Being Bimbo
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HALLOWEEN BIMBO by Throne
"But Haley," I whined, "maybe this isn't a good idea."
My wife told me, "Settle down, Darren. Everybody got told what their
costume would be for the Halloween party tonight. Do you want us to be
the only ones who didn't follow instructions?"
"No," I said sulkily. "It's just that this seems so... unfair."
"How is it unfair? I mean, with your little crossdressing secret,
having to look like a bimbo is perfect for you. And me dressing like a
sexy nurse probably pushes your kink buttons, too."
"It's just that... you know... being all girly in front of you is one
thing. But having other people see me is... embarrassing."
"Well, boo hoo hoo," she replied with no sympathy. "I've had to put up
with your panty-wearing habit and the disappointment of your tiny dick
that can't get me off. So now that we're doing something that might
actually be fun for me, you have no right to complain. Understood?"
Well, I've never been assertive and she was right about our
relationship. I felt guilty about not being able to satisfy her with
intercourse, even though I had become proficient at using my mouth to
give her orgasms. And I wasn't about to admit it to her but, somewhere
deep in my submissive sissy side, there was a certain thrill to being
dressed up and shown off as a brainless slut. If only she would let me
start with something less outrageous, and in front of fewer people.
Still, it was obvious that this wasn't negotiable.
"All right," I conceded weakly. "If you insist."
"That's right," she said. "I insist." She surprised me by taking out
her phone, hitting a preset number, and saying, "All right, honey. Come
to the door and Darlene will greet you."
"I... what... who was that?"
"Never you mind. Just scurry off to the living room and say hello to my
friend, who's been waiting to come and help me get you ready."
Stricken by the idea of someone else seeing me while I got dressed, and
even helping, I nevertheless did as I was told. When I got to the door
I opened it halfway and saw, coming up the front walk, our neighbor from
three houses away, Annabeth. Like my wife, she's tall and trim, with a
well filled-out bust. As she got to the door I opened it the rest of
the way. She was carrying a large pink shopping bag, that had the name
of a popular women's shop on it. As she entered she gave me a mocking
sneer and shoved the bag against my narrow chest.
"Hey, Haley," she said as she continued past me. "I can't wait to get
to work on Darleen."
"You and me both. And you'll finally get to see that sad excuse for a
cock that I'm always telling you about."
Wait. What? My wife had already told her friend about my private
passion? And revealed my feminine name? Along with dissing my male
equipment to her? Plus, why did it have to be Annabeth? I mean, she
never liked me anyway. Her husband Brock is all about sports and
fitness and beer and trucks. The opposite of me. And he's always been
too friendly with Haley for my comfort. What if Annabeth had said
something to him?
"Yo, panty boy," my wife called. "Get your fairy ass in here."
They were in the kitchen. I hurried after them. Feeling defensive, and
for once overcoming my natural meekness, I said in a strained voice,
"I'm not a fairy. I mean, I'm not gay."
Haley scowled at me. "Maybe you are and maybe you aren't. Why don't
you drop your pants and tell us that again. And use your Darlene
voice."
She had gotten a bottle of wine out of the fridge and Annabeth knew
where to find two glasses. As my bride opened the bottle I reluctantly
undid my belt, opened my trousers, and lowered the fly. I wanted to say
something else but, under the circumstances, what was left of my
willpower evaporated. As Haley filled their glasses I let my pants fall
to my ankles. As always, at home, I had on panties under them. This
time it was an especially humiliating pair: bikini cut, pink, lace-
trimmed. I stood there with my cheeks flushed, aware that my wife's
friend was also seeing my smooth shaved legs. I fiddled with the
bottom of my pullover shirt until Haley shot me a warning glance.
"Wow," Annabeth said. "His junk hardly makes a bump in his pretty
panties."
"Really. Imagine having that nowhere dick poking your pussy."
"No thanks. I'd rather think about Brock's monster cock slamming me."
My bride's eyes lit up. "Yeah, well like we were talking about before,
that would be any girl's preference."
They exchanged a private smile that made me very uneasy. Haley told me
to lose my shirt and shoes, and get out of my panties. As they sipped
their wine I had to uncover my upper body, bare my feet, then peel the
snug lingerie down my smooth legs and step out of it. I stood there
feeling more ashamed than ever, with Annabeth smirking at my limited
endowment.
She said, "Maybe having a tiny wee wee and wanting to dress up girly go
together."
