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SRU: Bimbo Bread
By Jezzi Belle Stewart
(c) 2002 Turn Right Productions
Ellie Dauberowski sat for a moment in her '84 Yugo in the
parking lot of Round Lake's only 7-11 convenience store
repairing her face. She had started to cry almost
immediately after leaving the parking lot of the detective
agency and finally decided to pull in and park before she
became a hazard to others on the road. That was Ellie:
kind, considerate, model wife and mother Ellie; "Good Old
Ellie" her friends called her, even though she was only
twenty-five. Need some help? Good Old Ellie would drop what
she was doing and help you out. The consensus of the
neighborhood was that Ellie was a saint - and that her
husband, Rob, was a skirt chasing misogynist boar who took
Ellie for granted.
Elli had just found out - long after everyone else knew it
- that they were right. Rob was having an affair, far from
his first. This time it was with Bobbi, the big blonde, big
boobed, big butted, bimbo beautician who worked in the
beauty salon next to Rob's current construction site.
(Ellie, an English Lit major before she dropped out of
college so Rob could get his degree, had a thing for
alliteration.) At least Rob thought Bobbi was a bimbo. She
had turned out not to be, which is why she had contacted
Ellie and made the date. Rob was not the sharpest tack in
the box, and Bobbi had noticed the quarter inch wide band
of white skin on his third finger, left hand when she
finally saw him without his construction gloves on while
washing his hands. (Rob made love to Bobbi wearing his
construction gloves, hard hat, and tool belt. He had a
thing - though not THAT thing - for the Village People,
something Ellie would never understand.) It was Bobbi who
had contacted Gil "Gotcha" Garambo, groovy but gung-ho
gumshoe. When his report was ready, she had called Ellie,
calmly introduced herself as Rob's EX - emphasis on EX -
mistress, and invited Ellie to meet with her and "Gotcha".
"Gotcha" looked like something out of a Mickey Spillane
novel, a look he cultivated, Bobbi, dressed for work in a
pink smock looked as described above, it was what her
customers expected, and Ellie? Ah, what of Ellie? Ellie
looked and acted like a TV sitcom mom from the '50's, just
like Rob liked her to look, pretty in her shirtwaist that
revealed no cleavage and came to just below the knees, but
not TOO pretty, smart, but not TOO smart, and sweetly
slightly sexy sentimental submissive. Ah, what was to
become of Ellie?
That, along with *That son-of-a-bitch!* were the thoughts
running through Ellie's mind as she sat in the Yugo (Rob
drove a Mercedes) powdering her nose and repairing the tear
damage. Finding no ready-to-hand answer, she fell back on
habit. She needed bread and lunchmeat and treats to fix
Rob's lunch for the next four days. Getting out of the car,
she looked to see that her seams were straight ('50's look,
right?). When she glanced back up, the 7-11 was gone and in
it's place was a little shop that looked like it had hopped
right out of the latest Harry Potter book. The sign over
the wooden door read "Spells 'R Us". *Curiouser and
curiouser!* thought Ellie, our little Alice, who, still
needing bread, prepared to walk through her version of the
looking glass.
Once inside, she marveled at the wide variety of what Rob
would call "junk" that crowded the shelves. Her eyes lit up
as she spied racks and racks of old books. "A book is not
what you need today, Ellie," said a voice behind her,
"although it is an impressive collection, is it not?"
Ellie turned around to see an old man in a robe. "Oh, you
must be a wizard." she said. "You look a lot like the
headmaster in the Harry Potter movie."
The wizard was impressed. No "How do you know my name?" or
any of the other usual questions. He gave her a questioning
look.
"English Lit major." she explained.
The Wizard nodded, as if that was all the explanation he
needed, and decided he would get right to the point. "I
understand you need a loaf of bread and some lunchmeat to
make sandwiches for your errant husband's lunch?" he asked.
"Yes," sniffed Ellie "although he doesn't deserve them.
Always wanting me to do 'things' and then when I won't give
in to his pleading for pleasingly pleasant but perverse
pleasures he promptly passes to prettier pastures! The
cheating BASTARD!"
