Anything for the Job 2 | free bimbofication story

Chapter One

“Mitchell,” my friend shouted from outside my garage. It was Josh and from the sound of it, he had good news. And to be honest, I needed a break. I’d been working for four hours straight.

I pushed the button for the garage door. The light from outside was overly bright compared to the darkness I had been working in before. But the light revealed the huge workbench covered in computer and electrical parts. Josh was so excited he couldn’t even wait for the door to fully raise. He practically crawled under it as it slowly slid up toward the ceiling.

“Good news?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“We got the booth,” he said, his voicing brimming with excitement.

“You do know you could have texted me, or even called, rather than come all the way over here,” I said, unable to stop from smiling. The fact was, this news was big. After spending three years developing the hardware, working out of my garage, we finally had a place to showcase all of our hard work. It wasn’t everyday that two guys working out of a garage with no financial backing brought a product to market. We still had a ways to go before we really made it. But if everything went to plan, we would be able to start taking orders. And that was a huge step in the right direction.

“I just had to see that smile on your face,” Josh said, almost laughing. “But this is great. We finally made it.”

“There’s still a lot of work to do before then,” I said. “Can you handle getting all the graphics and swag ready for our booth? We only have a week.”

“I’ve got everything covered,” Josh said confidently. “You just make sure we have that demonstrator model ready to go. No one will buy if they can’t see how great this thing is.”

“It’s almost done now,” I said as I picked up our latest prototype. Sure, there were already virtual reality headsets available, but Josh and I thought we could do better. And not to toot our own horn, but I thought we had succeeded. Of course, just because we had a better product didn’t mean we would make money. We were still on fragile footing money-wise.

“All right man, you keep working and I’ll get started on putting together everything we’ll need for a kick-ass demo booth. Damn, I’ll need to find us a booth babe too. That’s gonna be tricky.”

I would have said something, but Josh was already walking away. His earlier joy had been replaced by the anxiety of getting everything ready for the electronics fair we had been accepted into. With only a week to go, we didn’t have a lot of time to get ready.

Over the next several days, I didn’t actually see Josh. We were both busy with our respective parts of the project. I was in hardware and Josh worked the software end. Since he had already worked out the connection to existing software architecture, he had turned his focus toward branding. To be honest, I was a little worried about what Josh was up to. Neither of us had any real business training. But I kept getting reassuring text messages telling me everything was going great and that I would be impressed with our booth at the fair.

What I didn’t tell Josh was that I had hit a snag on the prototype. I could fix it, but I would probably be putting the finishing touches on it the morning the fair opened. I knew we could always use the old prototype I had built, but it had no polish to it. It would be harder to convince people to order the device that way, and that was our next step.

Over the next few days, Josh and I didn’t see much of each other. When I wasn’t slaving away at my corporate job I hated, I was huddled in my garage, continuing to work on the prototype for the fair. Josh assured me through text messages that he was making great strides in getting everything else ready for our booth. He even promised me that he had a booth babe lined up for us.

The idea of a booth babe definitely intrigued me. From my own experience attending these types of fairs, the booths with an attractive woman out front always got more attention. If Josh had really landed someone to help us out, he deserved more credit than I usually gave him. Neither of us had ever been particularly successful with women, but Josh had a bit of a natural salesman to him. I could only hope he hadn’t promised this woman any money, because we didn’t have any extra to spare.

I ended up taking Friday off from work. Between making a last couple tweaks to the prototype and the need to get ready for the fair that night, I needed the time. It was worth using a sick day. The fair opened at 6:30, but Josh and I agreed to get there two hours early to set up.

“Everything good?” Josh asked me as soon as I arrived. He had just started unpacking a box full of signs and swag.

“I’ve got it right here,” I answered, holding out my own box with the prototype inside. “I ran one last set of checks on it this morning. It’s good to go. I brought this in before I go get the rest of the gear.”

“Hurry it up then,” Josh said with a chuckle.

“So who’s this booth babe you arranged to come?” I asked as I started unpacking the prototype.

“Um, she’s not here yet,” Josh answered. “She’s great though. You’ll love her. But we need the rest of the gear first.”

“I’m going, I’m going,” I said as I went back to my car to get the rest of the gear. It wouldn’t do to just have the virtual reality headset there. We needed a way to showcase it. That meant having a computer and monitor to show everyone else what the tester was seeing.

With half an hour to spare, we had everything set up. And I must say, Josh had outdone himself with our signage and swag. Our booth looked not only professional, but attractive too. Even without a booth babe, we were sure to draw people in to look at and even test our prototype. With any luck, my time at my corporate job was limited. If everything went to plan, I would be building virtual reality headsets instead, something that I much preferred.

“So where is she?” I asked once everything was ready. “I need time to teach her the specs on this thing.”

“Um, yeah, about that,” Josh said. “Look, I really tried to find someone, Mitchell. But I came up with something better.”

“I’m not following,” I said as Josh pulled something out of his pocket and dropped it on the table. It looked like a package of pills.

“You ever heard of Bimbacic before?”

The blank stare I gave my friend and business partner told him all he needed to know. I had no idea what he was talking about. Did he plan to force one of these pills on a girl and then somehow convince her to be a booth babe for us? Not only did that sound crazy, there was no way I would ever force anyone to do something like that. I wasn’t a saint, but I still had limits and that was way past them.

“Okay, fine. Look, I hate to spring this on you at the last minute, but I need you to be our booth babe. The fact is, you know this stuff better than we could teach someone on short notice. I can handle the sales stuff, but we need a pretty face who actually knows about this thing. These pills, they’re Bimbacic. They temporarily turn a guy into a woman.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I scoffed. “That’s not possible.”

“It’s true, Mitchell. And we need you. We need this if this is going to work. I’ve got it all worked out. I even have clothes for you to change into.”

“No way,” I said, backing away. “This is crazy.”

Josh looked down the row of booths. “You see that booth down there. They’ve got something similar. And guess what. They have a booth babe. If we’re going to compete, we need one too. I’d do it, but we both know I’m the better salesman. You’re the tech guy. Tonight, you need to be the tech girl. Can you do that?”

“I can’t believe you’re asking me to do this,” I said.

“Look, I can’t make you do this, Mitchell, but tonight is make or break for us. If we don’t get a good start tonight, we might as well pack up and go home. In fact, we might as well just kiss all our hard work good-bye, because it will mean exactly nothing.”

Those were harsh words, but I knew Josh was right. This was our best chance of success. If we failed this weekend, it would be years before we got up enough cash for another go, and by then, the headset would be obsolete. Our future depended on this weekend, and most importantly, tonight. Our success the rest of the weekend was dependent on the buzz we could generate tonight.