My wife told her, "Along with having faggot tendencies."
I wanted to object again that I'm not gay, but standing there naked,
with my soft hairless body on display, I couldn't summon the willpower.
Instead I waited mutely to find out what came next.
The answer arrived when me wife said, "Let's all go to the bedroom where
I have Darleen's costume all laid out."
As they left the kitchen, Annabeth called back to me, "Come on, darling
Darleen. Time to get all sissied up, just the way you like."
Even though they weren't looking at me, I held my hands over my bald
crotch as I followed them through the house. The living room drapes
were open and I shuddered at the possibility of someone outside catching
a glimpse of me. As soon as we got into the bedroom I saw what my wife
had put on the bed for me to wear. There was a short red dress that
would fit me like a glove, pink stockings with elastic tops, and no
panties. That dress wouldn't come down very far. Maybe to mid-thighs
if I was lucky. Having nothing on under it would be risky. There was
also a pair of heels on the foot of the bed. They were three inch
stilettos. I had worn similar ones often enough that I wouldn't have
any trouble walking in them, for what small relief that gave me. They
were glossy red to go with the shiny dress.
After my initial shock passed I noticed something else. The dress was
lumpy in a few places. Oh no! There were breast forms and butt pads
sewn into it. And they weren't small ones. I really was going to look
like a bimbo. My eyes darted to Haley's dresser and, to my dismay, I
saw a mannequin head with a tall blond wig perched atop it. There was
also a selection of cosmetics laid out. I pressed my thighs together
and hugged myself. Annabeth came over and cupped her hand under my
chin.
She made a sad face and said, "Poor baby. Poor candy assed, no dick,
sissy loser." Her other hand went to my unmanly chest and she fingered
one of my nipples, then the other. I'm very sensitive there, so my
penis was soon erect. She glanced down and snickered. "That joke
between your legs doesn't get much bigger, even when a girl takes pity
on you and gets it hard." She laughed right in my face.
"Time to get him looking like a bimbo," my wife announced.
She snapped her fingers under my nose and pointed at the stockings. I
sat on the edge of the bed, unrolled them, and got one over my foot. As
I worked it up my leg the familiar sensations weren't as pleasurable as
usual. Once it was unrolled and smoothed out, I could feel how well it
hugged my thigh. At least they wouldn't be slipping down. I got the
other on and then she nodded toward the dress. I stood and held it up.
By reflex I turned it around and unzipped it. On either side of the
zipper there was a small ring sewn into the material. I stepped into
the flashy garment and wriggled it up over my hips. It was a close fit
and the faux butt made it jut out back there. As I put my hands through
the armholes and got the shoulder straps where they belonged, that fake
bust was raised into place. It looked like a 48 DDD, as if I was a
woman who'd had the biggest boob job possible. The dress was cut high
in the front to conceal the artificial mounds. Annabeth zipped me up.
My wife held out a little heart-shaped padlock. She went behind me and
I felt her doing something between my shoulder blades. There was a
faint click and I knew she had used to lock to join those two little
loops, so that I had no way to remove the dress. I was very aware of my
genitals being bare underneath. When I stepped into the heels, both
women nodded their approval.
"Walk around, Darlene. Let's see that sissy strut."
"Pull back your shoulders to make those knockers stick out even further,
like a real bimbo."
I obeyed unhappily, rolling my bottom and even giving my torso small
shakes, all to draw attention to my new curves. The females hooted and
one of them gave a wolf whistle. They also made me strike a few pin-up
poses while they took pictures of me with their phones.
"We need some shots of you without your make-up on," Haley explained.
"So we can do before and after comparisons once your completely in femme
mode."
Annabeth took a wide paper bib off the dresser and clipped it behind my
neck. She gripped my bare upper arm and guided me to Haley's vanity
table. I sat in the white, scroll-back chair and looked at myself in
the mirror. It was so strange to see my male face above the swell of
those mountainous boobs. They went to work on my face, starting with
plenty of foundation. Soon they were working on my eyes, adding color
to my cheeks, and having fun with my mouth. As they ended each step of
the transformation I saw myself appearing more and more like some
brainless girl who was obsessed with appearance and drawing male
attention. This was not a look I had ever wanted to see myself with.
At the same time, I couldn't deny the mild tingling between my legs.
They fussed with my hair, put a tight cap over it, set the wig on top,
and made sure it was secure. It was hard for me to recognize myself.
