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Bimbo MMO - part 1 by Oisedot LEVEL 1 My name is Alex. At the time, I was 22, unemployed, living alone in a tiny appartment. Until then, I was working as a web developer in a small company. They filed for bankruptcy but thankfully I managed to win a good amount of money, enough to keep me afloat, loan payments and all, for several years. The situation wasn't so bad, but being alone and unemployed, I was sinking fast into depression. Matt was my best friend then, and when he told me about this game, I thought he was trying to cheer me up. "Dude, you have to play this!" Like everyboy I loved playing video games, but Matt wanted me to play a beta-mmorpg with him. I was not a big fan of the genre: kill 20 rats, kill 20 bats, then kill 20 wolfs, then kill 20 mutated rats, then 20 mutated bats... Come on. But his enthousiasm was infectious so I gave it a try. It was a game about sexy girls with bigs weapons. An adult only MMORPG. "Matt, can I choose a male character? -Why? Do you rather stare at a male butt or at a female butt? Are you gay or something?" So I chose a voluptuous blond using a sword bigger than her. I was now in the character editor. I gave her big blue eyes, tanned skin, full lips. Matt wanted me to give her an enormous chest, saying it will help me later in the game, so I did. It was kind of ridiculous, EE-cup on a small frame. We spend the next 10 minutes answering boring questions to determine our classe and our skills, then another 10 minutes trying to figure out an available name. Running out of options, we hit the "random" button and then our character was called "Bambi034". I clicked finished. Too fast. "Shit!" We saw too late that our character appearence had been randomized too. She was now a pale mousy brunette with small tits. "Whatever, I said, I don't want to spend 20 minutes in the character editor again. It's alright, she's kind of cute anyways, let's play." The game was good. The story was boring (the world was in danger, they needed me to save it, blah blah) but the action was intense. The monsters were badass, the graphics amazing, it was a neat game. Matt was right, playing as a girl was eye candy. I enjoyed watching her cute firm ass, the bouncing of her small tits, her girly way of running, fighting and speaking. There was a neat speech synthesizer in game: everything I typed was read out loud by my avatar. Really nice feature.. I almost didn't noticed Matt leaving. 4 hours later, I was still playing the game when he sent me a message. We met in game. His avatar, Nikky78, was a nice blonde with a fierce look, fighting with an enormous gun. He sent me various items to help me, and also a "premium pass". "What is this? -It means you paid for the game. -What? I didn't pay anything! -It's alright. It's a gift. Don't worry, it's not expensive, 200$ or so." Matt was really a great guy, but his tendency to give gifts was kind of annoying. He was doing that since we were kids. It was like rubbing other people nose in the wealth of his family. So anyways I was now a premium player, wich was making the game even more enjoyable. LEVEL 20 In 5 days, I almost didn't get out. I had played 73 hours in 5 days! That may seem excessive, but actually I spent a lot of time in the in-game web-browser. That was another neat feature: I didn't have to quit the game to browse the web. The game was pretty good. I was finally immersed in the story and my cute character started to grow on me. She wasn't an anonymous doll anymore, she was my avatar, she was an extension of myself, in the game. I needed to kill a boss to finish a quest and reach level 20. At level 20, I could use this +400 ATK sword and this +250 DEF armor set... The sword I wanted was huge, composed of two shiny blades on a red frame. The armor was also looking great. It was a kind of low cut one piece bikini, in brown chitine, with a gothic design. Two high tight boots completed the set. I couldn't wait to reach level 20, this stuff was going to improve my stats and help me in PVP area! And beside I was going to look badass. Once I had my armor, I was a bit disapointed. My avatar was clearly lacking in the chest area but it was alright. Also, I noticed the quests were a bit different. Until now, I was the One saving the world ("Please Bambi034, we need your help!"). After level 20, I had almost to beg the NPC to give me something to do ("Hi, I'm Bambi034, is there something I can do for you?"). The change