The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The blue glow from a television was the only light in Kerry’s third floor apartment in the Cow Hollow District of San Francisco. She lounged on her couch flipping channels. Her frustration with the endless selection of infomercials reached a threshold. She turned off the television, threw the remote to the side, and quietly stared out her living room window with its view of a fire escape ladder and narrow alley. She thought about the two thousand in rent per month and this was her view of San Francisco—a brick wall.

If she leaned out her window she could see a glimpse of Union Street with its restaurants, bars and expensive shops. If the window was open she could hear echoes of the laughter of passersby leaving the closing bars. As she gazed out tonight almost nodding-off, she saw a pair of a woman’s legs in high heels step down on the fire escape ladder from the floor above. Kerry noticed dark stockings and a short tight black skirt. As the woman continued to descend carefully step-by-step, Kerry noticed a bright white large fluffy cottontail attached to the woman’s rear. The legs stopped only half way down the ladder, hesitated, and then climbed further down stepping onto the fire escape landing in front of Kerry’s window.

The woman stood in her white silk blouse, arms crossed, shivering in the San Francisco cold wind. She leaned over the metal railing to see further down the alley. A plastic bag hung from her right hand. There was no purse. She turned around and was startled to see Kerry inside. They made eye contact. The woman was obviously scared.

Kerry suspiciously walked over to open the lower window sash. “Are you OK?”

Loud voices came from Union Street and the woman appeared cornered and confused. She turned to Kerry, “Can I come in?”

Kerry thought for a second. It seemed only proper to help. “OK. Be careful. Who are you? What are you doing out here?” Kerry held out a hand and guided the woman inside.

“I’m Amanda,” the woman said as she extended a leg over the sill. Her tight skirt pulled way up her legs as the tip of her foot touched the floor. She paused briefly to make certain her tail made it inside without brushing the side jamb of the window frame. “Close it quick. Please,” she said in a panic.

“Are you hiding from someone? Here, I’ll call the police.”

“No. No,” Amanda replied starting to tear-up. “No one will believe me with what happened to me.”

“Tell me Amanda. I’ll help you. I think I’ve seen you before. You live in the building, don’t you?”

“Yes. I’m upstairs from you. I thought I could get my costume, but then I realized that if I stayed any longer they would come find me. You see they turned this one girl into some kind of bimbo bunny and were going to come back to do the same to me, but somehow I was able to get away. The other girl wouldn’t move. She stood there like a statue. I had to leave her behind.” Amanda began to sob.

Kerry didn’t know what to think. Probably best to just address the basics. “We should call the police Amanda.”

“I don’t have time! You see this bunny tail?” She twisted her hips to show her rear and the bright white tail the size of a cantaloupe. “It’s stuck itself to my skirt. They said if I take it off it will get angry and it may accelerate turning me into whatever the other girl Cindy was turned into.” She rested her hands on Kerry’s shoulders and took a very serious tone. “You see they dressed her in a complete bunny uniform that changed her body and erased her mind.

This tail is from the same kind of costume. If I take it off it will grow back. But if I just wait, my clothes will transform anyway and I’ll turn into a bunny just like Cindy. I don’t know what to do.”

“That is utter nonsense. Nothing is going to happen to you.” Kerry took Amanda by the arm and pulled the frightened creature to the couch.

“I saw it,” Amanda said. She began to sit on the couch, but then jumped back up. “The tail! I’ll push it off sitting on that cushion. I’ll sit here.” She sat on the flat surface of the coffee table making certain she was not sitting on the tail. Her silly appendage hugged her skirt just high enough that it only brushed the table’s surface as she shimmied her derriere across the polished wood.

Kerry sat across from Amanda. Was this woman unhinged? “Maybe they drugged you. Gave you something that made you hallucinate. Look, tell me what happened from the start.”