I felt my male identity slipping away. Usually when I dressed it was
somehow empowering, as if I was asserting my other self. But this made
me feel powerless, as if that ability had been taken away from me. Now
I had to be who they decided I was. I had to paint my fingernails --
crimson, of course -- while they went to refill their glasses. I could
hear them talking but couldn't make out the words.
After while they came back and I was told to stand so they could add
some gaudy jewelry. There was a gold necklace with a pendant that
spelled out, in swirling letters, BIMBO. Then came several glittering
rings and heavy bracelets, metal ones that clinked together when I moved
my hands. Haley told me to be sure to gesture a lot when I spoke.
Annabeth said I should make my voice high and whispery. The final touch
was a pair of screw-type earrings with wide heavy hoops. They swung
annoyingly when I adjusted the position of my head.
"And," my wife cautioned, "we'll be keeping an eye on you to make sure
you don't get out of character. I want you to act and talk like a
perfect airhead."
"A real birdbrain," her friend seconded. "Vapid smiles and silly
giggles. The Darlene you've always secretly wanted to be."
I was humiliated. At least everyone else would be dressed up in one
costume or another. That would help a little bit.
With that in mind I asked, "Are you two going to get into your outfits
now?"
"No, no," my bride said with a dismissive wave. "We'll do that after we
get there."
"Then why did I have to..."
Her stern expression told me I wasn't supposed to ask that question. Or
any other, I assumed. I lowered my eyes and laced my fingers together
across my tummy, trying to appear contrite. They accepted that. Next
they started to get changed, right in front of me so I was titillated by
the sight of their bodies. Annabeth went into the bag she had carried
in and took out a sexy black dress. Haley reached around between the
bed and wall to retrieve a similar bag. She lifted out an attractive
dress, similar in design but navy blue. I didn't understand why they
had gotten new dresses if they were just going to switch into costumes
after we arrived. Or why they couldn't change before we left. But mine
was not to question anything.
They fussed briefly with their hair and touched up their cosmetics, and
then Haley told me it was time to go. On the way out she had me open
the hall closet, where I found a short jacket, yellow with black dots
the size of drink coasters. It had a too-large collar of fake golden
fur. There were no buttons, so I couldn't even keep it closed to try to
hide my jumbo bust. They walked me out toward our car. Someone drove
by and I wanted to cringe with shame. Instead, fearful of failing to
act my role fully, I lifted my chin, puckered my lips, and placed one
foot directly in front of the other. Earrings swinging, boobs swaying,
butt wagging, I was a picture of exaggerated sexiness. Haley opened the
back door and gestured me inside. Annabeth cautioned me to duck low
enough that I didn't bump my tall hair on the doorframe. As I sat my
brief dress rode up and nearly uncovered my male parts.
My wife drove us to a housing development that bordered ours. Our
neighborhood was all ranch homes but these were split levels. As we
pulled up in front of one of them my anxiety climbed. I got out of the
car and my wife stopped me with a hand on my elbow. She went into her
handbag and took out an aerosol dispenser to spray me all over with
perfume. The scent wasn't unpleasant but she used slightly too much.
Just enough, I understood, to add one more bimbo identifier. There
were other cars parked along the curb, so I gathered we were the last,
or among the last to arrive. Sure enough, there were guests all around
the spacious living room. But none of them were wearing costumes. I
was the only attendee wearing anything other than street clothes.
Our hosts, Bill and Janet, greeted Haley and Annabeth effusively. He
was tall and handsome, she had the figure of a college cheerleader. I
stood there awkwardly while the four of them chatted and everyone else
eyed me curiously, with good humor and noticeable interest. Some of the
other partygoers exchanged comments that I couldn't hear.
"Well," Bill said. "How about if we get everyone into their costumes,
and then I'll make you lovely ladies some drinks."
Janet went to a sideboard of dark polished wood and picked up sheets of
paper. She brought them over and I could see that they had peel-off
stickers on them. Each sticker had something printed on it.
"Now, Haley," she said, "you were assigned to be a nurse."
She peeled off a sticker and gave it to my wife, who put it on her dress
where a brooch might go and smoothed it down. It was white with a red
cross on it. The symbol for a nurse. The next one was for Annabeth.
