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Becoming: a Blonde C***-S***ing Bimbo By Ida N. Tidy This is my first story for my 'Becoming' series. Think of it like a vacation form reality. Just a warning ahead of time, if you really want to be transformed for the duration of this story, you may not want to read this story while you are horny. Basically your vacation is simple, you let me hypnotize you, I give you some interesting memories in exchange for some email (yup, I'm an email whore). I know you're probably wondering, 'why a blond cock-sucking bimbo?' I could easily have made this to be something more respectable, or more fun. But no I chose a blond cock-sucking woman. And you're still reading because you want to know what it feels like to be a woman. Maybe this appeals to, maybe it does not, but that inner desire you have to feel a real pussy between your legs, and go out, and the center of attention is too strong for you. You know you're going to give me a chance. So just smile, and try to be open minded, I won't bite.... Or maybe you won't bite as it were? All you have to do, is for the duration of this reading, is to convince yourself that you want to obey me. Convince yourself that you want to please me. And most importantly, that you will listen to me. If you can do those three little things for me, I will make the magic happen. Just relax now. Find yourself a comfortable position as we that is okay, because they will move at my will. Your second foot reaches the step and you feel wonderfully relaxed. The only part of your body that will move, is your hand with the mouse. It will only move to help you read. Step down further. You have eight more steps to go to make us both very happy. You step down to the third step. Your mind suddenly feels slower. You feel very euphoric, and calm. You like to be hear. You start feeling a slight tingling sensation in your arms and legs. It is okay, but only because you trust my voice. For the first time you realize that I have a voice. My voice makes you feel safe. Now you step down to the fourth step. You feel so much more calm and relaxed than you ever thought possible before. Your stomach feels loose. All your worries have vanished. My voice is becoming more distinct. Very erotic to you. But you feel no sexual excitement, just relaxation. But you feel so utterly helpless and powerful at the same time. You have a need to obey this wondrous voice of mine. I ask you to let yourself sink deeper into a blissful sleep. Your eyes are so very heavy. But you cannot close them. Step down to the fifth step. Feel my voice sooth you. Make you feel balanced. Your head is cloudy, but your dream has never been clearer, or closer. Embrace the darkness as you accept my voice. Continually bring yourself deeper into a calm world. Our calm world. Step down falling ever so deeper into obedience and bliss. You want to please me, but the only way to please me is to reach the bottom of the steps. But you must do so slowly or you will not reach the bottom. You step onto the sixth step. Your body is numb, there is no sensations, no heat nor cold. No pain nor pleasure. Just tranquility. You know that my voice has wrapped you into this veil of tranquility. Nothing but peace and relaxation can touch your mind now. Your body is just a memory, not truly there. But you look on, and feel your eyes droop ever so much. You struggle to keep them open. You take another step onto the seventh. My voice possesses all of your inner most essence, your mind, you heart, your soul, your body. But there is still no worry, because you know I will not break my promise, and you know I will return everything to you soon. There is a peace that fills every part of your being. An experience that you've never felt before. You prepare for the final step. When you take the final step, you will close your eyes and count down from ten remembering each step. When you reach one, you will open your eyes, but your conscious mind will cease to exist until you are taken back up. At this point your unconscious mind will be an open book to me eagerly accepting whatever I have to write to it. Now step down and accept your fate willingly and happily. You feel so very good now. Know what to expect you read what I would do to you. You know how I could have turned you into a model. You know I could have turned you into a beautiful woman with an ego to match. I could have given you the ability to look at a page, and remember everything. But I did not offer that. I offered you a few moments as a dumb blond bimbo. A woman who's breasts defied gravity. A woman who was unable to spell a word correctly unless it looked exactly how it sounded. A slut who wanted cock anyway she could get it. You chose this and accepted this as my gift to you, because you want to be a woman. Now you get to be one. Imagine how you look. Feel your legs grow as your body shrinks. You only lose about 4 inches in height, but your legs now take up sixty percent of your height. Watch as your hair descends into your vision. The