“Okay, let’s say I agree to take this, Bimbacic, or whatever,” I finally said. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Smile and look pretty. If someone asks you about the specs, you can answer them. Just don’t geek out on anyone. You can do that, right?”

To be honest, what Josh was suggesting actually sounded kind of fun. I had spent my life lusting after women I had no chance with. I always wondered what it was like from the other side. This was a chance for me to find out.

“Give me the clothes,” I said as I snatched the package of pills off the table. “How many of these do I need to take?”

“One should do it for tonight,” Josh answered. “At least that’s my understanding. One pill equals a couple hours.”

“I’ll be back in a bit then, I guess,” I said before I set off in search of a place to transform. Josh had handed me a small bag with clothes and shoes. I had no desire to look at what he wanted me to wear. I was sure it was revealing and I didn’t want to lose my nerve. Not when so much was riding on the next few hours.

It took a a few minutes to locate a suitable location. The men’s restroom didn’t seem like the best place. Assuming the Bimbacic worked, I wasn’t thrilled about trying to sneak out without anyone seeing me. And the women’s restroom was out of the question. I needed a better option.

I walked a large circle around the fair, looking for anything better than a bathroom. I didn’t know what would happen to me once I swallowed a pill, so the idea of being in a potentially dirty bathroom wasn’t appealing. Eventually I found my way toward a clothing retailer, selling video game clothes.

“Hey, do you have a changing room?” I asked the clerk.

The man looked up at me, giving me a once over to see if he was worth his time. I guess he decided I wasn’t, because he just nodded toward the a curtain along the wall. I took that to mean I had his permission to use the makeshift changing rooms.

I wasn’t expecting much, so when I finally pulled the curtain closed behind me, I was surprised to find a small stool to sit on and a mirror hanging on one side. This was better than any other place I could have done this.

I sat down and made myself comfortable, not knowing what would happen to me once I swallowed the pill. I loosened my clothes, but I did not take them off yet. I still wasn’t sure the Bimbacic worked and I didn’t want to get caught in a compromising position if the clerk came in to check on me.

“Here goes nothing,” I said as I tossed one of the little pink Bimbacic pills into my mouth, swallowing it dry. That was always a trick I had been able to do.

Then I waited. Knowing nothing about Bimbacic, I had no idea how long it would take before it started working. I didn’t even know how long the transformation process was supposed to take, assuming it took place at all.

I pulled out my phone to pass the time. I texted Josh to tell him where I was and that I had taken the pill. He texted me right back wishing me luck. I hoped I wouldn’t need it. I was just about to pull up a game I sometimes played, when I noticed I was having trouble focusing on the screen. My vision was getting blurry.

I quickly slid my phone back into my pocket so I wouldn’t lose it and then braced myself on the stool, not knowing what would happen next. I could sense that my vision was fading. Just before everything started going dark, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I could swear my hair was growing.

I must have passed out. I woke up sometime later, feeling disoriented. It took me a moment to remember where I was and what I was doing. At some point I had slid off the stool, leaving me sitting on the concrete floor. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. It didn’t help as much as I would have liked.

But then I caught sight of myself in the mirror. It took me a moment to realize what had happened. The woman I saw in the mirror was me. She was wearing the same clothes I had been wearing earlier. I shook my head again. She shook her head as well, this time with her hair, my hair, falling into my face, blocking my view.

“I’m a blonde,” I said, almost shocked. I wasn’t some platinum blonde bimbo, but I was blonde and surprisingly attractive, considering I was wearing no makeup and my clothes didn’t fit in the slightest.

I slowly pushed myself to my feet so that I could better assess my condition. First off, I could tell I wasn’t as tall anymore. I couldn’t be exactly sure, but I had definitely dropped a few inches. My hair had grown to surprising lengths as well, reaching down below my shoulder blades. I had no idea what I was going to do with it.

But those things were only the beginning. My face had narrowed and my skin cleared. The only part of my face that looked familiar were my eyes. The Bimbacic had changed the rest.

Of course, no gender transformation wouldn’t be complete without checking on the two things that tended to differentiate men and women. I started with my breasts. There was no doubt I had them now. I could feel their mass on my chest as I got up. I wouldn’t classify myself as big, but I wasn’t small either. I could only hope Josh hadn’t gone overboard with the clothes he had picked out for me.

That left one other part of my anatomy to check. I could feel the difference in my crotch, but I needed to see it to confirm that I was complete female. I let my loose pants and boxers slide down my legs. Sure enough, in place of the cock I once sported, I now had a pussy. I had expected to feel some longing over my now missing anatomy, but I couldn’t find it in me to worry. For the next few hours, I was a woman. Everything about my body was now feminine. Hopefully that would mean I would do a good job as a booth babe.

My phone dinged, indicating I had a message. I dug my phone out of my pocket. “Are you okay?” I read. It was from Josh. “Everything’s good,” I texted back. “Will be there shortly.”

I glanced at the time. The fair was about to begin. I needed to get changed and get out there. My job was to look pretty and smile, I reminded myself.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said as soon as I pulled my outfit from the bag. It was tight and skimpy. There was a pair of heels in the bottom of the bag. I had no idea how Josh had picked this stuff out, let alone decided on a size. Not that I had a choice to wear something else.

The pink tank top was simple enough. Thankfully it gave me some support since I didn’t have a bra to wear. It was tight and low cut and apparently cropped. No matter what I did, it showed off my belly-button. Luckily I had a flat stomach. The top wouldn’t work well if I had kept my beer belly I picked up in college. Right across the front, right over my breasts, was the logo Josh had made.

The black skirt wasn’t much better. It was short and tight. I didn’t have any underwear to wear beneath it, but anything I wore would show through. I was already trying to school myself on how to bend over, or more accurately, not to bend over at all. I doubted I would be able to preserve my modesty if I did. It had been unclear how to wear the skirt until I discovered Josh had our company name, “JM Systems,” printed across the ass.

“Well, I guess everyone will know who we are,” I joked to myself, knowing that these clothes were designed to bring attention to my breasts and ass.

Next came the shoes. I sat down before I slid my feet inside the high heels Josh had selected. Surprisingly, they fit my feet perfectly. They were also a perfect match to my pink top. I didn’t know how Josh knew what to get, because it all fit.

I gently pushed myself up, standing for the first time. At first I tried fighting the heels as I attempted to find my balance, but I eventually just let the shoes guide me. Standing there, I found myself naturally sticking out my chest and ass.

