The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jess felt the first raindrops fall on her face, and sighed. Of course it would rain tonight. As if everything that’d already happened to her today wasn’t enough. Losing her job because her boss was a transphobic asshole, getting harassed and creeped on by her landlord, and finding out she needed to raise $1000 out of nowhere to get her car repaired—it had been a hell of a day. Her stomach grumbled. $1000? She couldn’t even afford a decent meal.

She came to the end of the block she was walking down, picked a direction at random, and turned. She wasn’t going anywhere, she was just out for a walk because somehow walking around the city for a few hours was less depressing than sitting in her shit-hole apartment, brooding over her own misery. But apparently it was going to rain, and she wasn’t even allowed that small comfort. Perfect. Jess realized some asshole was staring at her, and threw a fierce glower in his direction. He looked away. Good. Jess wasn’t in the mood to deal with that kind of thing. She knew other people could sometimes tell she was trans, she didn’t need to be reminded of it by every creep who couldn’t keep their eyes to themselves. Fortunately, one nasty glare usually reminded them to mind their manners. Looking the part helped. Jess was a punk, through and through. Keeping her warm despite the bad weather was her battle vest, adorned with spikes and a colorful array of patches, all of which she’d attached herself. Between that, her leather leggings, and her sea-green dyed undercut hair-style, she looked the part. She looked dangerous, and that was good. Looking dangerous kept the real dangers away.

“Ah!”

“Fuck,” Jess swore viciously as she tumbled to the ground. She been so wrapped up in her thoughts, and with sending a mental ‘fuck you’ to the guy staring at her, she hadn’t been looking where she was going, and apparently neither had the girl she’d just walked headfirst into. As Jess picked herself up, she outstretched a hand to the girl, who accepted it gratefully. “Shit, I’m sorry, that was my bad. Are you OK?”

“Oh yeah, I’m like, totally fine.” Jess couldn’t help but cringe a little bit at the girl’s conspicuous valley girl accent. The girl giggled. “You?”

“Yeah.” Jess took the time to look at the other girl properly. She was quite a sight. The girl she’d bumped into was about her height, but that was where the similarities ended. Her hair was long and blonde, and framed a perfectly made-up face, with thick, crimson-painted lips. She was wearing a low-cut dress that, despite the chill in the air, didn’t fall far below her hips. The dress was an almost blinding shade of bubblegum pink, and was complete with a few white frills at the hem and along the sleeves, and seemed tailored the perfectly accentuate the girl’s curves. And what curves! The dress was straining to accommodate her massive, exposed cleavage, so large Jess swore her breasts couldn’t be real, and pinched at her waist only to stretch again to accommodate her round, thick ass. A pair of six-inch heels, just as pink as her dress, rounded off the outfit. ‘Hyperfeminine’ was the more neutral of the two words that popped into Jess’s head at the sight of her. ‘Bimbo’ was the other. “Sorry about that.”

“No worries.” The girl giggled again. “I’m Crystal! What’s your name?”

“Jess.” It was hard for Jess not to roll her eyes at the name ‘Crystal.’

“Cute!” Crystal pronounced, eliciting a surprised blink from Jess.

“Thanks,” she replied automatically. “Hey, I should really be goi—”

“Gosh, I just love your outfit!” Crystal interrupted. “It’s so cool and like, punk!”

“Thanks,” Jess replied again. “I er… like yours too.” She didn’t want to get suckered into a conversation, but she didn’t want to be rude. Not to a girl, and especially not to a girl she’d just knocked over mere moments ago.

“I can tell.” Crystal giggle again, and did a little wiggle. “My eyes are up here, Jess.”