hair continues to grow until it naturally forms the perfect hair for a slutty blonde bimbo. Feel as you stomach tightens and shrinks before your eyes. Watch the hair on your legs retract into their pores. Lift your hand in front of you and watch as your fingernails extend an inch and wondrously change to a magnificent shade of red. You watch as your chest expands to an enormously huge size. You look between your legs and watch in total peace and comfort as you se your dick retract down and under your legs. You have no sensation between your legs, but you know from my promise that you have a sexy vagina now. You then feel a tightening all over your skin as you know anything that may have one been male about you, is turned to female. But there is no sensation in these wonderful places yet. Now to let you understand how these feel. The sensation that once accompanied the stroking of your shaft, is now felt across your breasts and the lips on your face. The feeling that once accompanied the massaging of your balls and scrotum is now the feeling on your tongue and nipples. The gentle stroking nature on the head of your penis fills your pussy lips and double the sensation of that is what your clit feels like. That deep sensation in your waist that you feel just before you orgasm, is what it feels like to be penetrated. And when you orgasm, you penis does not cum, for you are not truly having an orgasm, you only think you are. You feel that sensation that you would normally feel, except that it envelopes your entire body. Now you understand what it physically feels like to be a blond bimbo woman. Now it is time to understand what it is like to be a horny cock-sucking submissive blonde bimbo. Remember this: ' ~~#|#~~' When next you see what is in those quotes, these words will no longer be your story, but your memory. Every thought, feeling, smell and sound you have from the time you see it, will become a glorious memory from the time you read that symbol, until you see it again later. Now before we begin, you must become dumb. You want to be blond, dumb and full of cum. You already are blond, now you have to be dumb. Feel your mind slowly grow numb. Each word you read becomes more confusing to you. Your mind is slowly becoming useless. The only thing you know how to do now, is attract men. It hurts to think about anything that is not about sex. If you thought about how to spell a word, all that would come to your mind are letters that look like the word. If you wanted to write a man that his penis excited you. You would write, 'yur Pnis xsites me,' but that is only because you are not smart enough to spell any better. You don't know math. 1+1 is a concept far too confusing for a delicate and dumb mind like your own. But don't worry about it, You can only hold two thoughts in your head at one time, and almost one of them is always sex. And if you are at a point where you could do something sexual, you can only hold one thought. Did you know what it is to pleasure yourself with a cum-filled cock? Of course you did, it's the only thing you really know. Now let's begin. ~~#*#~~ You start by pulling on your thong. It feels so good tightly pulled up your ass crack. It makes you feel slutty. It's a good feeling, because you know it'll get you a man that much quicker. You know you should put on a bra like a good girl, but you are not a good girl at all. You are a cum starved bimbo. So instead you just pull on your black stockings., very gently of course, if you scratched them, they may take away the effect. Next you pull over a slinky dress. Very low cut back, and as long as you stand up perfectly straight, you will not have to worry about your butt showing. You then go to the bathroom, and look yourself I the face. You are really horny, and you already look flawless. So you grab three things, eye shadow, mascara, and lipstick. You put your eye shadow on, and smudge it a little with your finger. Then you apply your mascara for nice long and dark eyelashes. Lastly you take out your tube of a crimson colored lipstick, and watch your lips transform from a soft pink, to pure evil red. You leave the bathroom, and put on your wonderfully high heels. They give you that extra something in your calves and ass. You take a look in a full length mirror, and you turn sideways, grab one of your breasts, blink at yourself, and practice, 'Please fuck me.' You love the effect, so you lave the room, leave your home, and go to a nearby bar. A man walks up to as you stand at the bar slightly bent, and therefore, showing a little of your ass. It makes you feel horny to know how exposed you are. The man whispers in your ear, 'You must have washed your pants in Windex,' cause I can see myself I them!' You don't really get the joke, after all you are wearing a dress. But the man must be very smart. You are suddenly very attracted to him, 'I'm not sure what you mean by that hun...' You take a deep breath and let out a seductive, 'But if you would like to fuck me, I'm with you.' You smile to him genuinely. The man