was subtle, but it was there, spoiling my fun. Having to beg everyone with that speech synthesizer was a little tedious. I also discovers that since I was a premium member, they were sending me goodies. The level 20 package consisted of energy drinks (a replicate of the in-game potions) and a small scale model of the chitine armor. That was really beautiful, and the drinks were good, and Matt were teasing me about the sexual content coming after level 40, so I continued playing. LEVEL 30 When I reached level 30, I could confirm that, indeed, the game was getting naughtier. My armor, called "Tank Sleeves V-neck open-back obsidian armor", got a long split on the front, barely hiding my nipples. It was sexy and was giving a nice boost to my stats. There was also a new dialogue option called "flirt". I could now flirt with non-player character to get a better bonus or a special quest. I was trying it everytimes, although it also failed almost everytimes. But around level 34, there was a mandatory quest where I was supposed to seduce a guard to get a password. I couldn't do it. I was simply not sexy enough. "Hey Matt, how can I do the seducing guard quest? -You're not sexy at all. Try to buy a dedicated set of armor to boost your seduction stat." Following Matt advices, I bought a special armor set. An "armor" looking like a white babydoll shirt (or a very skimpy dress), some higher heels (black sandals) and I traded my +10 DEF gloves for fake pink nails. My seduction stat was now around 3000 points. That did the trick. From now on, I kept switching between the two armors: one for fighting, one for flirting. That was a bit slow cause each time I switched, there was an animation showing my avatar removing one dress, removing the boots, putting the other dress and the other shoes... Nice to watch but after 40 times or so it gets boring. Matt was more and more into the game. He was always talking about the next level, the next boss, the next zone, the next equipement he was going to get... "This game is really funny. Do you know you can even get a boobjob? -Why would you get a boobjob? -Bigger breast give a permanent bonus to your seduction stat, didn't you know?" So I started saving money for it. I was still receiving goodies. Thoses delicious drinks, and small scale models of game items. LEVEL 40 At level 40, I suddently realize that my character was now talking in the third person. Instead of saying "How can I serve you?", she was saying "How can Bambi034 serve you?". And worse, every times I typed something in the chatbox, it would change it to the third person. I asked Matt. "You used a lot of potions and drugs, right? It destroy intelligence." I typed "I didn't think it was going to be a big deal since she's a sword fighter not a mage". As I press "enter", I heard a loud "error" sound. My sentence was translated into "Bambi034 didn't think it was going....". "Lol. It's like World of Warcraft, you know, every time two opposite factions try to communicate, they can only see gibberish. -Yes. -That's the same thing, they penalize you if your intelligence is too low. It's roleplay. I find it quite funny." I typed "I think it's stupid". Error sound. "Bambi034 think it's, like, stupid." was sent. We met in game. Matt wanted to show me Nikky78's boobjob. I couldn't wait to get mine... I was failing so often when flirting. Also, all the armors looked weird with Bambi034's small boobs. He introduced me to his friends his guild. I remember meeting Leela081, Krissy076, Angie218 and Candy069, a voluptuous blonde who would later become my best friend. They were all guys of course but when we played together we were using "her" to refer to each other. I was starting to realize that the game was having an effect on me. Especially this day, when I went to the mall. First, I couldn't keep my eyes off the shoes, the dress, the lingerie... how nice they looked. How easy it'll be to flirt with that. For instance, flirting with the security guard... Second, I missed the bus, and had to run after it. It took me a few minutes to realize that I was running exactly like Bambi! After hundreds, thousands of hours watching Bambi034 running, I was now running like her! In a ridiculous, girlish way, hands held high, wrist flexed. At this instant, I was feeling like her. I could swear that I was even feeling my little chest jiggling. I covered my mouth in surprise and opened my eyes widely... as I had seen her do so often. LEVEL 60 I was playing for over 10 months