Jess blushed fiercely as she realized she’d been absently-mindedly staring at Crystal’s boobs, and she mentally told herself off for it. They were pretty on-display but that was no excuse! However soft and inviting they looked… Jess realised she’d almost gone right back to staring again, and kicked herself. Apparently it had been way too long since she’d slept with a girl. “Oh god, I’m sorry, I—”

“Relax, cutie! I don’t mind you looking. Just teasing you.” Crystal giggling yet again, and Jess found herself blushing even harder, especially went Crystal bent over slightly, almost as if she was deliberately trying to provoke a reaction. “So how come you’re out for a walk on a night like this? There’s a rainstorm coming in.”

“Just out for a walk, I guess,” Jess replied awkwardly. Then, she spotted an out. “Actually, if there’s a storm coming I should really get going. I’ve got a long walk back home.”

“Oh no!” Crystal frowned. “You’ll never make it in time! It’s gonna start pouring any moment. Oh hey, why don’t you come home with me, at least like, until the rain stops? I don’t mind!”

“I don’t know…” Jess knew better than to go home with strangers. She didn’t know if Crystal was hitting on her, but Crystal wasn’t exactly her type.

“Oh come on!” Crystal pouted, looking for all the world like a sad kitten. “I’m just, like, trying to help! Us trans girls gotta help each other out.”

“How did you…” Jess realized Crystal was indicating at the ‘trans pride’ patch on her vest. Wait, Crystal was trans? Jess never would have guessed. That made her feel a little safer, but not safe enough. “Never mind. Look, I appreciate the offer, but—”

Jess was betrayed by her stomach, which at that moment let out a loud rumble. Crystal giggled at Jess’s embarrassed reaction, then said: “You poor thing! You’re starved! Well, hey, I’ve got plenty of food at home, you can, like, help yourself!”

The thought of a hot meal, or even a cold meal, broke Jess’s resolve. She was surviving on scraps until her last paycheck came through, and probably even after that. She was so hungry. “OK, OK. I’ll come with you. And… thanks.”

“No problem!” Crystal giggling happily, a bubbly grin instantly replacing her pout. Eagerly, she reached out and grabbed Jess’s hand, and almost pulled her off-balance as she started dragging her down the street. “This way!”

Crystal’s apartment building turned out to be only about five minutes away. Crystal dragged Jess along by her hand the whole way, babbling happily about nothing in particular at an incredibly rapid pace. Jess mostly tuned out her rambling but Crystal didn’t seem to notice or mind. Eventually, she led Jess up the steps into her building, and then up to her fourth floor apartment. Once she opened the door and let them both inside, Jess was instantly grateful for the warmth. The apartment seemed unremarkable enough, except for the pink candles, pink posters, pink flowers, pink furnishings… actually, almost everything was pink. Crystal had a very particular style, clearly. Crystal led Jess into the living room and sat her down on the couch.

“Make yourself at home!” Crystal giggled and gestured around the room proudly. “I know you’re hungry, so you just relax while I go, like, rustle something up for you!”

Crystal disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Jess sitting on the couch, a little dumbfounded. She smiled, despite herself. She felt like she’d been hit by a whirlwind and it was hard not to find Crystal’s energy and upbeat demeanor a little infectious. Her host reappeared sooner than she’d expected, only about 30 seconds later. But this time she was carrying a plate with a small cupcake on it. Jess couldn’t help but be a little disappointed. She was incredibly hungry, and she’d been hoping for a meal. She wasn’t about to say ‘no’ to free food, however, and accepted the plate from Crystal, who pressed it onto her.

“I baked it myself!” Crystal announced with a giggle. “I, like, love baking. Let me know what you think!”

The cupcake was pink and was topped with pink icing shaped into a heart which was itself decorated with little patterns of shiny, sparkling sugar drops. It was very pretty, and looked tasty enough to make Jess’s mouth water. So, with Crystal watching her intently, Jess dug in. Sure enough, it tasted just as good as it looked—it was perfectly sweet and tasted just a little of strawberry, and was more filling than she’d have guessed. Jess ate it greedily, and before she knew it she was licking pink icing off her fingertips, as Crystal giggled delightedly.

“This is amazing!” Jess burst out. “You’re a really good baker.”