Amanda took a deep breath. “It started when I went to this party wearing this cheesy bunny costume I have in this bag.” She held the plastic bag up and set it back in her lap. “I met this girl, Darby. She was dressed in a perfect authentic looking Playboy Bunny outfit. Mine is this stretch material with a tiny cotton ball tail. Hers was the full sized tail like I have on now. She had a bright yellow satin suit and ears and shoes. You could tell her costume was high quality. It pulled her waist in, had the proper boning, it was custom tailored to her and everything.

“Darby—Bunny Darby—saw me and we posed for some pictures together. I asked her where she got her costume and how much it cost her. That’s when she told me about this private club that would give me a costume just like hers. All I had to do was work there serving drinks in costume for a weekend. They were having a bunny meet-up the next day one block over at a Union Street bar. Darby said she would sponsor me and that a dozen other girls would be there trying out too.

“So I went. I mean I always wanted to be a bunny serving tables. I met Darby outside the bar right after I finished work. I was dressed as I am now—minus the tail—and Darby had a pretty cocktail dress on. We went in and headed straight to the back. Some loud guys at the bar were trying to peek into the backroom and asked if there was a bachelorette party going on. Darby just ignored them and closed the door leaving us alone in a narrow hallway. She told me I had to be blindfolded so if I didn’t make it, I couldn’t bother the girls who were chosen because I would never have seen them. She also had me press this bunny tail against the back of my skirt with both hands. She said not to let it get pulled away or I wouldn’t make it past the first step. I also had to really truly want to be a bunny. I had to keep saying that to myself and keep pushing against the tail firmly.

“I did everything she said as I was led blindfolded into a crowded room filled with a bunch of other girls. There must have been two, three dozen women in there talking, drinking. It was so loud. Darby talked in my ear the whole time telling me where to sit, what to do. While we waited, she helped me drink a margarita with a straw since my hands were occupied and I couldn’t see.

“Then the show started. I heard an announcer over a speaker ask that all sponsors guide their candidates onto the stage and form a line. On stage, I could make-out through the blindfold’s material that a bright light was shining on me. The announcer then asked all the candidates to let go of their tails and put their hands on their hips. While I did that, I heard other girls in the audience cheering and booing. Darby took off my blindfold and said I made it. I saw a dozen other girls still blindfolded and their tails on the floor. They were all escorted out, except one girl in a short red dress who was arguing with the announcer, who happened to be dressed in a blue bunny costume. The red dressed girl kept trying to stick a tail on the behind of her still blindfolded candidate, but it kept falling off. That’s when two other bunnies came and ushered both girls out.

“That left me and a cute little Asian girl I found out later was named Cindy. I was so excited. I felt behind my skirt and the tail was firmly stuck there. Darby was celebrating with Cindy’s sponsor. The announcer told Darby and her friend to get into uniform. She asked Darby to have us all meet in the office.

“In this small back room they had me and Cindy kneel on these pillows on the floor. The blue bunny announcer said she was Bunny Maria and congratulated us on being found acceptable to the costumes. She told Cindy and me to look forward and place our hands on our hips. I followed automatically. In a mirrored wall in front of us I saw Maria put an orange pair of ears on Cindy’s head. Despite everything that happened so far, that was the first moment I felt something was wrong. Suddenly Cindy’s short black hair that she had styled with a bright purple highlight streak down the right side began to change. Her hair just started to grow down to her waist and turn completely blonde. It then pulled itself up onto her head like a snake becoming perfectly styled— like a 1960’s hairstyle. You could see panic in Cindy’s eyes, but neither of us could move. I just was frozen just starting in the mirror.

“Darby came in wearing her yellow bunny costume. She kissed me on the back of my neck and told me to enjoy the show. They had Cindy stand. We all watched her. Those bunnies just sat there drinking cocktails. A few minutes later, Cindy’s clothes started to dissolve. Her shoes changed to orange pumps, her legs were covered with shear tights, then a layer of darker tights. Her dress completely disintegrated. Scraps fell to the floor. Then a waist cincher formed over her belly and pulled her in to a tight hourglass shape. Cindy still kept her eyes forward and her hands on her hips, but you could see her struggle to breath with each contraction of the cincher.