now. I had more than 5.000 hours of game. That's a lot. The game was becoming a bit boring, but level 60 was going to change that. Level 60 is a very important step in this game. This is the level where you have access to all the sexual content. After all, it's an adult game. I was level 50 when I could afford my first boob job. I went to a DD- cup. I also got collagen injections. DD-cup was not big in the game world but certainly a nice change. Every males NPC were now staring at my boobs. And THE big change in level 60: I didn't need to do quest anymore! If the flirt was successful, there was a new option "give sexual favor". So, I was now playing the game like this: I needed XP points or money, I had to look for a male NPC. "Please you can use Bambi034! -Alright. Kill 20 wolves." I clicked the "flirt" option. "Bambi034 is, like, no fighter. Bambi034 is sexy girl. You find Bambi034 sexy? -Yeah you're a babe." Success. Now I could use the "give sexual favor" option. "Bambi034 wants to suck, like, your cock." And then, to the sex scene. We could control character head with the mouse, and the tongue with the scrollwheel. It was pretty hot. "I'm about to cum, whore." I moved bambi face away and started to click on the dialogue options to make him finish faster. "Please, cum on Bambi034's face! Bambi034 wants your cum! Bambi034 is such a slut!" Facials gave extra points. Bambi's lack of intelligence was more and more annoying. I was fed up with the error sound, so I now typed all my sentences directly in third person. I surprised myself a few times chatting in 3rd person even outside the game, out of the habit. Mort of my guild member were now doing the same. Worse, when we talked to each other about our real lifes, we were still talking on the third person. I was referring to myself, my real self, as Bambi. "Sorry girls, Leela can't do this quest, Leela is too tired now. -It's ok, Candy is working tomorrow so Candy have to go too. Are you like, unemployed, Bambi034? -Yeah, Bambi is unemployed. Bambi is living on her savings." There was also another subtle effect I didn't noticed then: the game was tampering with the spelling. It was messing with my head. For instance, over months, the word "fighter" slowly became "Fihter", then "Fahiter". Worse, it affected the ingame browser too. Instead of reading the news, I was reading the "nius", about "sbrot", "plitoics", and "siense". That sound crazy but the change was so gradual over the months I didn't realized it. But the game was slowly teaching me a whole new grammar and spelling rules. Even now, even after all this years, it's a real struggle to write in english. Bambi also started to talk more and more to herself, until it was every thirty secondes or so. "It's so nice being a girl! Bambi034 don't have to work anymore! Girls are so powerful! Girls are sexy! I love my big tits! I'm so happy being a girl! I love being a girl!" Her mantra was hypnotic. One day, I received a real scale model of what was advertized as "my favorite item". It was the white baby doll and the black sandals... I remember that I though: "It must be nice to be a girl and wear those sexy clothes...". Out of curiosity, I slipped a foot in a sandal. It was a perfect fit. I knew this shoes. The thin ankle strap, the 5 inch heel, the open toe.. I had saw them so often. I closed the strap. My foot was so cute! I couldn't resist, I slipped in the other shoes, buckled the strap and stand up, 5 inches taller. On my screen, I heard Bambi saying "it's so nice being a girl." I couldn't agree more. I took off my t-shirt and took the babydoll. The satin was so nice. I couldn't resist either. I put it on. I think this was the first time I truly felt like a girl. I went to the bathroom mirror. Since I was living alone, I was a pig, showering once a week, sometimes even less. I didn't care since all I did was gaming. Everydays I would get up, fire the game, eat something while playing, until bed time, rince, repeat. So, at this moment, I was paying attention to myself in the mirror for the first time in 10 months! My face was petite and delicate. I never had much facial hair to begin with, but I never saw it so sparse, so weak. It was perfectly framed by my hair wich had almost grew past my shoulder. And I was so thin! In thoses 10 months of inactivity, my arms and my shoulders were those of a small girl. I though I was going to look ridiculous wearing this babydoll, but I saw a girl staring back at me. That was the first