Ellie was a good girl, had been a virgin at their marriage,
and while having no background to close her eyes and think
of England, did think fondly of her girlhood home of Boise,
and, interestingly, of her German Shepherd, Puck.
The wizard put aside thoughts of forcibly reforming English
Lit programs in the nation's universities. He knew that
Ellie almost never raised her voice, let alone swore, so he
knew she was very, very angry at Rob.
"Oh, he deserves the sandwiches you'll make using this
bread!" he said, and he produced a loaf of sliced white
bread in a plastic bag with the brand name "Bimbo Bread" on
it and the picture logo of a bunny. "Today is Monday, just
use it for the rest of the week. To get the best results,
find a way to get him to make his own sandwiches." He held
up his hand in an attention getting gesture. "Now this is
important. You must tell him to read and follow the
directions on the package. Nothing will happen if you
don't. Do you understand?"
Ellie nodded. She knew The Wizard had something planned for
Rob, but frankly, she was not feeling kindly toward Rob, or
men in general, at that moment. She paid him the $1.49
stamped on the package, and flipped the penny from change
into the little dish on the counter.
The Wizard handed her the bread and a bag with lunchmeat in
it. "The meat is just regular sliced beef," he said. "Yours
free today. What's put in between the bread isn't
important; just make sure he uses this bread."
Ellie thanked The Wizard and was about to leave the shop
when he stopped her to give her a last piece of advice.
"You might want to call Bobbi and tell her to expect some
changes from Rob tomorrow when he visits her during his
afternoon break. I know she was going to reveal my friend
'Gotcha's' findings and tell him to take a hike, but tell
her she should just go with the flow."
Ellie nodded; it made sense. She left the store, and when
she reached the Yugo and turned, the 7-11 was back.
That night, as she was flat on her back, just as she felt
Rob a few seconds away from deflowering her for the 527th
time, she pushed Boise and Puck aside and said matter-of-
factly, "I forgot to make your sandwich; you'll have to do
it in the morning. Be sure to read the directions on the
bread." Rob grunted, but his mind was between his legs at
that moment as the freight train of his love was about to
hurtle into the tunnel of delight.
[Disclaimer: the author is functioning here as all seeing
reporter and takes no responsibility for Rob's sexual
imagery. She hereby also apologizes to all English Lit
majors, fans of the Village People, German Shepherd
fanciers, citizens of Boise, buxom blonde beauticians,
frigid housewives, and to the people who make the real
Bimbo Bread.]
The next morning, Ellie stayed in bed, pleading a headache,
till after Rob had left. When she finally arose and went
down to the kitchen, she found the bread, sliced roast
beef, and mayonnaise all open. She picked up the bread and
read the directions on the package. They were in very small
print:
"Bimbo bread is designed to be a delicious meal all by
itself and should not be eaten in contact with any other
food product or products. The results of doing so may be in
body and mind modifications not necessarily to the
consumer's liking."
She smiled. Taking Bobbi's business card from her purse (T
& A Beauty Salon: We make you gorgeous top to bottom.) She
went to the phone and dialed her number. She couldn't wait
till Rob got home.
At lunch, Rob couldn't believe how good his sandwich
tasted.
Right at 2:30, Bobbi watched as Rob came through the door
of the salon as usual. That was the last normal thing that
happened. Rob was NOT wearing his tool belt, hard hat or
gloves. He glided over to Bobbi. Glided was the only word
Bobbi felt fit. Then, instead of the usual butt and boob
grope, he kissed her lightly on the cheek, complimented her
on her hair and the blending of her eye shadow and said,
"You MUST help me with this hair, darling! The color is
wrong. The cut is wrong. It's a disaster! I didn't notice
till after lunch; I can't believe I went the whole morning
like this!" The whole time he (?) was speaking his (?)
hands were fluttering around his head. All of a sudden he
(?) noticed his (?) nails and looked shocked. "OH... MY...
GAWD! My nails, too!" He put his (?) hands on his (?) hips.