“Soon Cindy stood there in orange ears and shoes, and then she started to moan in pain. The corset continued to tighten and an orange bunny bodice formed around her body. Cindy glowered at the bunnies as her body started to change some more. Her breasts expanded. Her face and skin tone even changed. She got taller, her legs longer. She was skinny and short before but within minutes she was now a full figured tall blonde bombshell. I could see her fighting to move, but like me she remained still and silent watching everything in the mirror.

“When Maria asked Cindy’s name, Cindy spoke in this ultra airhead perky voice saying, ‘I’m Bunny Cindy.’ Then she struggled to ask what they did to her. Maria said both of us wore tails harvested from a bimbo bunny costume. She said that we could have taken the tails off and now Cindy could try to take the whole costume off, but the costume would just grow back after dishing out a punishing bought of pain.

“I tried to move. Make a run for the door, but it wasn’t until Maria gave me permission to stand that I could move at all. Even then I just stood. That was all I could do. Maria unzipped Cindy’s bodice, stripped off the orange costume and tights. Darby took the orange ears off Cindy and took away the shoes. They both just sat down again drinking more cocktails occasionally looking over at Cindy standing there naked. They completely ignored me. A few minutes had passed when Cindy moaned in pain again. A new costume just like the one removed from her body appeared. It grew over her body and lifted her large breasts into position. This time the costume was a purple satin. Matching purple satin ears grew from her head. Matching purple shoes formed from her heels to her toes and then lifted her up onto three-inch high heels.

“Darby and Maria were celebrating. I could see Cindy’s body struggle, her muscles only slightly flexing trying to even open her mouth— like me—wanting so badly to yell or scream. We were stuck—rendered totally mute. That’s when Maria got this black first prize ribbon and held it in front of Cindy. ‘Tell me what it says,’ Maria went on all snobbish-like. Cindy, still using a high-pitched voice, said: ‘Bubbles.’ Maria then snapped the ribbon onto Cindy’s purple costume just above her right hip. I could see the terror in Cindy’s eyes and then she started to smile, put her left hand up in the air and announced with a theatrical flare of excitement, ‘I’m Bunny Bubbles.’ I barely knew her, but I knew that that was not Cindy anymore.

“Darby and Maria acted like gossiping school girls. They got up to leave. Maria looked at me, lifted my chin so our eyes met. I thought she was going to kiss me. And she actually told me to relax. She said I was going to become a fabulous bunny.

“Darby told us to stand right where we were—like we had a choice. She then told me that by tomorrow my tail would ‘turn me’ just like Cindy. Darby picked up Cindy’s orange ears. I could see her thinking about putting them on my head. It probably would have turned me right there, but instead she set the ears back and sarcastically told me to be careful not to loose my tail. It would be just more painful.

“When Darby and Maria left the room, I felt this presence covering my body. It was telling me that Maria was the master of my costume not Darby.

Darby had no power over me. That’s when I started to move. I realized Maria’s last words were to relax. That’s when I actually took a step forward. Somehow, I was free. I checked Cindy, now Bunny Bubbles, but she was frozen all smiles and motionless. I checked outside the room. The hallway was empty. My purse was still out in the main room with the stage—I don’t know why I had left it there—but the bunnies that ushered the candidates around were still there. At the other end of the hallway was a backdoor. I ran out that way setting off an alarm. My apartment was nearby. I keep a key hidden by the door. I thought maybe if I got into my cheap bunny suit maybe I could become a different kind of bunny— not a mindless bimbo like Cindy.”

Kerry didn’t know what to think. She opened the plastic bag and pulled out a cheap pair of ears, some white cuffs, a matching shirt collar, a black bowtie, a strapless bathing suit, a corset, a tiny tail and pair of high heels.