Next came walking. First I carefully gathered up my male clothes and placed them back in the bag. Then I took a moment to try and style my hair with my fingers. I was hoping I might be able to find a hair tie, or at least bum one off someone, because there was no way I could see myself spending all night attracting people to the JM Systems booth with my hair looking like a mess.

Once I felt I looked as good as I could do myself, I set off back toward our booth. Walking in the heels wasn’t easy. I was cursing Josh for getting them. I nearly fell three times on my way back. Twice I was able to catch myself, but the last time I practically fell into a guy. He caught me, but I apologized profusely for my error. His eyes never left my chest. Surprisingly, that didn’t bother me.

“Well look at you,” Josh said when I returned. For a moment I wondered how he knew it was me, but then I remembered I was wearing clothes he picked out and had printed.

“I really hate you right now,” I said as I stowed the bag under the table.

“You know we need this and you look great,” Josh said with a smile. For some reason, I couldn’t help but return it.

“Hey, do you have a rubber band?” I asked, remembering my hair. I would have preferred a hair tie, but there weren’t any women working the booths nearby, just the one down the aisle, and I wasn’t real keen on talking to the competition.

“Sure,” Josh said as he dug one out of a box. He looked quizzically at me as he handed it to me, but his question was soon answered when I started putting my hair up. I had no idea if I was doing it right. I just did what I had seen so many women do before.

“How does that look?” I asked, turning my head from side to side for Josh to see.

“Looks good. Better than I could do.”

Somehow his comment made me smile. I was a better woman than he would be. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

“And here we go,” Josh said.

I looked up to see the event staff opening the main doors. Evidently a line had formed outside. A stream of people came flooding in and began to disperse around the event hall. I swallowed hard, hoping I could do this.

“Hey, what should we call me?” I asked, realizing Mitchell didn’t really fit me at the moment.

“How about Minnie?” Josh said. I couldn’t help but think he came up with that answer far too fast, like he had decided on it earlier.

I gave a face, showing my dislike.

“What?” Josh asked in mock surprise. “It’s close to your real name, so it’ll be easy to remember and it’s not like anyone is expecting you to be brilliant. The fact that you are is just icing on the cake.”

“Fine, I’ll be Minnie,” I said, not wanting to fight him on it. The truth was, I wasn’t going to come up with anything better.

The one thing I couldn’t get past was how I felt like I was standing on a perch. I wasn’t confident in walking, so I mostly kept my feet planted in one spot. Josh took his place behind the table near the prototype. I stood out in front of the table away from the prototype. That way I could pass out swag and talk to people without getting in the way of Josh making sales.

Time seemed to fly by. To my surprise, I was actually enjoying myself. Guys approached our booth like moths to a flame. Josh and I actually worked out a system. I would get people talking and then he would start the sales pitch. I quickly lost track of how many orders we took.

Three hours after the doors opened to the fair, they closed again. Feeling dead on my feet, I collapsed onto a chair, not caring if I accidentally flashed anyone. All that time spent in high heels was killing me. I didn’t understand how women did it.

“That was amazing,” Josh commented. He was leafing through the list of people who placed orders.

“How many?” I asked, barely able to look up, my chin rest on my chest, my eyes blankly staring at my cleavage. In my current state, they were mesmerizing. How did women not just stare at themselves all the time?

“Remember the goal we had for the whole weekend to ensure future profitability? We almost hit it just tonight.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Not a chance. Of course, if we want to make the most of this weekend, you do know what you’re going to need to do tomorrow?”

Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I had known what Josh just said was a possibility. It wasn’t just enough that I do this for the night. The fair ran through Sunday. I would need to spend all weekend as Minnie.

“Do I have to wear the heels all weekend?” I asked, already resigned to my fate. I really couldn’t imagine spending another hour in them, let alone two days.

“They’re part of the uniform,” Josh insisted. “You’re just not used to them yet, but you’ll get there.”

I was too tired to argue. At the very least, Josh was kind enough to clean up our booth. I continued to sit there, staring at my breasts.

“Hey, when is this stuff supposed to wear off?” I asked, realizing I still had to drive home.

“I don’t know for sure, but I assume it’s soon,” Josh answered as he packed the prototype away. The event space was supposed to be secure, but neither of us trusted the people working the other booths. I had seen “October Sky” too many times to trust anyone other than Josh with the prototype. “You should probably find someplace to wait out the change. I don’t want you making a scene.”

I didn’t either. “Good idea,” I said as I pushed myself up off the chair with great reluctance and grabbed the bag with my male clothes. “I’ll be back in a bit. Don’t leave without me.”

Josh nodded his agreement as I walked off toward the changing rooms I had used before. This time however, when I arrived, the clerk was no where to be found. I hated the idea of using their space without permission, but I didn’t see another option.

I covertly as possible slipped into one of the changing rooms, pulling the curtain closed behind me. Not that the clicking of my heels on the concrete floor was particularly covert, but I tried my best to be quiet. I was pretty sure the transformation process was already starting. My vision was getting hazy. I needed to get out of my clothes as soon as possible.

Within moments I had stripped off the tank top and skirt and removed the heels. Not wanting to be entirely naked, I grabbed my boxers out of the bag and pulled them on. They didn’t fit right, but I wasn’t in a position to complain. They would fit much better soon.

I sat down on the ground as my vision started to fade. I hoped I knew what was coming next. However, just before I lost consciousness, I pondered the fact my feet did not feel nearly as good as I thought they would after removing the shoes.

Chapter Two

It took me a moment to remember where I was when I woke up. I didn’t make it a habit of passing out in strange places, wearing only my underwear. The high heels laying on the floor next to me were what reminded me of what had just happened. I had just spent the last several hours as a woman. And to be honest, I had liked it.

Still feeling a little dazed, I dressed as fast as I could. After spending the last several hours in the revealing tank top and short skirt, I couldn’t help but feel a little over dressed. At least I could walk naturally. And my feet weren’t bothering me anymore either.

“Welcome back, Mitchell,” Josh teased when I returned to our booth. He had finished packing up and was sitting there waiting for me.

“How was I out?” I asked, still feeling a little groggy.

“Not too long. We’ll be some of the last to leave, though. Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Do you mind holding on to the prototype tonight? This whole thing is pretty surreal and I don’t want to be in charge of anything like that at the moment.”

“No problem,” Josh answered with a smile. “You’re good for tomorrow, right?”

“Um, I think so,” I said hesitantly. I wasn’t sure I could do another day as Minnie. I had a lot to think about. But I didn’t want to let Josh down. Our success depended on me.

I drove home as fast as I could. I could feel myself fading fast and the sooner I was off the road and in my bed, the better. I barely bothered to change out of my clothes before I climbed under the covers. And within seconds of my head hitting the pillow, I was fast asleep.