“Aww, thanks,” Crystal dissolved into a fit of giggles for a moment. “I bake, like, all the time! Everyone always loves my cakes. It’s all in the secret ingredient!”

“Oh?” Jess found herself intrigued. “And what’s that?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a secret anymore, silly!” Crystal giggled yet again, and to her surprise Jess found herself giggling too. Maybe it was because she finally had some food in her belly, but Jess was starting to feel strangely flighty and light-headed. Crystal took Jess’s empty plate back out to the kitchen, then returned and sat down on the couch next to her. Jess found herself feeling more comfortable in the strange, bubbly girl’s presence. It was hard not to feel safe with the first person who’d done something nice for her in what felt like forever. She could use a friend like that, now more than ever.

“Make yourself at home!” Crystal said brightly. “Su casa es mi casa.”

Much to her own surprise, Jess snorted and giggled at Crystal’s mistake. “I don’t think that’s how that goes.”

“Oh?” Crystal giggled too. “Well, like, who cares, right?”

“Right.” Jess found herself agreeing. Sitting there, warm and comfortable and full, who really cared about a silly little mistake? She smiled. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if some of Crystal’s happy-go-lucky attitude rubbed off on her.

“Hey, so, like, what do you do for work?”

Jess’s smile fell from her face. “I don’t, anymore. Just lost my job. But I used to be a programmer.”

Crystal’s hand flew to her face, a comically over-enthusiastic reaction for such an uninteresting answer, Jess thought. “Oh wow! Programming sounds so, um, hard!”

“Not exactly,” Jess scoffed. “Not what I was doing, anyway. I was just a code monkey.”

“Even so,” Crystal insisted, “it must have been hard! All those words and numbers, all those problems. Staring at a screen all day. I bet your head was getting jumbled up all the time.”

“Not really…” Jess yawned. She was feeling sleepy. She shifted a little, sinking into the soft, warm couch. As she did, she let what Crystal had said sit with her. “Well… maybe sometimes. I definitely got some headaches sometimes. And sometimes, if I was trying to fix a hard bug, it just felt like my head was going round and round in circles, y’know?”

“Absolutely! That happens to me all the time. People say I’m kinda dumb.” Crystal giggled, and Jess giggled right along with her. She didn’t really know why it was funny, but it was easy to giggle along with Crystal. “But, like, being dumb isn’t so bad.”

“Really?”

“Yeah!” Crystal put her hand on Jess’s shoulder and leant in, whispering like she was sharing gossip. “I mean, sure, maybe I’m a little dumb. But being dumb makes it so much easy not to worry about stuff! I never think about, like, difficult problems or anything! I just have fun. Doesn’t that sound good?”

“I… I guess,” Jess found herself saying. All of a sudden, it was awfully hard to think. What Crystal was saying didn’t sound quite right, but she didn’t want to argue. She just wanted to sit there and happily go along with it. That was so much nicer.

“Just think.” Crystal giggled. “Like, when your head was all wrapped up with one of those bugs, imagine if it had all just, like gone poof!” She snapped her fingers illustratively. “No more headache, no more bother. Just… fuzzy, empty.”

“Empty?” Jess felt like she didn’t quite understand. “That sounds…”

“It sounds so good, right?” That wasn’t what Jess had been about to say, but she found herself nodding along all the same. “Gosh, it’s, like, so good to be empty! Why do you think I giggle so much? It’s so nice! I don’t have to do all that hard thinking. But don’t worry! You’ll find out yourself soon enough.”

“I… I’ll…” Jess could barely keep her eyes open. But despite that, something in Crystal’s tone of voice made her uneasy. Something inside her, some self-defense instinct, kicked in, and she forced her eyes wide open. She brought herself back to a clear state of mind, just for a moment, to evaluate things. Once she did that, the adrenaline kicked in, rousing her further. Why was her head so fuzzy? That wasn’t right. It was like she’d been drugged… the cupcake! Forcing her heavy limbs into motion, Jess struggled to her feet. She needed to get out of here. “You—”

“It was in the icing.” Crystal giggled. She didn’t seem at all dispirited by Jess’s resistance. “Like I told you, I make it myself! I guess you’re a little, like, resistant or something.”