“That is some junk that I bought online,” Amanda added. “It’s my only hope.”

“Look,” Kerry replied, “get a hold of yourself. I’m certain you believe you saw all this, but maybe they drugged you and suggested all this to you as you freaked-out on some kind of acid trip. That’s a more logical answer. We’ll call 911 to say your purse was stolen at the bar and have the cops find these bunnies over there.”

“I know you don’t believe me,” Amanda said. “Look maybe you can order me to snap out of it. Tell me: eyes forward, hands on hips, and tell me to ignore what happened.”

Kerry felt awkward. She regretted getting into this, but maybe it was best to go with this woman’s delusion until Amanda hopefully sobered-up. Kerry forced out a hesitant order.

“No,” Amanda replied disappointed. “Order me. Pose me. Take charge. Take charge of me. Please.”

“Stand,” Kerry ordered sternly.

Amanda smiled and with her large tail bouncing against her skirt stood over in the center of the living room. Kerry walked around Amanda lecturing her on not being a bunny, but Amanda visibly lost enthusiasm.

“I’m not feeling it,” Amanda said. “Maybe if you wore my bunny costume. Seriously. Order me, but as a bunny. Huh? What do you think?” Amanda picked up the strapless bathing suit. “I don’t have time. Let’s get you dressed.” She pulled Kerry by the hand towards the bedroom. “Come on Kerry, please.” She started pulling Kerry’s clothes off as they entered the hall.

“Wait,” Kerry said, thinking for a moment. “Fine. I’ll be right back.” She took the pile of clothes into the bathroom. A few minutes later she returned wearing heels, ears, cuffs, bowtie, tights, and a corset loosely tied in the back. She was covering her bare breasts with one arm and holding the bathing suit draped over her other arm. “I need help here. I can’t tie this thing.”

Amanda jumped off the corner of the bed and tightened-up the corset. Then she helped Kerry into the bathing suit. “I was thinking, Kerry. Maybe the tail could be altered—reprogrammed— maybe have its evil powers bred-out.” Amanda popped her large cottontail from her skirt and then pressed it softly against Kerry’s butt. Kerry remained busy tugging on the bathing suit.

“Maybe,” Amanda said, “if you became a real bunny made with this bunny costume, I can then wear the new costume and not become a bimbo.”

“Look,” Kerry said looking over her shoulder at Amanda, “I’ll give you some orders and then regardless we’ll call the police about your purse.

Now put this tail on me.” Kerry held-up the tiny puff of a cotton ball that came with the cheap bathing suit.

“You’re already set. See.”

Kerry twisted her shoulders raising an arm to see the attached much larger tail behind her. “Fine,” she said taking Amanda’s hands to position the woman in the center of the bedroom. “Now Amanda, stand eyes forward and hands on your hips.”

“Join me Kerry. You do it too. Eyes forward. Hands on hips.”

Kerry rolled her eyes. With a huff of frustration she followed along with Amanda.

“Come on Kerry. I know you’ll love it.”

They both faced a set of sliding bedroom closet doors with floor-to-ceiling mirrored panels. Kerry saw Amanda taking quick glances at her. Amanda seemed to be showing more of an edge and less of the nice girl that she was an hour ago. Kerry decided to ignore the eerie feeling she had. But she was wearing a cheap-o version of what was basically a fetish outfit—one that Amanda was very much into.

“Good bunny,” Amanda said as if talking to a new pet. “I’m sorry to do this to you, but I’m still thinking that maybe we can cross breed the bimbo out of the costume that is trying to take me over by breeding it out of the bunny tail.” Amanda faced Kerry and brushed Kerry’s long hair over her shoulders. She leaned in and gave Kerry a deep kiss.