"You, darling are my personal body stylist as well as my
dear girlfriend, how could you let me get this way. You
must DO something! It's a good thing I told Gregie I was
taking the rest of the afternoon off."
Having been prepped by Ellie's call to expect something
unusual, Bobbi was able to get herself under control by the
time Rob's tirade was through. *Unusual isn't the half of
it!* she thought. Then, *This is going to be FUN!* She
grabbed her new whateverfriend and turned herm toward the
nearest chair. "Of course, darling. Let's just see what we
have to work with."
Two hours later, after hugs and air kisses, Bobbi watched
Robbie, not Rob anymore, leave the shop. There had been no
sex, but lots of fun girl talk. All in all, Bobbi had to
admit while sex with Rob had been exciting - she loved the
tool belt - the afternoon with the new Rob, Robbie, had
been better. Having been told by Ellie that what was going
to happen was a several days process, she had forced
herself not to go overboard, but Ellie was certainly in for
a surprise!
"Darling, I'm home! And I brought dinner." Ellie was a bit
startled, it was her husband's voice, but it wasn't; higher
in pitch, and he NEVER called her darling. She was lucky to
get a "Hey, babe, bring me a brewski!", as he plopped into
his recliner. And he never brought dinner; dinner, and
anything that wasn't work, was Ellie's department.
Fortunately, knowing there would be changes, she had not
prepared anything.
If the voice was startling, she was definitely not prepared
for the vision that glided into the room. Where as Rob had
left that morning a hard muscled, beard stubbled, torn
jeans and flannel shirt wearing, short haired MAN, the
vision that entered the Dauberowski kitchen was slim and
graceful - svelte was the word, really, clear faced, and
androgynous at best. The exceptions were hands and hair.
His (?) hands were manicured, and, while Bobbi had used
only clear polish (*Wait till tomorrow!*, she'd thought)
they were definitely no longer masculine, carpenter's
hands. The hair! Rob's hair had been fairly short and a
mousey brown; Robbie's hair was a vibrant auburn. held in a
ponytail at the nape of his neck like a man would, there
still could be no doubt that this was WOMEN'S hair, big
hair, down to the small of his (?) back. *Why he's (?) got
a veritable cascading cornucopia of convoluted copper
curls!* thought Ellie, and wondered how it would look
unbound. "Rob???"
"It's Robbie, darling. Why Rob all of a sudden? Rob is
so... so, common!" He (?) struck a pose, and Ellie burst
out laughing, as did he (?). Ellie couldn't remember the
last time they had laughed together. It was clear to her
that Rob - *No, Robbie now.* she reminded herself. - had no
idea he'd (?) been any different this morning.
As he (?) turned and put the bag from Le Gardinia
restaurant, a restaurant Rob would not have set foot in,
down on the counter, Ellie complimented him (?) on his (?)
hair. "Isn't it gorgeous!" he (?) enthused over his (?)
shoulder. "I can't imagine why I haven't let Bobbi color it
before. We had such a lovely chat while she was working on
it today, and I'm to go back tomorrow for a 'surprise'. You
must meet her soon, Ellie; I'm sure you two will be
friends. Why don't you have a sit, dear, while I get our
Caesar salads ready and then we'll tell each other about
our day as we eat."
*Dinner, us, together? No TV football punctuated by grunts
for more beer?* She looked at what he (?) had taken from
the bag; wine! *No beer at all!* Ellie hated the smell of
beer. *Damn!* but a happy "damn". She wasn't going to upset
this apple cart! She'd gladly trade some hard muscles for
no beer smell and a husband who brought home dinner even if
he looked like a sissy! Romance was in the air!
The dinner and conversation were wonderful, and the romance
turned to necking. And necking turned to petting. And
petting turned to sex - gentle, non penetrating, equally
pleasuring sex... And Ellie didn't think of Boise or Puck
once... Well, maybe once; it was still day one, after all.
She was very sure to remind Robbie to make his sandwich in
the morning, and he (?) did.