time I noticed the breast. Not man boobs. It was small, firm, girly breasts, with perky nipples. I guess I was a B cup then. In my boxer, I was rock hard. I wasn't afraid, on the contrary I was genuily happy, cause I was conditionned to believe that it was better to be a girl than a boy, and suddenly, I was one! It was magic! Of course I didn't knew about the hormones and the hypnotic chemicals in the drinks. I should've understand. But I wanted it to be a miracle. I never felt this much joy before. Guess what I did? Went to a doctor? No. I got on the computer and resumed the game. LEVEL 70 At level 70, I was playing the game wearing a slinky silver mini-dress with halter neckline. The hemline was barely covering my nylon stocking. At my feets were 6 inches strappy red sandal with one inch platform. I was having trouble typing with the fakes fingernails, but I almost didn't need to use the keyboard anymore. I was now controlling the game only with my mouse and my webcam. Everything I said out loud was typed in the chat windows and repeated louder by bambi instantanously. "[please]PLEASE! [bambi]BAMBI [is]IS [horny]HORNY!" Somehow, I came to consider the voice of Bambi as my own. When I went to the store, or when I was talking alone, something was missing. Something was not right. It was feeling so natural to beg the PNJ for their cum. Try to picture me. Dressed like a slut, begging virtual character to cum on my face so I could buy new clothes or get XP points. The maths became a problem, too. In the rare quests I still had to do, "get 5 items" now meant "get 6 items". 1 meant 2. It was "The one we're talking about, plus the one you have to get.", so one was meaning two. Following this logic, 2 meant 3, 3 meant 4, etc. But 6 meant 5, because, as the game told me several times, "6 is closer to 10 than 1". 7 meant 6. 8 was seven. That was especially confusing because the even numbers became odd. Over 8... I mean over 7, it was a random number. If I had 87345 credits in bank, and decided to bought new shoes costing 6 credits (meaning I had to drag and drop 5 credits to the vendor), I could then have 7321 credits in bank. Slowly, I stopped trying to understand number over 7. It was "big numbers". If I nedded to find 10 items for a quest, I had to get thoses items until the game told me to stop, maybe after I got 50 or 100 items. That was fine. Money was not a problem. As I said I had in the bank like 391 credits or 62013 credits, or something. And I was giving a lot of blowjobs. Just in case. Also, instead of using the mouse, I was now using the camera to give the blowjob. I had to bob my head up and down toward the screen, then when my partner was about to cum, tilt it and open my mouth wide. The in game camera had been getting closer and closer into the action, until it was at the first person. My computer screen was now constantly displaying enormous penis. On a typical day, I gave 20 to 25 blowjobs and I was making 12 credits a day. Or was it 8567 credits a day? Whatever: it was a big number. At level 70, they introduced a new bonus: make up. I could now buy the make up kit (It was expensive, I think it costed 823942 or 73 credits... I had to give a lot of blowjob to get it) and apply it using the webcam. That was fun. Everytime I wanted to quit the game, I had to remove my make up. Everytime I started the game, I had to put make up on. Foundation, concealern blush, mascara, eyeshadow, eyeliner... It was always taking almost an hour to apply my virtual make up. It was at level 80, after receiving my make up kit in the mailbox, that I started going out dressed as Bambi LEVEL 80 At night at first, tottering around my block. That was exciting. Retrospectively that was stupid, I could have been assaulted. Then I went to a grocery store I never went before, dressed as plain as possible. The heels were only 4 inches, the skirt not above mid-tight, the seamed stoking were dark and I was hiding my tits behind a pink blouse. In the street, I had the feeling that everybody was staring at me. It wasn't making me horny like when I dressed up inside, instead, I was only feeling ridiculous. But, upon seeing my reflection in windows, upon seeing how the cute guys were clearly checking me out, I gain some confidence. After all, I was only shoping, I didn't have to speak. In a few weeks, I really became a female in public as well in private. But one day, someone hit on me in the street. A guy in his 20s. Kind of cute. My heart was beating