I woke up the next morning to my phone ringing. I tried to ignore it. No matter what time it was, it was too early. Not to mention it felt like someone had run a bulldozer through my skull.

“What time is it?” I asked no one in particular when I finally determined I wasn’t going to just get to roll over and fall back asleep.

I sat up gingerly, trying to avoid sudden movements that would make my head feel even worse. Grabbing my phone off the night stand I saw a flood of messages from Josh.

“Am I late?” I wondered out loud as I tried to figure out why he might be panicked. I checked the time. It was still early. The fair didn’t open until noon.

I called Josh. I couldn’t make any sense of the string of texts he’d sent me. Whatever he was trying to tell me, I needed to hear it from his mouth.

“Mitchell,” Josh said, sounding worried. “Did you get my messages?”

“They were all over the place,” I answered. Neither of us were ever much for the usual pleasantries, at least with each other. “So what’s up?”

“I booked you a salon appointment for this morning. I need you to go as Minnie to get ready for the fair. You were great last night, but I know you can be a lot better.”

I sat there, still in bed, with the phone to my ear, almost speechless. There was a part of me that liked the compliment. I had done well. The fact Josh thought I could do better made me feel even better. And that part of me liked the idea of a trip to the salon. I’d have a whole new look. And yet, I knew that wasn’t me. I was Mitchell, not Minnie.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that Josh was now only interested in me as Minnie. He didn’t need Mitchell. I had developed the prototype. He didn’t need my skills until it came time to fulfilling the orders. Calm down. Josh still needs you. He’s just thinking about what’s best for the fair.

“Can you do that for me?” Josh asked with a trace of worry in his voice. I realized I hadn’t said anything.

“Just send me the details. I can be there.”

“Will do. I just know you’re going to be great today.”

“Thanks,” I said, unable to prevent myself from blushing. I could feel the heat in my face.

“Oh, and Mitchell…”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been doing some checking on the Bimbacic. Taking more than one will extend the time you’re a woman. You should probably take three, just in case. We don’t want you turning back into a man in the middle of the fair.”

“Yeah, I can do that,” I answered.

“Great, I’ll see you later,” Josh said before he hang up.

I looked down at my phone, confused. What had just happened? A moment later my phone dinged with another text. It listed the time and place for my salon appointment. Apparently I wasn’t being asked to decide on a style either. Josh had picked everything out for me.

I checked the time, wondering how long I had. “Shit,” I called out. “I’ve got less than an hour.”

I jumped up and ran into my bathroom to start the shower. I didn’t have a lot of time to get all this done. And I still needed to take the Bimbacic. But that needed to wait until I had gotten myself cleaned up and get started with my day.

I had just finished eating a small breakfast when I found myself sitting at my kitchen table, staring at the package of Bimbacic. I didn’t have time to delay, but I could help but feel like me swallowing those little pink pills would somehow do more than just temporarily turn me into a women. I trusted Josh, but I hadn’t done any research on Bimbacic. Were there side effects? Were overdoses possible? Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to check.

I picked up the package and popped three of the bubbles containing pills. They dropped onto the table. It was hard to believe such a small thing could have such a large effect. But I couldn’t think about that now. I needed to start the transformation or I would be late for my salon appointment. I swallowed the three pink pills, washing them down with a glass of water.

I went back to my bedroom and stripped out of my clothes. Laying back on my bed, I closed my eyes and waited for the transformation to take place. I tried to ignore the feeling that I had just made a big mistake. It was too late for regrets.

At some point I must have passed out, because I found myself waking up with a familiar feeling. The wait on my chest was the first thing I noticed. I looked down to see my breasts, but they looked different than they had last night. They were bigger.

“These aren’t breasts,” I said out loud, barely noticing my higher voice. “These are tits.” I let the word tits roll around in my head. It felt good. It felt right. I definitely had tits now.

My phone dinged with a text. “Get your ass to the salon,” I read out loud. I giggled, remembering that I needed to get to my appointment. “Thanks,” I texted back.

I quickly pulled on the tank top and skirt I had worn last night. As I slid my feet into the heels, I let out a sigh of contentment. They felt more comfortable than standing barefoot. But I didn’t have time to think much about it.

As I made my way out to my car, I couldn’t help but feel awkward about wearing the same clothes two days in a row. I had to remind myself I didn’t have much choice in the matter. I was wearing the only women’s clothes I had.

The drive to the salon was uneventful. It was still relatively early on a Saturday morning. Only the soccer families were out and about, taking their kids to their games. If it had been a weekday, I would have been late to my appointment, but with little traffic to slow me down, I found myself walking through the front door just in time.

“Hi, are you Minnie?” the receptionist asked as I approached the counter. I couldn’t help but notice how she looked me up and down, her eyes spending most of the time on my exposed cleavage. Like last night, I couldn’t find it in me to be mad, or even annoyed. In fact, I liked it.

“Um,” I stumbled as it took me a moment to remember I was Minnie now, not Mitchell. “That’s me.”

“Great. My name’s Katie. Becca will be your stylist today. If you just take a seat for a moment, she’ll be out for you shortly.”

“Thanks,” I said with a smile.

I took a seat in the waiting area. The side table was covered in fashion magazines. I absentmindedly picked one up and started leafing through it.

I was lost in thought, admiring one of the models in the magazine I was holding when I was interrupted. “Minnie?”

I looked up.

“I’m Becca. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I said as I pushed myself to my feet, dropping the magazine back on the table.

“Great. If you’ll just follow me, we can get started. Josh explained everything to me. That’s okay with you, right?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Josh and I are working at the electronics fair today. I guess he thought I could use a new look.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

Becca led me to a booth with a salon chair. While I didn’t know what was planned for me, I decided it was best not to worry about it. I closed my eyes and let Becca get to work.

I must have fallen asleep, because about an hour later, Becca was shaking me awake. “What do you think?” she asked when I opened my eyes. I was positioned in front of a mirror. I almost didn’t recognize the woman in the reflection. Becca had done amazing work. I was hot.

My blonde hair cascaded down past my shoulders in waves. My face was heavily made up using subtle tones. I looked like a doll. “Wow,” I said, my mouth hanging open in shock. The only feature I recognized was my eyes. No matter the power of the Bimbacic and the skills of Becca, nothing could change my eyes. They were still the same color I had always known.

“I’m glad you like it,” Becca said. “And I hope the fair goes well for you.”

“Thank you,” I said with sincerity.

“Next time I can show you how to do some of this yourself if you want.”

“That would be great.”