Kerry’s hands flew-up in shock ready to pushback. Then she held for a second, closed her eyes standing motionless and then leaned-in. Her hands fell to her sides. She could feel the corset move under her bathing suit and suddenly tighten even further. Her stretchy bathing suit thickened. Metal boning grew under the corset along her body pressing her sides in, pushing tummy in. The heavy boning in front stopped just under the bathing suit’s bra cups. The girls continued their kiss. Kerry wanted more, but the feeling from the stiffening bodice started to distract her. What was happening? Was she actually becoming a bunny like that Cindy girl? What did this Amanda woman do to her? But the feeling! Oh the feeling was wonderfully warm surrounding her like a firm embrace that would never leave her.

“Wait!” Kerry thought, “this can’t be happening!” She turned her head pulling her mouth away from Amanda. The rest of her body would not move.

“What—what have you done Amanda?” Kerry said in a soft voice struggling to say anything at all. Kerry’s hair began to move by itself. It rose slowly up and off her shoulders grooming itself perfectly just as Amanda had described. It formed a perfect bouffant coif from the 1960’s. The cheap bunny ears changed color to a red satin that matched her changing bodice and shoes. Amanda just watched as Kerry’s eyes pleaded for help. “Help me!” Kerry thought frustrated at how Amanda just stood there happily amazed at the transformation.

“Don’t worry,” Amanda said, “I’ll put on the costume after you’re done changing.” She reached out to Kerry’s hair making an adjustment and picking off some small distracting spec. “Say something Kerry. I want to hear if your voice is changing at all.”

“My breasts are getting bigger,” Kerry answered, her voice still normal, but out of breathe.

“Hm, let’s give it more time and see,” Amanda said crossing her arms in front of her with a pensive look. “We’ll keep our fingers crossed. You really are looking great though.” She sat back onto the edge of the bed taking in the show.

Kerry fought to speak. “You knew this would happen. That’s not right Amanda.” She waited for a response, but there was none. In the mirror, the once damsel in distress seemed visibly relieved at seeing a beautiful red Playboy Bunny settling down into her new form. It was still Kerry just taller, bustier and undeniably sexier.

“What’s your name?” Amanda asked.

“Kerry,” the bunny said talking through her grinning teeth. “You bitch,” she added.

Amanda gleefully jumped off the bed clapping her hands repeatedly. “Ok. Ok. Um. Don’t talk.

And don’t move either. I’m going to take that costume off you now. This is sooo, good. Thank you. Thank you.” Amanda stripped Kerry bare. Kerry stood still only moving like a cooperative mannequin when instructed to step out of the shoes, satin suit and tights.

Amanda started undressing herself and then donning the new costume. She tightened the cincher, pulled up the heavily boned satin shell up her legs, over her butt and into position with its large cups covering her breasts. She faced Kerry, who remained frozen.

Amanda gave Kerry a quick kiss on the mouth and said: “Thank you so much Kerry.”

Kerry moaned.

“No. No. Just keep quiet.” Amanda tied the little laces on above her the leg holes on the left and right hips. She started to breath heavily. “I think—I think—Yes. I’m actually turning. The corset is so tight. Yes, I’m turning Kerry. I’m turning.” Amanda’s waist pulled inwards. Her hair teased itself into a bouffant flip hairstyle with its large curls resting on her shoulders. Her breasts swelled filling the bullet bra of the costume. Amanda looked in the mirror testing her voice. “I’m Amanda. I’m Amanda. Wait, no! I’m Bunny Amanda.” She stared at herself in the mirror wiggling her tail with some Salsa hip action. She looked back at Kerry standing naked, “Is my voice the same Kerry? You may answer now.”

“Yes it’s fine,” Kerry replied taking in a deep breath and hating herself for even answering.

“My body is burning all over.”

“Don’t worry Kerry. That’s your new replacement costume about to grow-in.”

Flesh colored tights grew from Kerry’s waist downwards covering her legs and toes. Then came another layer of darker shimmering tights followed by a waist cincher. Kerry whispered a harsh plea for Amanda to stop the costume.