It featured a police badge. Janet's was a witch's hat and Bill's had a
skull and crossbones, so he was a pirate. Brock appeared from the
kitchen. He went up to his wife and Annabeth gave him a warm kiss. The
sticker he was given had the initials M.D., identifying him as a doctor.
He turned to my wife and said, "Hello, nurse Haley."
She gave him a sly smile and said, "Hello yourself, Dr. Brock. I think
I'll be assisting you during a procedure this evening."
He grinned and told her, "I hope so."
Their exchange disturbed me but, with the way I appeared, I didn't feel
able to say a word. Annabeth put her arm through mine and began walking
me around. Janet started giving the rest of the guests their stickers.
There weren't too many people there. A quick head count told me that,
including my wife and I, the total was eight couples. We approached two
of those pairs who were talking together. They stopped conversing when
they saw us nearing them.
"Whoa," said one of the men. "I didn't know somebody hired a hooker as
entertainment."
"That's not a hooker," said the woman next to him. "That's just a dumb
blond who's hunting for cock." She raised her eyebrows at me. "Isn't
that right, sugar?"
I remembered to stay in character and ran one hand down my side,
lingering on my hip. "Oh," I said in my best bubblehead voice. "I
guess so. I mean, I love to party. And, um..." My eyes went to the
guys in the foursome. I giggled foolishly. "... it's not like I'm
avoiding cock." Then I licked my lips suggestively. It was utterly
mortifying. "You know?"
"Well sure, honey," the other woman told me. "What's your name?"
I certainly couldn't say Darren. And I thought Darlene might not sound
bimbo-ish enough. Then I remembered earlier, how Annabeth had called me
darling Darleen.
My answer was, "I'm called Darling." I fingered one of my earrings.
"Guys like that name."
The other man stepped up to me and put his hand on my bare shoulder. It
was like a mild electric shock running through me. I maintained my
ditzy expression and gave him an insipid smile.
He said, "Yeah, you'd be a nice addition to the group." He asked the
other guy, "Don't you think so?"
"She'd add some novelty. And do stuff the wives don't want to do."
Annabeth told me, "See how popular you're getting... Darling?"
I patted my hair and said, "I like being popular." In case that wasn't
enough, I thrust out my chest and made an air kiss in the general
direction of the folks we'd been talking to.
Then she steered me away toward the remaining three couples, who were
clustered together and laughing about something. As we neared them they
all got quiet and showed obvious interest in me. Annabeth took her arm
from mine and put a hand in the small of my back to lightly propel me
the rest of the way. The six people formed a ring around me. Someone
put a hand on my fake ass. I could feel pressure through the padding.
When I looked over my shoulder it was one of the females, who was
grinning at me wolfishly.
She said, "You could be fun. Sort of like when I experimented with
girls in college. Even though you're not a real one."
The man with her wanted to know, "What exactly are you?"
That put me in a tight spot. I hoped it was a good response when I
said, "I'm Haley's husband. I like to dress up all girly. And kind of
trampy. You can call me Darling." Getting more into the role, I cocked
my hips and tilted my head to the side. "I want to have fun tonight."
"Well," said one of the guys. "I just got a fresh drink. You can have
it."
The fellow next to him took a pillbox out of his jacket pocket, got
something from it, and dropped a whatever-it-was into the mixed drink as
I accepted it. He told me, "Just swallow that all down, Darling. It'll
get you into the mood for that fun you want to have."
Surrounded and intimidated, I took a swallow. Everyone watched me
expectantly. Seeing no other choice, I drained the glass. My tolerance
for alcohol had always been low. Now I felt whatever I'd just imbibed
going right to my head. And what sort of drug had I just ingested?
Other hands reached out to slide unhurriedly over me. Someone reached
under my dress from behind. Startled, I jumped forward, right into the
arms of another woman. She put a finger between my lips and, desperate
to not let her down, I sucked on it. She nibbled on my ear and I felt
my dick stiffen again. Her thigh brushed against it and she chuckled.
She told the others, "It feels like Darling's clit is getting hard.
What a dirty girl." To me she said, "Let's have a look at it, lover."
Those who had been behind me came around to the front. I hesitantly got
hold of the hem of my short dress and raised it. My cheeks grew warm
and I knew I was blushing. Everyone watching saw me expose my hairless,
immature genitals. There was a ripple of laughter from the onlookers.
I searched around for my wife, hoping she might come to my rescue.
Instead, I saw her with Brock. They were facing each other, toe to toe,
and she turned her face up toward him, eyes half lidded, lips parted.