fast. "Hey, what's your name?", he asked. I didn't though twice. "Bambi." He smiled. I smiled back. "Nice. I'm Jack. Listen, I'm kind of in a rush now Bambi. Give me your phone number, I'll call you back." I didn't want to anwser. I was too ashamed of my voice. I shook my head no, smiled weakly, and got away as fast as my heels allowed me to. At home, I did some exercise, recording my voice, listening, trying to sound like a girl. I was almost there, if I kept my voice down. I met Jack again, on the mall parking lot. This day, oddly, the parking lot was deserted. He asked me where I was going. I lowered my head and said quietly: "To get grocery. -Today?!" he answered, pointing at an enormous sign. I spent several seconds trying to read it. It was saying "klazde" or something. I didn't know I couldn't read english anymore. "What do you mean 'today'?, I asked stupidly. -Well, uh, it's closed." Shit. That was what I was supposed to read. I was looking like a complete airhead. "Bambi is not stupid, I said, Bambi know that! -Alright. Sorry Bambi", he said with a smirk. "So can I walk you to another store?" It was nice walking with Jack. With those heels, I was not walking fast, but he waited for me, and then, as I was a little clumsy, put his arm behind my back to help me. He was smelling nice, he had a sweet voice, and soon his hand was on my ass. I was a little sad when we arrived at the store and he had to left me. This time, he took my number before he left (from my phone, since I was not good with numbers). I didn't know why exactly but I was still going out at night time. Eventually a car stopped by and ask me "how much". I told him it was 8$. That was cheap but that was the highest number I knew. I remember he was looking nice, with a pretty smile and a pretty suit. I guess he was an executive and had finished work late. I remember his ugly car interior. I remember following him in a back alley. I remember his penis. How huge it was compared to my little dicklet. How red. How stinky. I begged him to cum on my face. I wanted the money. I needed new breast implants. Wait, was that Bambi034? Who needed breast implant? I was Bambi? I was lost in an horny daze, sucking virtual cock during the day and now sucking the real thing, this night. I was a mess. At that time I received a letter about "deu runt" or something. It was looking important and I kept receving it so I asked Matt to come. For this occasion, it was the first time in months I dressed as a male again. It was really weird to wear thoses loose, inconfortable clothes. I couldn't bear to not wear any make up at all so I put a little fundation. And a pinch of blush. And only a discreet lipstick, and almost no mascara at all. "Hey Alex, you look nice", he told me. He wasn't so bad himself. He had grow some muscles since the last time we saw. Actually, I was thinking he was a hunk. "So what's the problem?... Hmm, "Due Rent" you didn't pay your rent? -Really?! Bambi don't know." I was speaking at the third person out of the habit but he didn't mention it. "Yeah. Bambi is not very bright is she?" I didn't answer. I knew it was true. But as Bambi034 was always saying, "Bambi is dumb dumb but Bambi is the best cocksucker so it's ok!". "Bambi, do you still have money left? How much in bank? -It's a big number..." I mumbled, before giving him the sheet. "It's a not a big number. You can't pay this month rent." I started to cry. I didn't get it. Life was so complicated when you had to think. I couldn't even suck my landlord's cock for rent since she was a lady. "Here, here. I can give you a job. Do you remember Candy from the guild? I gave her a good job. -What job? -She is, well, she is a dancer now." I understood immediatly. "Bambi don't want this kind of job! Bambi is not a whore! Not a whore!" I screamed it several times, trying to convince myself. I guess that in front of Matt, my old self was still trying to fight. He gets angry and started screaming louder than me : "Stop crying, you don't have a choice! Face it, this is the only kind of job you can do! -BAMBI IS NOT A WHORE!" I was hysterical and went on and on for several minutes until I calmed down. "Alright, Matt said trying to conforte me. Listen, a friend of mine may be looking for someone to work in his dinner. It'll be easy. Are you interested?" I said yes, he called his friend. "Alright. There." He gave me a piece of paper with the address on it. Big number, president Zaztinghton av. "What president it that? I said out