the collar, forcing him to drop the shoplifted item to the
ground. "Gotcha now," Al told the kid, who only sneered back at him.
Picking up the shoplifted thing the kid dropped, Al saw that it was a
rather expensive looking diamond ring. "Looks like grand theft," Al told
the kid, smiling. The teen started to look a little nervous, then all his
friends started to surround Al.
In a few seconds Al was surrounded by 7 teenagers, all of which looked
like they were ready to jump him. Al suddenly felt nervous, wishing he'd
thought to call for backup. Al released his grip on the shoplifter, and
nervously reached for his walkie talkie, as the punks started to step
forward, when suddenly they all froze. A look of fear appeared on their
faces, and all of them ran off.
Curious Al turned around, to see an Old Man standing behind him. Al
wondered what made the kids run off. The Old Man was dressed in some kind
of bathrobe, which Al thought was rather odd. He'd seen this guy around
before, and knew that the Old Man ran one of the stores here in the mall.
Must have been his store that was stolen from, Al realized.
"Hello Al," the Old Man said to him, "thank you for the help stopping the
shop lifter and returning my merchandise."
"Uh, you're welcome, Mr.....? Say, what is your name?"
The Old Man chuckled, and Al suddenly forgot his question. "We can call
the real police so you can press charges," Al told the Old Man.
"No," the Old Man said, looking at Al in the eye, making him feel nervous
for some reason. "I don't think I want to press charges."
Al shrugged. He didn't agree with it, but it was the Old Mans decision.
"Well, I'm at least making sure that they aren't allowed back into the
mall again. Their kind cause businessmen like you a lot of money, and
make my job hard." Al laughed a bit, "At least they're giving me job
security", and the Old Man laughed along.
"Well", the Old Man said, reaching inside his robe, and pulling out a
small box, "I want to thank you for your help," and he handed the box to
Al.
"Oh, I couldn't," Al politely refused, but after the Old Man insisted, Al
reluctantly accepted his reward. And waved good by to the Old Man who
went back into his shop, with the sign Spells R Us hanging above the door.
The Old Man chuckled. Now to have some fun with those thieves.
Going up to the back office for a coffee break, and to report what
happened, Al stopped and sat down for a few minutes, then curiously looked
at the small cardboard box the Old Man had given him. Opening the top Al
chuckled, and picked up the plastic toy ray gun that was inside. It
looked like some sort of Flash Gordon ray gun, and had Bimboizer 2000
written clearly on the side.
Al chuckled at this gag gift the Old Man had given him. Cute. Al saw
that there weren't any batteries in it, but there were a couple sitting in
the box. They said Spells R Us on them too. Obviously the stores generic
batteries. Shrugging he put them into the gun. He pointed it at the wall
across from him and pulled the trigger. An odd hum resulted, and a
flashing light at the end. "Cute," Al said. Laughing he slipped the toy
gun into his belt, and went to file his report.
Once again Al was doing his walk around the mall, constantly glancing at
his watch, seeing that he only had another hour before his shift was over.
Looking up Al noticed one of those punks from a couple hours earlier was
back. Angry Al remembered to call for backup, in case these punks tried
anything again.
Al stormed up to the punk, demanding, "Get out of the mall NOW."
The teen laughed, then Al suddenly realized he was being surrounded by
these teens again. However he noticed that there were two less of them
this time, and wondered where the other two were. Probably keeping watch,
he decided.
Al reached for his night stick, hoping it would be useful against the
switch blades he saw in two of the punks hands, but his hand accidentally
pulled the toy gun out instead. The punks saw it and laughed, and Al felt
his ears start to burn and his face turn red. "So much for being taken
seriously."
Since he had the gun in hand Al pulled the trigger anyway, and suddenly
the punk he pointed it at started to shimmer and shift. A second later
the punk was gone, and a very buxom teenage blonde girl was standing there
instead, looking a bit confused. "Like, where am I," she said, sounding
like an airhead. The other teenagers started at her, mouths open, and
lust clearly visible in their eyes. Al was forgotten about for the
moment.
Al was clearly shaken as well, but instead of questioning his good luck,
pulled the trigger again, and was pleased to see the same thing. The
second teenage punk vanished, to be replaced by some bimbo, who also
seemed confused. The other punks noticed it this time, and started to
back away from Al, not wanting that to happen to them. Again Al shot, and
quickly got all of them as they tried to run away.