[Author note: Are you appreciating the author's experiment
in punctuation alliteration , ie. (?) ? Thank you. However,
I'm afraid all good things must come to an end. As you will
see, at the end of day two (?)'s will no longer be
necessary.]
Promptly at 2:30, the door opened. "I'm ready for my
surprise!" sang Robbie.
"Surprises, dear." Bobbi smiled happily. She couldn't wait
to get her hands on hi... oh, hell, her! [See, no need for
(?) anymore. Goodbye old friend.]
Ellie had called Bobbi to tell her to tell Robbie not to
bring dinner home, that it was her turn. It was while
Robbie was there, and Ellie asked how HE was doing. Bobbi
told her she might want to rethink her pronoun usage.
Ellie had to admit that Bobbi was right. Her hubby
certainly seemed to have become her she-hubby. That night
Robbie was still wearing jeans and a flannel shirt, but
they were Chic jeans on top of open toed 2" heeled sandals,
and the tails of the flannel shirt were tied up under an
apparent what-Ellie-couldn't-wait-to-find-out-if-it-really-
was small bosom. The front of the jeans sure looked really
flat! Robbie was still wearing her tool belt, but Ellie
couldn't help wondering if she should sew garters to it.
*She's a young girl growing gradually and gladly gorgeous
and graceful* she thought giddily... and giggled.
Other than the clothes, the look hadn't changed much,
except that both Robbie's finger and toe nails were now
very RED. "Cherry Tomato Red!" her new girlfriend informed
her. "Isn't it scrumptious!?" Later that night, before bed,
Robbie did Ellie's nails the same shade, and Ellie showed
her how to apply the matching lipstick Bobbi had sent home.
The two cuddled in bed and watched "Sleepless in Seattle"
on the VCR before sleep overtook them.
Well, sleep overtook one of them. Ellie was troubled. Oh,
not about the transformation; she loved her new hubby-
girlfriend. She was so much nicer to live with than smelly
old clueless Rob. She supposed she had loved Rob, but she
knew she LOVED Robbie. The problem was sex. They had
cuddled, and stroked, but when Robbie had tried to suck and
lap, she had pulled back. Against the background of the
house in Boise, she could see her stern mother and father
mouthing what she was sure was yet another "Nice girls
don't" lecture. On the other hand, Puck, sitting on his
haunches beside them with his long, glistening tongue
hanging out, winked at her. Why did she feel as if she was
about to wet her bed? Sleep caught her before the answer
did.
It was day three, and the Bimbo Bread bag was almost empty.
It was 2:30, but this time the door of the T & A Salon
burst open and an angry Robbie slammed it behind her. It
was clear to Bobbie that she'd been crying. "What's the
matter, sweetie?" She gave her friend a hug.
"I was fired!" Robbie wailed. "That Greg is such a
Neanderthal! Just because I dropped the hammer on his head
when I broke a nail," She held up her left hand with the
nail of the index finger clearly decapitated to show what
kind of nail she meant. "and just because I was having
trouble lifting a 2x4 and it swung and knocked Jose into
the nail bucket and Greg had to call the paramedics, he
told me I couldn't be a carpenter anymore." She was bawling
by now. "He... he... he said I was Larry, Moe, and Curly
all rolled into one! What am I gonna do? I can't go home
and tell Ellie I lost my j... j... job!"
Bobbi just kept patting Robbie on the back. She could Feel
Robbie's breasts pressing against hers. *Must be a C cup by
now,* she thought, *my size.* She pushed her friend away a
bit and was shocked at just how much Robbie looked like
her. *If I fixed her up, we could be twins with different
colored hair.* her thoughts continued. *That's what I'll
do!* "Come on, honey." She pulled Robbie once more toward
The Chair. "Momma Bobbie will pamper you with The Works and
that'll make you feel alllllll better. Ellie will just eat
you up!" She was feeling a little wet "down there" herself.