smiles. And he leads you to the men's room. As you get in you just naturally fall to your knees very happy. You help him open his pants, and are disappointed to see that it is still flaccid. But you quickly get yourself excited, because you are sure you can get him hard. You take it between your thumb and index finger and ask it if it likes you, and then you lick under the shaft and watch it do a little bounce, you giggle a bit. You realize that your thong is completely wet, and is bleeding through to your dress. You don't care, after all you are that horny. You take it between your lips, and he is quickly at full attention. You like the look of his dick with a ring of lipstick around it. Your ring of lipstick. You love the sensation that comes with his dick sliding in and out of your mouth. Somehow deep down you know that your lips feel the exact same sensations that his penis is feeling, at least how the shaft does. Its intoxicating to you. You realize that your wetness is dripping down the side of your leg, and forming a small puddle on the floor. Finally the stroking sensation in your mouth leads to your first orgasm of the night. You pat him on the head, stand up, walk to a mirror and reapply your lipstick. As you leave the bathroom you enter the main area of the bar. You see twenty men, naked, hard and at attention. You look down yourself, and see one drop after another dripping from your soaking pussy, splashing on the floor. You love being a woman, after all that means multiple orgasms... ~~#*#~~ At the end of this sentence, I want you to close your eyes, and count down from ten, then open them again, when you do you will have embraced this roll ten times more than you had a moment ago. Now don't you feel so good? Yes, you feel amazing. Now would you like to have the other twenty men? I know you do, but you can't. I know you're disappointed, but I will let you have them if you do something for me. When you are done reading this paragraph, you must open your email, without letting this window close. You are to email me, [email protected], and tell me exactly what you are going to do with those big wonderful cum filled cocks. You will use as much detail as possible. And when you are done, and only when you press send, you may add what ever descriptions you sent to me, to your memory of being a cum craving, dumb blonde. If at all you feel yourself losing any of your feminine attributes or personality, then simply close your eyes, and count down from ten, and embrace the woman you are. And when you are done, do not forget to sign it. You have after all a very degrading, but appropriate name for a dumb blond like yourself. I wonder if you can even spell your name right? Now write your email. Good girl.. Now its time to awaken form your brief fantasy and vacation of being a dumb blond. Slowly feel as your vacuous knowledge is quickly replaced, with the full knowledge of the man you once were, the man you will soon be. Your mind may still be asleep, but it is comforting to have your identity back to you. Feel as your dick emerges from your sweet pussy and slowly moves back to where it has always been. Feel your balls descend to just under your dick. Feel you waist thicken, your body grow taller. Feel every inch of your body returning to its former male state. Now its time to wake up. I'm going to count from 5 and when you reach one, you will feel wide awake, relaxed, and at peace. Five, emerging form the depths of your mind. Four. Coming up, feeling your muscles control returning to you. Feeling at ease with your mind and body. Three. Coming closer to the veil of consciousness.. Feel yourself floating upward, well your surrounding becoming more real.. Two Ready to awaken, and e-mail me about how this has made you feel. One. Wide awake. Well I hope you enjoyed this experience. If you did, I'd love for you to write me, I'm such a feedback-slut. I would like to write another one in the future, but I'm not sure yet. Any ideas on what the topic could be? Slave girl? Become a dominatrix? Just play with your toys? Naughty nurse? French maid? Whore? Lesbian? Or if you have a suggestion, please mention it, if it piques my interest, I may just make it happen. Well thanks for reading, have fun. And enjoy yourself, but not too much, too fast, nor too.

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My wife gave a country singer a blowjob on our bed and loved every swallow of it. At least that's what she told me at the pre divorce meeting. Here's how it all started and progressed, right up to the end: I had heard about how affairs and cheating started, sometimes in the workplace, and other times at a party or even a chance meeting in the produce section of the local super mart. With Kathleen, it was none of the above. She backed up right into his car when she pulled out of our...

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Singing Jasens Song Part 5

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Escape from Singapore

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