“Fuck you,” Jess spat. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Crystal cocked her head to one side. “What do you mean?”

“Drugging me! Trying to make me…” Jess realized she wasn’t exactly sure what Crystal wanted. “Trying to make me dumb, or something.”

“But, like, what’s so bad about that?” The question dumbfounded Jess. The rebuttal seemed obvious, but she couldn’t quite call it into being in her head. It was bad because… because… While she was thinking, Crystal rose gracefully to her feet. “What’s so great about being smart, huh? Like, it doesn’t seem to be doing you any good.”

Jess found it worryingly hard to argue with that. Her life was shit, there was no denying it. But… but what?

“I used to be, like, so smart,” Crystal continued. “I used to work in a lab, with loads of weird chemicals. It was so complicated! And it was, like, so boring. But this one time, I got lucky! I messed up mixing some stuff together, and I ended up figuring out a way to make myself soooo dumb. So now, I put it in my cupcake icing! I take some every day. It’s so great! I’m, like, so much happier now I’m a bimbo.” The word sent chills down Jess’s spine. “I don’t have any of those boring, smart thoughts that got me all worried and sad all the time. I’m just a silly, giggly bimbo, all the time. And you will be too!”

“No!” Jess was still determined to fight it. She’d always fought so hard, for everything. To be who she really was. To be accepted. She wasn’t going to give up now.

“Aw, silly, you’re trying to fight it, aren’t you?” Crystal giggled. “That’s not gonna work! I guess you’re, like, already too dumb to know that.”

Jess froze, until Crystal broke into yet another fit of giggles.

“I’m just teasing! You could, like, totally fight it, if you wanted it. But you won’t.”

There was something about Crystal’s confident, totally unshakable demeanor that Jess was starting to find incredibly disturbing. “Fuck you!” she yelled again, struggling to form a more articulate thought.

“Oh believe me, you will.” Crystal winked and Jess recoiled, horrified. She realized she needed to get out of there, immediately. But she was struggling to even move. Her limbs were so warm and limp and heavy. All she could do was stand there, watching uselessly as Crystal sashayed towards her, the skirt of her pretty pink dress bouncing with each step and her boobs jiggling obscenely. She put her hands on Jess’s body, one on her shoulder and one on her hip, almost like they were dancing together. Jess wanted to throw her off, but that was too hard. Now Crystal was that close, the rich scent of strawberries filled her nose. It was intoxicating. She went stiff with fear when Crystal touched her, but her touch nonetheless sent strange tingles running across Jess’s skin. “Making you dumb isn’t all it does, y’know? It also makes you, like, super horny. I bet you’re feeling it already, right?”

To her horror, Jess realized she was.

“Doesn’t it feel good?” Crystal tittered as she started running her hands all over Jess, feeling the swell of her hips and the curve of her small breasts. It was all Jess could do to bite back a whimper. She was so sensitive! It should have been nothing, but instead she could feel herself melting into Crystal’s caress. Worse, she could feel herself growing hard, a bulge forming in her tight leggings. Crystal noticed it too, and her hand snaked down to caress Jess’s growing bulge, bringing her to full hardness and making her gasp. Crystal giggled. “Naughty girl! Doesn’t it feel good? Gosh, you’re gonna be, like, such a good bimbo! Believe me, your body feels so much better once your head is, like, totally empty.”

“Why does it feel so good?” Jess whined. She could believe that Crystal’s hands were sapping her resistance so easily.

“I don’t really understand it anymore. But I think it, like, rewires your brain or something? Makes it so less of your brain gets used for smart stuff.” Crystal’s ditzy, high-pitched voice dropped to a breathy whisper. “And more of your brain goes to thinking about being pretty and getting fucked.”