By the end of the afternoon, the only difference between
Robbie and Bobbi WAS hair color. Robbie's copper mane
contrasted nicely with Bobbi's blonde, but both heads
sported the same big hair style. Make up, outfits, and
accessories were the same, though different colors. There
was certainly no doubt that Robbie was all girl now. She
even went home with a new job to start on Monday. She was
going to be the new shampoo girl at the T & A Salon, and
Bobbi would help her to become a hair stylist and
cosmetologist just like her. Life was good!
On the way home, something made her turn her cute VW Beetle
[Quick, what kind of car did Rob drive?] into the parking
lot of the 7-11... which wasn't there. This didn't seem to
phase her, and she left for home with three more loaves of
Bimbo Bread, half-off this time because it was several days
old. Robbie didn't mind; sandwiches were not in her plans.
Ellie was amazed and pleased with Robbie's new look, and
she also noted the resemblance to Bobbi. She didn't mind
the job change even though it meant less money. *I just
know my curvaceous cutie will be able to comb, curl, and
color creatively with the best of them before very long!*
she thought. They made gentle love again that night, but
Ellie still couldn't get past the real sex thing. *Blast
the bondage of my basically bland Boise background!* she
swore mentally.
The next day was Friday. Robbie told Ellie that morning
that she was aware of all that had happened to Rob and
didn't care. "Being a girl is such fun," she told her, "and
I do believe you and I are getting along much better than
you and Rob ever did." She went on to assure her that she
still had a lot of Rob in her - "The good things, darling;
the things you married him for." She didn't think the time
was right to tell Ellie that she still had Rob's desires
for wild sex, although as a lesbian. Tonight, after dinner,
she thought.
Ellie prayed silent thanks to God, The Wizard, and the
makers of Bimbo Bread.
It was Ellie's day to visit her mother at the nursing home.
Robbie told Ellie that she didn't think it would be a good
idea for her to go along. While there was virtually no
chance that the old lady would recognize Robbie as Rob, why
take the chance. Mother Dauberowski had never liked Rob,
and Ellie would just tell her that she had finally seen the
light and kicked him out. (Ellie and Rob had met because of
their same last names. It seemed like fate; like her
heroine, Eleanor Roosevelt, she wouldn't have to change her
stationary.) Besides, Robbie said, she wanted to stay home
and fix dinner for her. "I'm going to tantalize you with a
totally tasty taste bud tempting turkey tonight." she
gently teased her. She had noticed her life partner's
penchant for alliteration, something Rob had never done.
They both had a giggle fit.
The dinner was delicious. Robbie didn't tell Ellie that the
dressing was made with a whole loaf of Bimbo Bread; she
figured Ellie'd realize that fairly soon. She told her that
she'd invited Bobbi for dinner, but that Bobbi had late
appointments and would join them for after dinner drinks.
She didn't tell her that the real reason Bobbi didn't come
for dinner was that Bobbi didn't need any Bimbo Bread
dressing. Robbie had looked in the mirror at her C cups,
longed for D cups, and felt another helping was just the
thing for her.
Bobbi arrived and the wine flowed. Soon Bobbi and Robbie
were in just their garter belts and hose. Robbie's hose
were held up by her tool belt garter belt, made with love
for her by Ellie just the other day, and Bobbi had decided
to be the cowboy with a six-gun belt garter belt. Robbie
was wearing Rob's construction job hard hat and Bobbi had a
pink Cowboy hat acquired last Halloween for the salon's
costume party. *Damn!* thought Bobbi jealously as she
glimpsed Robbie's new D cups for the first time, *HIS are
bigger than mine!* And that was the last time any form of
"his" ever entered her mind in regard to her good
girlfriend and soon-to-be lover, Robbie.
Oh, yes. Lovers. Robbie and Bobbie had taken off their
panties because they were sopping wet! But what of Ellie?,
you ask. Poor Ellie's panties were sopping too, but she was
still fully dressed, locked into the vision of the Boise
home and stern parents delivering the "Good girls don't..."
lecture. Sweat was pouring off her forehead as the effects
of the Bimbo Bread and her love and desire for Robbie and
Bobbi warred within her mind with her frigid Boise cultural
conditioning. Robbie and Bobbi guessed what was happening,
hurt for their friend, but knew they'd done all they could
do. They sat on either side of her and hugged her.