loud, without thinking. -A russian president, haha. Anyways, be there at 9AM tomorrow. -Thank you so much." I wanted to hug him so bad... LEVEL 90 The next day, it was 10:30AM, I was still looking for the dinner, when my phone rang. It was my new boss. "Where are you? -Bambi is sorry! Bambi is looking for the Za... The Saz.. The russian president avenue! -....You mean Washington avenue?" Oh. my. god. I was so stupid. "Yes! Sorry! -It's alright. Matt told me you were a little slow. -Yes so sorry! -Where are you now? -Uuuhh... Duuh..." He came to get me. At the dinner, he gave me an ugly uniform. The blouse made my tits non-existant and the skirt was so long it looked like pants. Thankfully, I didn't had to remove my heels. I hated flat shoes now. "Alright Bambi, it'll be soon lunch time. Take those napkins and put it one at each chair." I put two at each chairs. He was looking a bit annoyed but almost didn't ground me. "Try to memorize the menu, there's only 5 lines and..." He stopped when he saw my panicked expression. "...If you can't memorize it that's fine, take it with you and read it to the client." There was already a client waiting at one of the table. "Hi I'm Bamby, how can I serve you?" This was feeling so right to say. "What's on the menu today? -Uh... Err.. Snadichez... Cvr...Cvred... uh... Here! You can read it!" He took one grilled chickend sandwich and one coffee. Of course I gave him two sandwiches and two coffee. My boss was starting to get angry. "Bambi, can you even count?! -Bambi can count... -What is 1+1 then?" I knew that. One was meaning two. So one plus one was two plus two meaning it was four. "Four." He had a smirk. Did I made a mistake? Of course! Four was five! "I mean, five! -One plus one equals five? -Yes!... No? -Look Bambi, here I have a cup of cofee, then another cup of cofee. How much do I have?" -Three!" I was fired. I had to read the menu. I had to take orders. I had to count money. I couldn't do any of it. I was feeling like a total retard. Back at my appartement, I was cuddling with Matt, crying quiely. "Matt, this job was so hard for Bambi! -I know Bambi. But you need to work. -Bambi is not a whore. -You are really sexy, you know?" I smiled. "You think? -Yes, you can be a dancer." And somehow, he convinced me to become a dancer in one of his club. A strip club. I need to tell you about my physical appearance at the time. My body was pretty much the body of a girl. Thanks to the hormones I was a little B cup, had a cute round ass and some curves. My hair was at mid back length. But I still had my penis. A tiny little penis. Almost a clit. And two cute little balls. So I could dance, I was indeed pretty cute, but couldn't remove my panties. Yet. At the club I met Candy in real life for the first time. She was already a full fledged girl and a typical bimbo. Her hair was dyed platinum blonde, almost white, her eyebrows plucked and redraw in high arches, giving her a permanent surprised expression. It was SO nice to find someone to talk to. We had the same interests, the game, the boys, the girly things. She showed me how to dance, how to make guys hot. We were having fun. I was feeling welcomed. I was thinking it was the perfect place for me. I remeber being so scared the first time I had to dance. I was wearing a strapless ruffle top, green g-string, a tutu with ruffles, and clear platform sandals with clear straps. They announced my name, I got on stage, walking with confidence in my 6 inch heels. I was under the spotlights so I couldn't see much. A few figures lost in a thick cloud of smoke. Guided by the music, I started to slowly sway my hips and soon my training with Candy came back to me. I guess I wasn't so bad cause a dollar bill appeared in the air. I got down on my knees, staring at the guy I could barely see, swaying my hips back and forth, running my hands down my body. I remember I made a "big number" (maybe 50$?) this first night. Matt came to see me after the show. "That was great Bambi. I'm glad to see I was right, you can make plenty of money here. But you can't make as much as Candy. You know why?" I shook my head no. "Candy is a real girl. Do you want to be a real girl?" He made me a loan. The next day he drove me to a cosmetic surgeon friend of his. They talked like I wasn't here. First were the permalip. It's a lip enhancement using a silicone solid implant. I sat in a dentist chair, and the doctor injected me with a local anesthetic. Then, he started working on my lips. I