He brought his mouth down to hers and they kissed. At first it was
gentle but then his long arms went around her, he pulled my wife tightly
against him, and they kissed ardently. Haley ground her hips against
him. I felt dizzy.
One of the women in front of me squatted down and took my dick and balls
in her hand. She told the others, "His bits are so small. I mean, he
would never be any competition for you real men."
"But he... or she... would be handy to have around."
"Crossdressing sissies. They have a hundred and one uses."
"I wouldn't mind taking her for a test drive."
"And her wife probably wouldn't mind. Looks like she's getting ready to
be ridden herself."
"Hey," said Annabeth. "If Darling's wife gets my husband, then
shouldn't I get Darling?"
What was going on? I didn't understand. All I could do was keep
displaying bimbo body language and a dreamy, vacuous face. My wife,
with Brock's arm around her shoulders, was coming toward us. The other
guests were also moving in our direction.
"So," Haley asked when everyone was assembled. "What do you all think?
Can I join the group? You know how much I want to hit the sheets with a
piece of prime manhood. Just look at my pansy husband's pathetic dick."
She sneered at my undergrown penis and made a sour face. "And every
time I trade off with one of your wives, she gets my sissy husband and
his talented tongue. He may be a dud in the cock department, but he
eats pussy like a champ."
"I vote yes," offered Brock.
"Me too," seconded Annabeth.
The others happily chimed in with their own acceptance. I was beginning
to see the light.
"Then it's decided," Janet said with a devilish smirk. "Haley gets
taken to the guest bedroom by Brock, and Darling eagerly follows me to
the master suite. The rest of you can pair off in whatever combinations
you please. There's still the third bedroom, the rec room, and all the
other usual places."
My wife handed the key that would allow the removal of my dress to
Janet. Still held tightly against the man I realized was about to have
sex with her, my wife declared, "I want everyone to feel free to use
Darling once Janet has had her fun with him. He keeps insisting that
he's not really a homo, but if any of you guys want to try him on for
size, just go for it. And if you girls have anything you want to try,
but that your husbands think is too icky, there's no limits with the
bimbo."
It felt like the room was tilting. I held onto Janet. She
misinterpreted my action and gave me a one-armed hug. Her free hand
reached across and she pawed my super-sized, false breast. The drink
I'd been given and whatever had been added to it were doing their work.
I felt my inhibitions receding. Some of my earliest dressing fantasies
had involved being admired by men. And from being dominated in bed by
Haley, I had developed a craving to satisfy women with my mouth. But I
had a strong sense that, if I gave in to those urges, they would only
grow stronger. And if the guys took liberties with me, I might even
respond to that. This could turn into a one-way trip to much more
extreme sissy behavior, to a complete addiction to sexual servitude.
Yet it was thrilling to be the center of attention, to have my femme
self become a magnet for everyone's attention.
Brock said, "So Janet, since Haley's telling us it's anything goes with
Darling, how about if the four of us use the main bedroom. That frees
up the guest room for whoever wants it. And I know Darling would be
happier if she had the three of us to satisfy, instead of just you.
She's got such a hunger to feed." He gave me a conspiratorial wink.
"Isn't that right, triple-D Darling?"
My inner sissy-slut took over. I heard myself, in a simpering bimbo
voice, saying, "That would be perfect. I could be available for all of
you. A full-access bimbo." I giggled again. "Now and for... whenever.
Okay?"
Janet said, "For our get-togethers every weekend."
Brock ran a fingertip over my lips. "Well," he considered aloud, "I've
always wanted to have a fluffer handy in the bedroom."
His wife added, "And a clean-up tongue for whoever needs it." She asked
Haley, "Ever had your pussy filled with cream by a real man like Brock,
and then lapped out by a sissy wimp like Darling?"
"No," my spouse admitted. "But I'm eager to try it."
"Then let's head to bed. And all get some head."
There was fresh laughter all around. The four of us started toward
Brock and Janet's bedroom. My life was about to change. I would
experience scenes that had until then been only half-formed fantasies.
The kinds of action I had read about in stories on that terrific site,
Fiction Maniacs. And I would be taken beyond whatever boundaries I
imagined I had. Most significantly, once I crossed those borders, I
didn't think I could ever go back to being Darren or even Darleen. When
this night was over, the Darling within me would be fully awakened and I
would never be able to return her to slumber again.
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