What could she do?! She had NEVER crossed her parents,
ALWAYS been a good girl. What could she DO!? Then she
looked at Puck of the glistening tongue; he winked at her
again, and she Knew! SHE KNEW! *SIC 'EM!* she shouted and
pointed at her parents. Puck leaped forward barking
ferociously and her parents, with shocked expressions on
their faces, turned and began to run. As they ran into the
distance, the Boise house began to fade. When it vanished,
Puck turned to her. Looking to her like a doggy version of
The Wizard, he winked at her one last time before he, too,
vanished. SHE WAS FREE! Robbie and Bobbi couldn't tell
exactly what she was thinking, but they could guess from
the totally sexual and lascivious expression that appeared
on her face. What she was thinking was *I'm gonna be a BAD
girl!* And this is when the expression appeared on her
face, *And when I'm BAD, I'm gonna be VERY, VERY GOOD!*
Ellie leaped up from the couch and literally tore
everything but her hose off her body. Her mind had opened,
and her body began to change. Robbie and Bobbi had foreseen
and prepared for this. They had guessed, and guessed right
by the expression on their new lover's face, as she
recognized what they handed her - a black leather cap and a
studded black leather garter belt, both with the Harley-
Davidson logo. Just right for a BAD girl, a bad girl with
jet black big hair who otherwise looked just like her
blonde and redheaded lovers. Three bimbos!
[Your modest and demure author has censored the wild sex
scene that follows. Use your imaginations.]
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Six months later The Wizard swung by Round Lake again. He
sometimes liked to make follow up visits to see how his
schemes had worked out. As he looked in his scrying glass,
he was glad he had sold Ellie and Robbie the Bimbo Bread
without the bimbo mentality ingredient. Robbie had used her
extra two loaves well:
The T & A Salon had expanded to become a full service salon
for the transgendered, and Sherri, one of the new bimbos,
as well as Robbie now worked there with Bobbi. Sherri was
the soldier with platinum blonde big hair, a red sequin
grenade garter belt, and a red sequin helmet with a white
feather boa tail hanging from it.
Ellie had become the resident dominatrix and motorcycle
repair woman. 'Nuff said.
Carrie, another new bimbo, had become the Indian. She had
jet black hair like Ellie's, but she had agreed to keep it
in braids, a style Ellie would never use. She wore a war
bonnet and had a garter belt she swore was made from "the
scalps of the white eyes." Hers was the only hairdo that
was not bimbo big hair, which was only right, as it set her
apart as the lead singer of The Village Bimbos Their first
album was due out next month on - surprise! - The Wizard
label.
Both Sherri and Carrie had been Chicago girls originally,
so very little Bimbo Bread had been needed to turn them.
The strangest story was that of the Wizard's old friend who
was now Gillie - Gillie Garambo, who the others referred to
privately as the "HotchaGotcha Girl". "Gotcha" had gotten
curious about his client Ellie's husband's mysterious
disappearance. He feared foul play. When he confronted
Ellie, she had not hesitated to tell him the truth, knowing
he would believe her since he knew The Wizard. "Gotcha"
confessed to Ellie that he was a closet transsexual. He
asked if she had anymore of the Bimbo Bread because he
would like to join their group. Fortunately Robbie had told
Ellie about the extra bread. Gillie, of course, became the
policewoman with a policewoman's hat perched upon
convention defying bib purple bimbo hair. A purple
nightstick hung from her policewoman's garter belt, and she
worked with Ellie.
The Wizard sighed with satisfaction. He loved it when a
plan came together. *A scintillating sextet of sexily
scrumptious successful songstresses* he thought, and then,
*Oh, lord, it's contagious!*
END
PS - If you like light detective fiction and you like
blonde bimbo beauticians who aren't as dumb as they look, I
highly reccomend "Bubbles Unbound" and "Bubbles in Trouble"
by Sarah Strohmeyer. These are not TG, but they are fun to
read for any TG. They can be found at any major bookstore.
Jezzi
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