couldn't see anything. I was so scared. It was over under hald an hour. It was like having somehing stucked between my lips and my teeth. They didn't let me use a mirror. "As you asked, said the surgeon, I used extra-large implants. -It's perfect. What do you think Bambi? -Bambi cansh closh her mush. -That's the point. So inviting." My lips became permanently open. I can close my mouth of course, but when I relax my muscles, there is a little O shape in the middle. Matt said to me that was just the beggining. LEVEL 100 I stayed in the hopital a full month. First, they did some surgery on my tendons, in my arms and legs. My tendons were cutted and retracted. As a result, I lost permanently 90% of my physical strenght. I'm now weaker than most females I know. I have trouble pushing doors, opening jars, carrying bags, everything. Even making my bed is a struggle, especially in 6 inch heels. Yeah, I have to wear heels all the time now cayse they shrunk my achilles tendon. But that's not all. Thoses assholes are imaginatives. They tempered with my vestibular system, numbed it down a bit, and weakened some legs muscles. As a result, I can't walk with confidence in high heels anymore : I'm always tottering, uneasy, on the verge of falling. I never felt though, not even once. They know what they're doing. They didn't wanted me to urt myself, they wanted me to always look dizzy, clumsy, stupid. I had a facial feminization surgery. I went under forehead contouring, nose reduction, scalp advancement, browlift, chin and jaw contouring, rhinoplasty, lip lift, cheek augmentation... I also had a trachea shave and a cricothyroid approximation, meaning that I now have a ridiculous high pitched voice. Of course, I had a vaginoplasty. They gave me a vagina, clitoris, and labia. My glans was used to make the clitoris and I don't know what they did but it's much sensitive now. My hair was dyed platinum blond. They removed all my facial hair and all my body hair below the neck using electrolysis. At the end of the month, they gave me a full length mirror. It was not a girl staring back at me. It was a sex doll. With my cute little button nose, soft rounder chin, higher cheekbones, I had one of the most pretty face I never saw. Except for the lips. They were huge plump pillow taking almost all the space between my nose and chin. The lips are so pushed forward I can kiss my palm hand without touching my nose. I'm now stuck in a permanent duckface, lips begging for cock, mouth always slightly open. And there is the breasts, of course. On my small frame, they are ridiculous. Two perfect protruding orbs. I'm a G cup. Check out Aroonsi Virodsakul, Kelly Bell or Katie Price before her reduction to get an idea. I can't get use to them, they keep going in my way. But I was so happy. I wanted to be a real girl so bad. I went back to the strip club, all the guys were crazy about me. All the money went to Matt of course. I followed Candy to the champagne room. We begged the guys to "use us". We sucked a lot of cocks. I don't know how many guys used us, but the room was packed every night. I didn't know that I could enjoy so much getting fuck in my pussy. I think they stimulate the nerves growth or something because the more time pass, the more pleasurable it became. Right now, when typing this, I crave to use my jack rabbit vibrator. If I do, I know I'll became a jiggly mess on the floor, slave of the pleasure, for hours. I stayed one year in the club. Retrospectively, it was the best year of my life. But again, Matt wrecked it. I was a bimbo, mind and body. But Matt wanted something more. He took me to an hypnotherapist, who helped me find my real self again. After a few session, I had build two distinct personnality: Alex and Bambi. Since I was constantly aroused, Bambi was out most of the time, but I was hidden in the back of her mind. I was trapped in her, conscious of everything she was doing, screaming in the inside. My body was not my own anymore. Slowy, I started to fight. Over the months, I managed to get a grip on it, when Bambi was tired and not too horny. And one morning, after an orgiac night, I managed to get up. To walk to my dresser, put some clothes in a bag, take some money, and I ran away, wobbling in my heels. I was free at last. But what could I do? I couldn't go to the police. I hopped into a bus and went to another state. Picture me, a bimbo girl lost in an unknow town. What could I do? I think I was doing exactly what Matt wanted me to do.