Amanda loved her new costume. She couldn’t believe how well it all turned out. She ignored the soft cries for help behind her choosing instead to keep checking out her new bunny body in the mirror. She turned to the left and to the right, focused on her appearance. “Eeee!” she said gleefully hugging herself so tightly her shoulders shrugged almost popping her new bunny boobs out of her satin shell.

In the background, Kerry’s constant moaning pleas became an annoying distraction. Amanda glared back. “Come-on Kerry. Shut-up already.” She looked back at the mirror, corrected her bunny ears and decided to head out of the bedroom.

As she crossed the living room towards the kitchen, she could still hear Kerry’s groans, heavy breathing, and hopeless pleas for help. Amanda stopped mid stride not because of any regrets, although surely she wouldn’t have been so cruel before. She stopped because she could feel something forming under her costume. It was something in the costume’s crotch. No it was higher in the back. Actually it was moving. She tried to feel through the thick costume satin and layered silk tights, but the tail was in the way. She knew unzipping the bodice was not allowed. Such an act would surely be harshly punished with pain. She tried to reach just under her cottontail where it attached to the bodice. Somewhere, somehow under her layers of dancer tights, a stiff strap was growing between her legs like a thong. It was like a metal strap. She felt the front of her crotch. The strap pushed its way up connecting to the cincher hidden underneath. Then something forcefully pushed upwards into her butt. She tried to squeeze her muscles to keep whatever it was out.

Clench harder! Then a throbbing orgasmic movement between her legs started. She realized that the costume was growing not one but two dildos into her body.

Amanda fell to her knees, touching her crotch with both hands. She tried to reach a finger under the gusset of the bunny suit. Maybe she could pinch the end of the plug through the pantyhose, but the bunny suit fit her too tightly and now her mind was losing track of her last thoughts. Her breasts heaved with each deep breath. The plugs inside her grew even larger, filling her, even stretching her. Her body now was reacting to the intrusion wanting to enjoy it despite her efforts to concentrate. How could she stop this? Her hands cupped her satin covered breasts sliding the costume around and around grinding her tits. Everything was so sensitive, so magical to caress, to grab and to massage. Wave after wave of pleasure hit her.

“I’m a bunny! I’m a bunny!” she yelled rocking her hips, her knees pressed to the floor, her butt resting on her high heels. She spread her feet further apart and used her thighs to lift and lower her butt slapping it against the carpeted floor jamming the plugs further in.

Oh no! Was she going “bimbo?” Was the suit changing her like Cindy? She couldn’t stop bouncing her body up and down loosing herself in her jiggling breasts. Her bunny ears shook. Her white cuffs seemed to clasp her wrists even tighter. Her little bowtie seem to be strangling her just enough to be thrilling.

She reached her hands into her bra cups, at first to hold them steady with all the momentum they stored, but then found her hands ignoring her intentions and instead massaging her tits. They got so hard and perky. Her biggest regret was that she could not let go long enough to also touch her crotch at the same time. Her legs began to tire. Her thigh muscles burned from going up and down so many times, but she couldn’t stop the rising and falling as if she had mounted a man’s shaft. She ignored the exhaustion. She begged for mercy. Had it been wrong to turn Kerry? Was this the punishment? Enough! Oh, please! Stop! Please! But the costume would not relent. The throbbing inside her pushed her sexual urges higher and higher until she begged for relief.

“Oh! Oh!” she cried as her satin covered torso shook with each contraction. “Stop!”

The suit finally let her reach climax and then in the calm eye of the storm, the waves began to build again. She realized that she was going to repeat it all over. Her body started to rock up and down again. “No! I can’t! Please! No!”

Several more minutes passed of riding the carpet floor like a wild jockey. “I’ll do whatever you want. I promise!”

Another climax hit her.

Amanda dropped to the floor totally spent. She leaned forward propping herself onto her elbows too drained to move. Something was controlling her and yet her main worry now was the realization that she might damage her tights on the carpet. Worse yet, given the angle she was at with her butt pointing high in the air, her boobs might fall out which would be very unbunny-like.