Jess shivered. She couldn’t help it. She felt like her whole head had been dunked underwater. It was a little like being monstrously drunk. But whereas alcohol made everything dull and distant, for Jess everything was heightened. The way Crystal was talking to her and touching her was making her senses overload, and the clamor in her head made it impossible to think. She shook her head from side to side, perhaps to deny what Crystal was saying, perhaps to try and shake off the stupor Crystal’s drug had put her in. But it was no use.

“You know,” Crystal continued, “I could push you over the edge, like, right now. But that’s so boring! I think I wanna play, first!” Crystal stepped back and took her hands off Jess, who sighed gratefully at the respite. But it lasted only a moment before Crystal dragged her back over the the couch and sat her down. Almost automatically, Jess just went along with it. She didn’t want to. She wanted to scream, punch, kick, run—anything. But it was just too hard. She could barely stand, barely speak without letting random words spill out of her mouth like an idiot.

“What are you going to do to me?” Jess forced out between gritted teeth. She was sweating, and she hated that she didn’t know if it was from fear, intoxication, or arousal.

“Umm, I dunno…” Crystal seemed genuinely uncertain as she stared intently at the helpless punk girl. Jess wasn’t sure if that was good or bad, but any sense of optimism she was harboring vanished as Crystal suddenly starting clapping her hands together excitedly, and bouncing up and down like an excited child. “Oh, oh! Your hair!”

Crystal’s excitement put a sinking feeling in Jess’s stomach, which only intensified as Crystal dashed off into another room, returning moments later with a pink bottle, a towel and a bowl of water. She sat back down next to Jess and pulled Jess toward her until Jess’s shoulders were resting on her plush thighs. Jess hated the way that made her blush, although not as much as she hated feeling like a prisoner in her own body. Her concern and fear only grew as Crystal set the bowl of water down under her head and fussed about with her hair, gathering it up and pulling it up behind her.

“Your hair is so uncute,” Crystal said crossly. Then, she brightened. “It’ll look so much better once it’s blonde! And then you can grow it out, and—”

“No!” Jess shrieked. Somehow, that idea felt like more of a violation than anything else. Her hair was part of her identity, she was so pleased with it. “You can’t, you—”

“I can!” Crystal countered in a sing-song voice. She waved the pink bottle in front of Jess’s face. “This is another thing I made! Back when I was all, like, smart and boring and stuff. It’s, like, the best hair bleach ever! You’ll see.” With that, she squeezed out a large dollop from the bottle and started running it through Jess’s hair with her hands. Jess went utterly still. Crystal had to be joking, or crazy or something, right? All this stuff about turning her into a bimbo was just nonsense. Obviously. Maybe whatever she’d put in the cupcake had just been an ordinary sleeping pill. Jess couldn’t quite make herself believe it. Especially when, as Crystal kept working her concoction into Jess dyed hair, she found herself slipping into a kind of trance. Maybe it was just the way Crystal was slowly, gently massaging her scalp, but Jess could have sworn she could feel something seeping into her scalp, and from there down into her brain, and it was making everything all fuzzy and murky. “You’re feeling it, aren’t you?” Crystal asked. “Fixing your hair isn’t all it does. It also, like, helps you relax.”

Jess made yet another attempt to muster her strength and physically resist, but it was useless. Guiltily, she was starting to resign herself to her fate. She felt like nothing more than a toy in the face of what Crystal had done to her. A doll, maybe, that Crystal was going to change however she liked. That sounded horrifying. But increasingly, even anger was coming slower and slower. Crystal’s bimbo drug had given her this artificial sense of inner calm that made it so hard to muster the will to fight. But she had to, Jess reminded herself. She had to.