I said my goodbyes to Becca before walking back to the reception area. I checked out with Katie, surprised to find Josh had already paid for me. I couldn’t help but smile. It was nice being taken care of like that.

Thirty minutes later, I was walking confidently toward the JM Systems booth, my tits bouncing, unrestrained in the thin tank top. It was a new sensation, but not an unwelcome one. All eyes were one me and I loved it. Men were openly staring, women were casting disapproving glances. I could feel a wetness develop between my legs. Was I getting horny? I didn’t have time to think about that, however, as I had a job to do.

“Hey, Josh,” I said when I arrived at our booth. He was in the middle of setting up the prototype and connecting it to the computer and monitor. Facing away from me, he couldn’t see me approach.

Josh glanced over his shoulder and then had to do a double take. I couldn’t help but giggle at his response. Even though he’d been the one to choose my new look and pay for it, he didn’t exactly recognize me. I thought that was a little funny.

“Minnie,” Josh said, finally turning toward me. “You’re looking great.”

“All thanks to you,” I said.

“Still, that salon did great work. You’re gorgeous.”

“Thanks,” I said, blushing. Despite the fact I was wearing very little clothing, I was hot. I felt like my whole body was radiating heat. Only it wasn’t happening fast enough. With every passing moment I was getting hotter and hotter.

I couldn’t help but wonder if this was what female arousal was like. I had never felt this way before and I wasn’t even sure if I was using the write words to describe it. I was aware that men and women experience arousal differently, but I had no idea what to expect. As a woman, it was much more whole body than anything I had felt as a man.

“So are you ready for another day of selling?” Josh asked.

“I guess so,” I answered. “But what happens if I start to change back?”

“Just take another Bimbacic. But I don’t think that will happen. You took three already, right?”

I nodded.

“Then you shouldn’t have anything to worry about. You don’t think I’d ask you to do this if I didn’t do some research on it? You have to remember who I work for.”

“Sorry,” I said. “It’s been a weird morning.” I was still feeling a little off from last night, my mind not operating on all cylinders. Josh did programming work for a pharmaceutical company in his day job. It was both our goals to quit our day jobs if our virtual reality headset took off.

“That’s okay. We just have to trust each other. We’re both in this together.”

“You’re right,” I said, thankful that Josh was such a good friend.

Our conversation was interrupted by din of hundreds of voices. It was noon and the fair was opening. People were streaming in through the doors and spreading out through the fair. I gave my tits a push, increasing the amount of cleavage I was showing and put on a big smile, looking forward to the attention I was about to receive.

The day flew by with a rush of talking and flirting. The latter just came naturally. Maybe it was because I was horny, but I just let my body do what it wanted. I giggled at bad jokes, I cooed over guys who wanted to place an order. It was fun. And from what I could tell, we were taking even more orders than before. Everyone loved us.

By the end of the day, instead of being exhausted, I was brimming with energy. I fed off the crowds, my body overflowing with sexual energy. I had never experienced anything like it before. It was like a high I never wanted to end.

“You want to grab some dinner?” Josh asked as I helped him clean up.

“I’m starving,” I answered, noticing for the first time how hungry I was. We had both worked through the dinner hour. With just the two of us and the popularity of our booth, neither of us had time to take a break and eat.

“We can take my car,” Josh offered.

“Let’s do it,” I said with excitement. I really wasn’t sure what I was thinking, but spending some alone time with Josh seemed like a really good idea right then.

I helped Josh carry the equipment to his car. Once it was all stowed away in his trunk, he came around to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for me.

“Thank you,” I said as I carefully sat down, trying hard not to flash the entire parking lot. I was very aware I wasn’t wearing any panties at that moment.

Once I was safely inside, Josh closed the door and got in on the driver’s side. As I fastened my seatbelt, I was reminded how it was not built for women. No matter where I put it, the belt kept cutting into my tits. Why couldn’t they make these more comfortable? Eventually I just gave up.

I didn’t ask Josh where we were going for dinner. Based on the time and how I was dressed, it couldn’t be too fancy. Then again, neither of us could afford much. We had been sinking all of our spare cash into the prototype and the cost of the booth. All that mattered was that Josh knew where we were going.

We eventually pulled into the parking lot of an all night breakfast diner. A stack of pancakes sounded absolutely delicious all of a sudden. That and a warm drink, preferably with some alcohol in it. I needed to relax after a long day.

Inside the diner, all eyes were on me again. It had become a natural feeling. I would have been concerned if they were not on me. But the other diner’s eyes were unimportant to me. In that moment, only Josh was important. He was the only man I trusted.

Rationally, I wasn’t interested in sex. The idea with being with another man still bothered me. But that was if I actually thought about it. There was a disconnect between my body and my brain. My body wanted sex. It was begging me with every cell and nerve fiber.

I was torn. Sitting across from Josh, I couldn’t help but find him attractive, in a geeky kind of way. The fact I trusted him made my attraction to him all the stronger. But could I fuck him? He was my best friend. Could I risk our friendship just because my female body was horny?

Dinner was a stack of chocolate chip pancakes paired with a bottomless mimosa. The mimosa hadn’t been the plan, but I found I couldn’t resist the idea of it. With all the oddities of being a woman, I needed all the help I could get in relaxing. I really didn’t want to think about it. And the alcohol helped with that.

“You’re a good friend,” I slurred before I took another sip from my mimosa. I’d lost track of how much I’d had. But it was hard to worry about that. It was hard to worry about anything. I was still horny as hell, but that actually felt good. I was hot and sexy and I desperately wanted to satisfy the tingle I felt between my legs.

Josh shrugged his shoulders and gave me a smile that made me want to melt. There was something about him that I couldn’t get out of my system. It was something I had never felt as a man, but as a woman, I could not deny I was incredibly to the him.

“Excuse me,” I said as I gingerly rose to my feet. I was drunker than I thought, because my balance was completely off. “I need to pee.” I couldn’t think of a better way of saying it. And while I did need to pee, I had decided there was something else far more important to take care of. If I was going to survive the rest of the night, I needed release. I needed to cum.

I staggered off toward the restrooms at the back of the diner. Despite my trouble balancing, I could swear it was easier to walk in my high heels. Whether that was from increased experience, an adaptation I had made, or my inebriation, I didn’t know. I didn’t really care either. All I knew was my more fluid stride resulted in a greater sway to my hips, giving everyone in the diner a fantastic view of my ass.

When I reached the hallway with the restrooms, I stopped short, nearly walking into the men’s room out of habit. In my drunkenness, it took me a moment to double check which door to open. I was nearly seeing double. The fact it now took less alcohol to get me drunk had not previously registered with me.