She also felt a need to leave the apartment. But where would she go? She was in a bunny costume. She could not go back to her place fearing that the others who turned Cindy would find her. She stood onto her high heels and leaned against a wall taking deep breaths. All the questions and details did not matter to her now against the urge to get to the front door and out into the hallway. The urgency was irresistible. It was the most important thing to do right now. She must reach that hallway.

But had she become a bimbo? How could she tell? “Two plus two is four,” she said. That’s too easy though. “Twelve times twelve is,” she paused. “Come-on work it out you stupid, stupid!” Was it just panicked nerves or was she too dumb now? Think. Relax. Think. “One-hundred—one hundred—forty-four. Oh, thank god.” She paused again. Actually was that right? She always sucked at algebra but, yeah, she was actually right.

She was light headed, but she was still herself.

Balancing was a struggle as she walked. Each step made the plugs inside her shift. It would take a while a to get used to them and that was assuming she could ever get used to them at all. Her heels hammered the hard kitchen floor by the front door. She was too tired to be graceful. She opened the front door, bowed her trademark bunny ears down so she could lean her head out just a bit and see if anyone would witness her leaving.

Looking down at her feet, she stopped at the site of two black rosette ribbons artfully positioned on the welcome mat. She stepped beside them and slowly lowered herself by bending her knees while keeping her bodice vertical to prevent her new hefty breasts from falling out of the costume. The deep knee bend pushed the plugs into her body even more, but she had to get the ribbons. She had to pick them-up. Her thigh burned from the wild ride in the living room. She quickly snatched the ribbons and stood to find relief from the pressure inside her body. She shook her hips trying to shake the plugs loose inside. That was a useless. The metal strap wasn’t going to let them out. Did Kerry have these things too? Did Cindy?

Leaning against the doorway, she began to read the names written on the rosettes: “Bambi” and “Thumper.”

Amanda returned to the kitchen closing the front door. She noticed that her costume had changed color from red to a green. It must have happened when she orgasmed on the living room floor. She was a bunny now, but with no name. Of course she had to have a name. The thought of attaching a nametag gave her shivers of pleasure. It was as if the costume rewarded her for the right thoughts. It now gave her a wonderful throbbing sensation between her legs. She felt a presence from the costume as if it were condescendingly saying, “Good girl. Very good girl.”

The costume was alive. It was instructing her. She remembered watching Cindy getting a nametag. How it turned her face blank and clueless. Amanda looked at the names again. It was going to happen. She was going to have a bimbo name, but how bad was attaching one of these things going to be? It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

She felt a sharp pain in her head and took a deep breath loving how her boobs bounced when she relaxed. Had she already lost to the costume? She wanted to cry, but that would ruin her make-up. Maybe that inhibition was an indication right there. She had to be perfect at all times. She shouldn’t think of herself first or even second anymore. She was here to serve.

Amanda held the nametags against her pursed lips thinking for a moment—at least thinking as hard as any silly bunny could. Yes. That was it. She knew what to do. She felt that her body, her costume and her desires were all in sync now. She liked being a good girl, a perfect happy little bunny.

She walked into the bedroom. A moment later she returned to the living room. She opened the same window she had entered a couple hours earlier and straddled the sill making certain not to knock her ears or tail off as she carefully stepped out onto the fire escape. She kept her weight on her toes to avoid scrapping her heels on the metal grate. She climbed the ladder, each step giving a tail wiggle hoping to adjust the plugs inside her.

She headed back up to her apartment and disappeared from view.

In the bedroom, Kerry stood motionless, eyes forward, hands on her hips. She wore a purple satin bunny costume now with matching ears and shoes. She too loved the connection she had with her new costume and wanted to serve as the best bunny she possibly could become.

Above her right hip, attached to her costume, was the nametag “Bambi.”