“Done!” Crystal trilled. Jess blinked as she felt Crystal lower her head to dunk into the bowl of water, washing out the bleach. There was no way it worked that fast. There was just no way. But then, after patting her hair dry with the towel, Crystal sat Jess back upright and held up a small mirror, letting her get a look at herself. Jess was utterly speechless. Her hair was blonde. Completely blonde. Not even dirty blonde, but a bright, platinum blonde. Jess found herself shaking from the shock. She looked ridiculous! Even dressed as she was, she looked so much less punk now that she was a dumb blonde. A dumb blonde… why was she thinking about it like that? Despite everything, Jess realized a smile was slowly spreading across her face. And when she opened her mouth, a little, hesitant giggle came out.

It wasn’t working, Jess insisted to herself instantly. She wasn’t getting turned into a bimbo. That was beyond ridiculous. It was just… how absurd she looked. Yes. Or maybe she was cracking under the stress of the situation. That made a lot of sense. Jess tried to think about that, and tried not to think about how fuzzy and empty and silly her head was feeling. Not thinking. That was a nice idea. Jess could feel the temptation now. Her thoughts were becoming harder to hold on to. The strain was so difficult. Jess giggled again, without meaning to, and she had to admit that it felt good, in a way. It felt carefree. She heard her giggle echoed by Crystal, and giggled again. They sounded so dumb!

“Don’t you feel cuter now?” Crystal asked, and Jess nodded automatically. She did. She couldn’t explain it, but she did. “Good! Now for clothes.”

That was like a bucket of cold water being dumped over Jess’s head. What about her clothes? No. There was no way she was going to let this bimbo take those away. She was a punk. That was her identity. She wasn’t going to lose that without a fight. As Crystal got up and left the room again, Jess made another promise to herself not to give in.

Crystal soon reappeared, and when she did she was holding something that made Jess tremble with both anxiety and, somehow, anticipation: a low-cut pink slip dress. “I knew I had something in your size! It’s going to look perfect on you.”

“No!” With immense effort, Jess rose unsteadily to her feet and fixed Crystal with a death-glare. “Never. Fuck you. This has already gone too far.”

Jess readied herself for Crystal to try and overpower her. She didn’t know if she could win in her current state, but she was determined to go down fighting. But Crystal just set the dress down carefully on the couch, and then peered at Jess curiously.

“OK, but like, what are you afraid of?” the bimbo asked.

Jess blinked. That was the last question she’d expected. Afraid? She wasn’t afraid of anything. “I’m not afraid.”

“You, like, totally are though,” Crystal insisted. “You’re shaking, silly!”

“Yeah, because of that shit you drugged me with!” Jess snapped. It was so hard to keep her thoughts straight when Crystal talked to her like that. “Or maybe I’m just scared of you, you bitch.”

“Me?” Crystal giggled, and it took Jess a long moment to suppress the urge to giggle with her. “Like, no way! You’re just scared of being girly.”

“No I’m not,” Jess shot back reflexively, but in truth Crystal’s words felt like a knife in her heart. She didn’t even know why. But they bit deep.

“You obviously are, silly,” Crystal giggled, stepping closer to Jess. “But you are a girl, yknow. You don’t have to dress like that, all, like, drab and spiky. Girls should be pink and soft!” Crystal licked her lips. “And slutty.”

“N… what?” Jess couldn’t think. Girly? Is that what she wanted? No… she was a punk. Wasn’t she? But she was a girl, too. She wanted to be a girl. Being a girl was the most important thing to her in the world. So she should be… pink? Pink… punk… the words were just going round and round in Jess’s head. She didn’t know which were hers and which had been put there by Crystal. It was all so hard, and still the temptation was there—of letting everything go, of not thinking and allowing her head to feel up with pure pink fuzz.

“It’s so hard, right?” Crystal stepped still closer, her voice a sensual whisper. “To feel like a girl? To get treated like a girl?”

“So hard…” Jess echoed. It was true. It was a struggle she was tired of fighting.