I stumbled into a stall, bumping against the side wall, just catching myself from falling over. I pulled my skirt up around my waist and sat down heavily. The bathroom stall at an all night diner would not have been my first choice to explore the pleasures of my female body, but I didn’t have any better options. There was no way I could finish my meal, sitting across from Josh, without getting some relief. I felt like I was going insane from my arousal. Given my drunken state, I knew I needed to give in to my urges. Luckily I was still present enough to avoid begging Josh to fuck me.

My right hand slid down my slender body, making a fast trip toward my nether regions. Despite having ample opportunity, I had not yet paid much attention to my pussy. My fingers brushed across my clit, sending waves of pleasure up my spine and into my brain.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered, trying to stay quiet and not draw attention to what I was doing. I didn’t want to get kicked out of the diner before I had a chance to finish and I wasn’t sure how thick the walls were.

After a moment’s pause to let those first waves of pleasure wash over me, I went back to work, slowly parting my pussy lips and for the first time experiencing the indescribable feeling of being penetrating. All the while, I ran my thumb in small slow circles around and over the hard nubbin of my clit. It felt like I had died and gone to heaven. How could women not want to feel this way all the time?

At some point my left hand got in on the action, lifting my tank top up over my tits. My nipples felt hard as diamonds and nearly as sensitive as my clit. My arousal shot through the roof. I needed to cum and I needed to cum fast.

I quickly lost myself in my ministrations, pushing myself further and further toward my much needed climax. It was scary how quickly I had become a slave to my body, but the idea of not cumming was even worse. I needed this. Stopping now would drive me crazy.

My hands started pushing harder and moving faster. I was biting my lip to keep from screaming out, but even that couldn’t hide the little whines I let out with each breath, the gasps as the pleasure only got stronger and more all encompassing of my entire body. Every nerve sang out, demanding an orgasm. There was nothing I could do to stop.

And then it happened. I reached the summit of the mountain of arousal as I came. My vision went white and my legs bucked as I wave after wave of pleasure swarmed over and through me, reaching the tips of my toes and fingers. It was the single best feeling I could remember. But not just that, I finally had found the relief my body had so very much desired.

I sat there for several minutes, enjoying the aftershocks of orgasm that wracked my body. Nothing I had ever done before had felt so good. I could only imagine what actual sex would be like, but I was decidedly less opposed to the idea than I once was.

I took my time, licking my fingers clean of my juices before I fixed my outfit and readied myself to go back out and face Josh. As I strode back across the diner, enjoying all the eyes on me once again, already making me hot again, I couldn’t help but notice, that while I was still drunk, everything about my situation now felt more natural. I could definitely see the attraction of not only being Minnie again, but doing it more often.

Josh smiled at me as I sat down as gracefully as I could. My balance was still off, so my act of sitting was not all that different from falling. Josh’s eyes followed the bouncing of my tits before they slowly settled back down. Only then did he look me in the eye.

“You have fun?” Josh asked with a wink.

“You knew?” I asked in shock. I hadn’t told him, had I?

“It was pretty obvious, what with how long you took in there. But you didn’t answer my question. Did you have fun?”

I picked up my mimosa, which seemed to have been refilled since I was gone, and drained it in one gulp. “Yeah, I had fun. But the night’s not over. There’s still lots of fun to be had.”

I could barely believe what I had just said. The words had just come flowing out of my mouth without a filter. I had all but said I was wanting Josh to fuck me. And the truth was, I did want that, at least to a degree.

The problem was my arousal felt like a water tap filling a bucket. Dumping the water out, which was akin to my earlier climax, didn’t do any good if I didn’t turn the tap off. The problem was, I didn’t know how to do that. I was stuck in an unfamiliar body and I had no idea how things worked. The fact I was drunk didn’t help matters.

If Josh was surprised by my comment, he didn’t show it. In fact, he just sat there smugly, his eyes alternating between my face and my tits.

“Hey, why don’t we get out of here,” I said. “Maybe we could go back to your place?”

Josh smiled. “Yeah, I think that could be arranged.”

The bill was paid in short order and before I knew it, we were back on the road again. I was itching to get someplace more private. The longer I sat there in the car, in such close proximity to Josh, the more I wanted him. There was something about his presence that drove me wild. It was a smell, sweet but musky. It drove my arousal higher and higher.

I kept glancing over at Josh’s crotch. I could see the tent in his pants. He couldn’t completely hide his attraction to me. The heat in my belly was returning. I needed satisfaction. I needed Josh’s cock.

On several occasions I nearly reached over and started unbuckling his pants. I was practically salivating at the thought of wrapping my plush lips around his rigid member. I could imagine the feeling of his hard shaft pressing into the back of my throat. It was primal and the mere thought of it drove me wild.

However, there was another presence in my system fighting for control of my body. The last glass of mimosa that I had gulped down was finally starting to hit me. Mitchell could have handled the alcohol just fine, but as Minnie, it was too much. My eyelids grew heavier and heavier. I found myself tipping over, my head resting against the cold glass of the passenger window. Before I knew it, I had passed out.

Chapter Three

I woke up on a couch. My muscles were stiff from sleeping in an odd position. I sat up to discover that under the single blanket covering me, I was naked. But not only that, I had a cock. I was Mitchell again.

I nearly jumped up with joy, but I held myself back. There were more pressing matters to attend to. First of which was asking the question of where I was, because I was certainly not at home. I looked around the room. There was a big television sitting in one corner with a plethora of video games stacked on either side.

Something was wrong. I understood that I was naked, but that wasn’t it. My mind, it felt slower, like it needed a jump start to begin the day. Usually I woke up mentally ready to go. I had always been a morning person before. Why was I having such a hard time thinking?

Without any luck of figuring out where I was, I tried to think back and remember what happened last night. However, even that was hard. My thoughts felt like they were swimming upstream in a river of molasses.

My memories came back to me slowly. I could remember finishing up at the fair when Josh offered to take me to dinner. It was so late we ate at an all night diner. And I had a bottomless mimosa.

The memories came to me faster now. My time spent in the bathroom. Despite the drunken haze my memories suffered, no such haze existed as I remembered how good my fingers had felt. Even now, just the memory was enough to make me hard. I couldn’t believe how vivid it still felt.

I was tempted to start stroking my cock right there, but I was able to hold off. I didn’t exactly want someone walking in on me. It was bad enough that I was naked, with only the single blanket saving my modesty.

I thought past the episode in the restroom. I remembered being flirty and downing an entire mimosa. After that, however, things got murky. I got in Josh’s car… And that was it. I couldn’t remember anything from that point on.