He chuckled as one suddenly stopped in mid run, and tripped over her own
new high heeled shoes. God they were gorgeous, Al thought, staring at
each of these buxom young women. Al noticed that none of them seemed to
have any memories of who they had been minutes before, so let them start
wandering away, mostly to the nearest clothes shops.
The other guards arrived, and Al told them that the punks panicked and ran
as soon as he called for backup, which satisfied them. Al smiled,
wondering just what he was going to do with his new Bimboizer 2000.
Finally his shift was done, and Al couldn't wait to get home and check out
his new toy a bit more seriously. Just as he was leaving her heard, "Hey
Pops," and groaned. Eddie Marks, one of the other security guards, and
one of the youngest to boot.
Al turned around to face Eddie, wondering what Eddie would come up with
this time. Al knew that Eddie laughed at him behind his back, and made
jokes about him. That didn't really bother Al. What bothered Al was that
Eddie was such a punk himself. He was so cocky, and always knew just what
buttons to push to get All annoyed.
After several minutes of listening to Eddie chatter on, subtly mocking
him, Al started getting annoyed again. He wished Eddie would get to the
point. Finally in desperation Al pointed the Bimboizer at Eddie and
pulled the trigger, and was pleased to see the smirk on Eddies face be
replaced by one of confusion for a second, as the whole face was replaced
as well.
The new Bimbo Eddie, not even seeming aware that she'd changed, kept on
chattering, though this time about clothing and fashion, and giggling a
lot. Al smiled, thinking how much more pleasant this was. After several
more minutes Eddie giggled, then stopped, and asked Al if he wanted a blow
job.
Stunned Al shook his head yes, as the bimbo drew him to one of the back
rooms and pulled down his pants and went to work. When Eddie was done Al
felt great, and watched as Eddie licked his lips and walked out, wiggling
his now gorgeous behind.
Going home Al changed into civvies, and decided to take a walk in the
park, making sure to bring his gun with him. He wanted to have some fun,
and knew about a couple of punks that had been hanging around the park as
well. After a brief visit to his overbearing, obnoxious landlord first,
he thought, grinning.
As he was going out one of his neighbors, Mrs. Atkins, the divorced
business woman, sneered down at him again. Al always felt belittled by
her. She always treated him like he was dumb, because he'd been forced to
drop out of high school, while she had a college degree and a high paying
job.
Al hated it when she treated him like he was dumb, and wasn't surprised
when she did it again, acting polite, but in a patronizing way, as if he
were a child. "I'll show her who's dumb," he thought, and shot her with
the bimboizer, leaving a gorgeous buxom young woman where she'd been. One
who was almost as dumb as a post. One who was more than happy to go back
to Al's apartment, and show him a good time.
It wasn't until later that evening that Al finally got to get out and play
around with his toy a bit more. He purposely walked alone, trying to
attract muggers. He grinned after having one would be mugger walking
away, now as a prostitute, but didn't find any more.
Reluctantly he went home, and yawned. Getting ready for bed he stripped
down to his boxers and stood posing in front of the mirror. "You're not
as young as you used to be," he said to his reflection. He'd been having
fun with his new toy, but knew it couldn't last.
He thought about how beautiful those new bimbo's were, and how happy they
all seemed to him. As he thought about it, he got depressed. That gun
had given him a sense of power, and when he'd used it on those punks, he
also felt like he was doing something worthwhile, stopping criminals. He
had almost felt like some sort of super hero, and he liked that feeling.
Standing in front of the mirror again, he held the gun, imagining himself
dressed in some sort of superhero costume, and scaring criminals, leaving
behind hordes of eager bimbo's where villains would have been.
Pulling the gun from the waistband of his boxers, and his imaginary
holster, he practiced his quick draw, but hit the trigger as he faced the
mirror. Seconds later a gorgeous blonde woman stood where he'd been,
holding a silly toy gun. She was confused and tossed the toy into the
garbage can by the bathroom sink, and went to look around her apartment.
Whether it was purely an accident, or a subconscious action that caused
the change, Alicia was very happy, not even remembering who she'd been
shortly before. She was young and beautiful, and full of energy, that she
was determined to use for her new favorite activities. Shopping, and
boys. And not necessarily in that order.
Sitting comfortably in a recliner the Old Man smiled. The reward hadn't
turned out quite like he'd planned, but Al was still happy, so he was
satisfied.
The End
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