“Well… not for me!” Crystal chirped. “Not when I dress like this.” She indicated the way her huge boobs were threatening to spill out of her low-cut dress. “Not with my cute blonde hair. Not when I just, like, giggle, and flirt, and do cute girly things. Doesn’t that sound good?”

“Y-yes.” Fuck, it did. To be effortlessly, easily feminine. God, that sounded like a fantasy. Jess could scarcely imagine it. “But… being smart…”

“Don’t worry about that.” Crystal slipped behind Jess and started peeling her battle vest off of her. “Your brain is already slipping away! So just, like, give in! You can’t fight it, silly Jessie.” That name made Jess shiver. “Besides, thinking about sex is sooo much more fun than being smart.”

Crystal finished removing Jess’s punk vest, and threw it aside. Her plain, white t-shirt was next. Jess numbly allowed Crystal to lift her arms and pull it over her head. Without it she felt naked, even with her bra, but that too was soon unclasped and slipped off. As Crystal undressed her she ran her hands all over her, softly stroking and caressing her. Each touch drove all sense out of Jess’s head, and made her giggle softly with the pleasure. She was feeling it all over her body now, and it felt deliciously feminine.

“Being a bimbo is, like, the best,” Crystal kept whispering as she helped Jess out of her leggings. Jess was practically undressing herself now, in an almost zombie-like state. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to resist anymore. “You’re gonna be so cute with me, Jessie. Imagine the two of us, like, going out together! We could get all the boys. Or the girls.” She giggled, as she pulled Jess’s panties down over her painfully hard cock, leaving her totally naked. Jess felt unbelievably vulnerable. All her armor had been stripped away. Was that what it was, her punk aesthetic? Armor? It certainly felt like it now. She was defenseless, and to her surprise it felt good. She didn’t need to be on her guard. She could just let the bimbo haze take her.

Jessie—when had she started thinking of herself as Jessie?—let Crystal slip the dress on over her head. Crystal smoothed it over her form, making sure it looked nice, and took the opportunity to feel Jessie’s small but pert boobs as she did so. Jessie outright moaned at the contact. She was so sensitive, and the fabric of the dress was very thing. She realized her nipples were hard, poking through the cloth to show her arousal. That was nothing, though, compared to the obscene tent formed by her cock, which the short dress only barely covered. Crystal purred at the sight.

“You look so pretty! And so slutty. Just like a bimbo should. blonde hair, pink dress… we’re like sisters!” Crystal giggled. Her hands were all over Jessie, groped her ass, teasing her cock. “You look so feminine. You’re such a girly girl! That idea made Jessie tingle, even though she couldn’t see herself. “Like, no-one is gonna take you seriously anymore! You like the kind of silly, slutty girl who spends all day thinking about makeup and dicks.” Jessie felt a fierce heat hit her cheeks as she imagined the way people would look at her. She’d be dismissed, ridiculed. She imagined the girls calling her a shameless slut and the boys calling her an airheaded bimbo. She shouldn’t have hated the idea, but she didn’t. Far from it. It made her incredibly aroused. “And that’s, like, exactly what you are! You’re just like me now. How do you feel?”

“I…” Words were hard. “I’m… like… I don’t…” Unable to put it into words, Jessie just giggled.

“Well you sure sound the part,” Crystal giggled. “Oh, one more thing!”

Crystal produced a tube of bright red lipstick that looked to be the same shade she was wearing. She raised it to Jessie’s lips and, far too lost in a pink haze to do anything but comply, Jessie parted her lips to allow Crystal to apply it. Once that was done, Crystal stepped back and held up the mirror again. This time, as Jessie looked at her reflection, she couldn’t even believe it was her. She felt like she was looking at a stranger. She actually had to make a few visible hand movements to make her brain really accept it. She looked so… girly. The punk was gone, and in her place was a girl who looked no less pink and hyper-feminine than Crystal herself. Jessie shifted through a series of poses, admiring the way the pink dress clung to her slight but undeniably girlish form, and she turned her head side to side to admire her new hairstyle and the deliciously bold crimson of her lips. The more she looked at herself, the more she felt a giddy smile spread across her face, matching by the sense of bubbly, blissful euphoria blossoming in her mind. She’d never imagined she could look so effortlessly feminine. Seeing herself like that brought all kinds of complicated feelings to her mind, but thanks to the effect of Crystal’s bimbo drug, she remained soothed and calm. Eventually, her growing happiness spilled over and she started giggling manically at the sight of herself.