“Good morning,” came a voice from the doorway. I looked up to see Josh looking at me with a devious grin.

My first thought was that I was safe. My second was that I had to really be struggling not to remember that this was Josh’s apartment. I had been here on many occasions. We had played hours upon hours of video games from the couch where I was sitting.

“What the fuck happened last night?” I asked when I had finally come to terms with my situation. Josh had been so kind as to let me sleep at his place last night. Considering how drunk I was, there was no way I was safe to drive anywhere.

“I think it was a combination of you not remembering Minnie’s alcohol tolerance isn’t the same as yours and your inner party girl coming out. It certainly looked like you were having fun last night.”

“Wait,” I said, my mind working toward the one conclusion that made sense. “We didn’t…” I couldn’t even bring myself to say it. There was no way I could come to terms with the idea that Josh and I had sex last night.

Josh laughed. “No worries, Mitchell,” Josh finally said when his laughter died down. “You passed out in the car. I carried you in and dropped you on the couch. I wasn’t sure when the Bimbacic would wear off, so I got you out of those clothes. I even washed them for you, so you can wear them afresh at the fair today.”

“The fair?” I asked, forgetting that my commitment was to last three days. I still had one more day to spend as Minnie. The question was whether I could handle that. Minnie’s behavior last night was concerning to me. Could I hand my life over to her again, even for just a few short hours? I wasn’t sure she could be trusted.

“Yeah, you remember, we’ve got a booth showing off our prototype and taking orders,” Josh said. “And here I always thought you were the smart one.”

That hurt. If I wasn’t having so much trouble processing what was going on, Josh never would have said that. I always had been the smarter of the two of us. Josh was more personable, while I had the actual technical knowledge. Admittedly, Josh was a pretty good programmer too, but programmers were all over the place these days. I probably could have paid some teenager one hundred dollars to do Josh’s portion of the work. But Josh was my friend and we had come up with this idea together. It would have been wrong to go it alone.

“Yes, I remember,” I grumbled. “I just don’t know if I can keep doing it. I’m afraid of what she might do.”

“She?” Josh asked, his face scrunched up in confusion.

“Minnie,” I answered, almost despondent.

“Really? When you take the Bimbacic it’s not just like you in a woman’s body?”

“I mean, it is, but it isn’t at the same time. Minnie is different than me. She likes having people’s eyes on her. She likes being thought of as a sex object, at least to a certain degree. And I just know that if I take Bimbacic again, I’m going to end up fucking some guy. Given my luck, it will probably be a complete stranger that I get a disease from or something.”

“Look, I had no idea,” Josh said. “And knowing all this, I wouldn’t ask you to do it again if we didn’t need you to. But look at it this way. We’ve already surpassed our orders goal, but I ran the numbers after I put you to bed last night and if we have a solid day today, we’ll both be able to quit our jobs and go full time with this inside of a month. Isn’t that worth it?”

I didn’t like what Josh was telling me, but the idea of quitting my job in a month sounded pretty good. And no matter what happened in my final day as Minnie, it would be worth it.

“Okay, I’ll do it,” I said. “But I need you to look out for me. Minnie can’t be trusted. She has a really high libido and she gives into it far too easily.”

“I promise. I’ll make sure Minnie doesn’t go and hook up with any random guys.”

“Thanks,” I said. “So what’s the plan then?”

Josh took his time explaining. With it being Sunday, he had not scheduled another salon appointment for me. However, with the fair lasting for six hours, I would still need to take more than one pill. Josh guessed a double dose would work just fine.

That seemed reasonable to me. If three lasted until sometime after I passed out last night, two would probably get me to just past the dinner hour, which was perfect.

Josh was kind enough to retrieve my clothes. He also found the package of Bimbacic for me. Neither of us were particularly interested in me walking around the apartment in the nude. He even fetched a glass of water for me to make the pills go down easier.

“Are you going to watch me?” I asked after I had swallowed two of the little pink pills. I had just gone through half the package in a weekend. Josh had done the research on the stuff. Hopefully I wasn’t abusing it too much.

“I’m curious,” Josh said. “Do you mind?”

I shrugged my shoulders. To be honest, it probably wasn’t a bad idea to have a witness, just in case something went wrong. And I trusted Josh not to take advantage of the situation. He had already proved himself to be an upstanding gentleman with how he took care of me last night.

There was an awkward silence as we both sat there, waiting. The saying is that a watched pot never boils. Eventually it will, but watching it makes the time seem to move slower. It felt a lot like that. I knew what would happen, but it took time. I’m sure Josh felt it was taking forever.

Eventually the first sign of my transformation showed itself. “My vision is getting blurry,” I explained to Josh. “That’s the first thing. Then I pass out. When I wake up, I’m Minnie.”

Josh nodded his understanding as he watched me carefully. If I could see more than a blurry outline of him, his expression might have concerned me, but I couldn’t. I figured he was just curious and didn’t want to miss a moment of the process.

At some point I passed out, because I found myself waking up with Josh still watching me.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey,” he said back.

“Like anything you see?” I asked with a sexy smile.

“Yeah, I think there is.”

I looked down at my bare tits. They looked so much bigger than I remembered. I was sure if I stood up, I wouldn’t be able to see my feet without bending over. And they were surprisingly perky too, almost like I had implants.

I reached up and gave my tits a good squeeze. I couldn’t help but moan a little. It felt good. But I could also confirm that while I had big perky tits that didn’t specifically need a bra, they were one hundred percent me.

“Hey you know what would be hot?” I said, having just come up with the idea as I was looking down at my body. “I should get my belly-button pierced. Wouldn’t that be hot?”

“You want to?” Josh asked with a look of surprise.

“Why not? Don’t you think it would look good?”

“Um, yeah, I do. But I mean, do you think you should? I’m supposed to be looking after you. What if it stays when you change back?”

“Phooey,” I pouted, realizing Josh was right. As hot as that would be, it probably wasn’t a good idea.

Josh started laughing.

“What?” I complained. I felt like there was a joke somewhere that I wasn’t getting.

“The way you’re talking,” Josh said, still chuckling. “You sound like a bimbo.”

I cross my arms under my tits and glared at him. There was no way I was a bimbo. Just a few days ago, there would have been no doubt I was smarter than him. Just because I had a sexy body didn’t mean I was a bimbo.

“I said you sounded like one, not that you are one. But you should probably start getting ready. We’ll need to leave soon.”

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot,” I said as I jumped up, grabbing the clothes Josh had brought me and ran into the bathroom. I didn’t just need to get dressed, I needed to fix my hair and salvage what I could from my makeup. I really wished I had time for another visit to the salon. Or maybe some makeup. I had watched the stylist and I had a basic understanding of what I needed to do.