“What do you think?” Crystal asked.

“I’m, like, so pretty,” Jessie whispered, awed, and giggled again at how air-headed she sounded.

“Silly question,” Crystal tittered. “You’re a bimbo now. You don’t think about anything.”

“No…” Jessie blushed a fierce crimson, and looked down, still giggling to herself. She couldn’t deny it, and she didn’t feel any need to. She just felt so happy and silly and giggly and… stupid. It was good. It was so good. She couldn’t think of the reason she’d been so afraid of becoming a bimbo. In fact, she could hardy think at all. Her thoughts were dull and slow, so much so that whenever she tried to bring any complex idea into focus, it was so hard and tiring that she just gave up and let the thoughts dissolve into nothingness, popping like pretty pink bubbles in her head. The feeling of it happening was an intense head-rush, making her dizzy and intoxicated. It was better than good; it was amazing. Why had she ever cared about being smart? Being smart was just so boring. She’d spent so long with her head wrapped up in all the anxieties and worries of her life, and now she simply didn’t have to think about those things. Jessie giggled. She couldn’t think about them even if she wanted to. She felt free.

“You’re such a dumb little bimbo now,” Crystal teased, in a sing-song voice that made Jessie quiver. “Poor little Jessie… all those brains, all that attitude… all gone now.”

Jessie squirmed. She felt embarrassed and humiliated beyond words, but there was something free and safe and playful about it that made her feel safe. Not only safe. Her body was full of heat, and the urge to touch herself was so overwhelming she was shifting on the spot, rubbing her thighs together for the stimulation it provided her desperate cock.

“Say it for me,” Crystal commanded.

As Crystal spoke, the desire to obey filled Jessie’s shattered, overwhelmed mind. She felt like an eager puppy, desperate to do as her owner commanded, however shameful she found it. “I’m… um… like… a bimbo.”

“A stupid,” Crystal said slowly and deliberately, emphasizing every word, “slutty, girly, brainless bimbo.”

“Yes!” Jessie moaned. She collapsed to her knees as each degrading word hammered itself into her head, making her weak and horny. “I’m, like, so slutty, and so pink and stupid.” It felt so good to finally embrace it. It was like she’d been fighting her whole life, and now, thanks to Crystal she could just sink into this depraved, relaxing haze and be nothing more than a bimbo.

“See?” Crystal giggled. “Didn’t I tell you you’d make a good bimbo? Like, Crystal knows best!”

“Crystal, um, knows best,” Jessie repeated dumbly, feeling that idea imprint itself on her.

“Mhm! I know I’m, like, really dumb, but you’re even stupider now!” Jessie just nodded, cheeks burning. “A bimbo needs to be taken care of, yknow? So you can, like, come stay with me!”

Jessie blinked, momentarily dumbfounded. “R-really?”

“I, like, always take care of my cute little bimbo pets,” Crystal said with a wink. “Besides… we’re going to have, like, so much fun together!”

Crystal lifted the hem of her dress, revealing that underneath she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her cock was jutting out, rock-solid and dripping with precum. It was at exactly the height of Jessie’s head. Jessie’s eyes went wide and the sight, and she felt herself start to salivate. Her body was on fire and her head was full of pink, and all kinds of desires were rising within her. She knew she didn’t need to fight them. She wanted to be Crystal’s plaything. Her pet. Her bimbo. And as Crystal guided Jessie’s willing mouth onto the end of her cock, Jessie realized she never wanted to be anything else ever again.