I emerged almost half an hour later looking almost as good as I had leaving the salon yesterday. Of course it helped that my tits were huge, resulting in a long line of bared cleavage. My ass was looking pretty good too. It was bigger too.

“You ready?” Josh asked. He was already dressed and ready to go.

I sashayed up to him and leaned toward him, bringing my lips close to his ear. “I’m always ready for you, Tiger,” I purred.

Josh straightened up, clearly surprised by my teasing words. Nothing like a little sexual tension to start the day. If only he knew how serious I was.

I could remember explaining my fears getting carried away earlier, but I had no interest int worrying about that anymore. While I hadn’t had sex as a woman, I was certainly interested in it. Masturbating in the restroom at the diner had been more fun than I could have possibly imagined. Josh had a certain something about him that made him attractive to me. And if he fucked me, he would still be doing his job in keeping me from fucking a stranger, no matter how hot that would be.

I made Josh carry the equipment into the fair. With my high heels, I wasn’t much use in carrying anything heavy. He was more than happy to take on that burden. My purpose was to look pretty and attract people to our booth. His job was actually selling the doohickey.

Standing there, waiting for the doors to open for the final day’s guests and consumers, I couldn’t remember what our product was called. I felt ridiculous, especially because I could remember building the damn thing. And worse, if something bad happened to it at the fair, I would be at a complete loss on how to fix it. I could only hope Josh had been paying attention to the basics.

I knew that I should be concerned about this. I had built prototype after prototype, perfecting the design with each iteration. Nothing on the market could do what ours did. Yet, I couldn’t remember what it was called, what it did, or how to make another one. Rationally, I understood this was bad. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to worry about it.

In fact, I was finding it hard to worry about anything. I felt like there were two forces acting on me. There was the urge to smile and be happy, which seemed incredibly simple, and my libido screaming at me to flirt and fuck. And both of those things felt completely natural to me. It was how I was meant to be.

Somehow those thoughts made me wet. I could feel the heat in my belly. My nipples hardened and began poking through the fabric of my top. The idea that I was supposed to be dumb and sexy was both appealing and arousing. It was almost too much to bear.

I looked toward the clock. The doors to the fair opened at noon. If I was doing my math right, there just wasn’t enough time to make another trip to the restroom for some play time like last night. I needed to be here right from the beginning to help attract potential customers to our booth. The sooner a crowd gathered around, the more likely we were to attract even more people. We needed to be the popular destination for the fairgoers.

However, when the doors finally opened, all thoughts of masturbating were forgotten. I put a big smile on my face as I mentally prepared myself to flirt with anyone and everyone. Not that that was particularly hard. In fact it was fun. But I still wanted to be my A game.

If it was possible, I had my best day at the fair. People loved talking to me and I loved flirting in return. It was pretty clear I really didn’t know much about our product, but no one seemed to mind. Josh was more than capable of answering everyone’s questions. I collected more than a few phone numbers and even a marriage proposal from one young man who probably wasn’t even old enough to drink.

JM Systems had the busiest booth at the fair. We never had a moment of downtime. I would occasionally glance over at Josh and see him signing up yet another customer for an order. I couldn’t believe how good we were doing. We were like a finally tuned machine. People would come to me and I would flirt with them, make them feel wanted, even pose for pictures. Then I would send them over to Josh. I wasn’t paying that much attention, because there always seemed to be someone else to flirt with, but almost everyone who saw me first went on to place an order.

Once again, when the fair closed, despite a feeling of exhaustion, I was wired. All of the flirting had left me brimming with sexual energy, just like on Saturday night. I had long ago decided that my fingers would not be enough tonight. I absolutely needed to get fucked. I needed a big hard cock to fuck my brains out.

My first target was going to be Josh. He seemed like the best candidate and I already knew him. I trusted him. I also knew he had a big cock. It’s not like I ever paid that much attention to those things as Mitchell, but we’d been friends long enough and had been in enough situations together where we learned a lot about each other. But if Josh wasn’t willing, I would be out on the prowl tonight before the Bimbacic wore off.

I did my part in cleaning up our booth by taking down our signs. I couldn’t handle the heavy lifting like Josh could, but I was still able to do my part. The fact we had had opposite roles when we set up our booth was not lost on me. However, there were limits to what I could do in my high heels.

But when we were finally done, there was nothing more that I wanted to do than jump Josh. After hours of sitting on the sexual edge, my body craved release. And I knew no matter how hard I tried, my fingers would not be enough. I needed a real cock.

“Hey, why don’t you come over to my place tonight to celebrate?” I offered, trying hard not to sound overly seductive. However, with how primed I was for sex, I was fighting a losing battle.

“Sounds like a plan,” Josh said with a smile. I couldn’t tell if he knew my intentions or not, but I didn’t really care. I knew as soon as he was inside my house, there was nothing that could stop us from fucking. “Can I bring anything? You know, like food, since we haven’t eaten anything yet.”

“Sure, pick up something simple,” I said, failing at holding back a smile. Despite my best efforts, I was sure Josh knew exactly what I wanted out of our celebration. “A bottle of wine would be good too.”

“You got it. See you in a bit.”

Josh hurried out of the event center toward his car. He looked like a man who was in a hurry. And I was sure I knew why.

I took my time going back to my car. We had left it here over night, but when I found it in the parking lot, it didn’t look like anyone had messed with it. Luckily, the lot was pretty empty at this point. Otherwise I probably would have forgotten where I parked. So much had happened since yesterday morning.

Driving home, I wished I had time to go shopping. All I had to wear were my tank top, skirt and heels. But Josh wouldn’t take long. I was sure of that. And the big malls usually closed early on Sunday nights, so they weren’t even open.

As soon as I got home, I started going around and picking up as much as I could. I hadn’t exactly left my house in a state to accept company. However, I was able to clean up the most important areas, namely the living room and the bedroom. I wasn’t sure where we were going to get down and dirty, but I guessed it would be in one of those two rooms.

Just as I was finishing filling the clothes basket with dirty clothes from the floor of my bedroom, the doorbell rang. I jumped up with excitement and shuffled toward the door as fast as I could in my heels, which wasn’t very fast.

“Hey there,” I said, losing all pretense and effort in disguising my intentions. My words dripped with as much sex as I could muster.

“Good evening,” Josh said coolly. He still wore the same clothes he had at the fair, but there was an air of confidence around him that wasn’t there before. In his hands was a gourmet cheese plate with crackers and a bottle of wine.

Everything about the way Josh was carrying himself was like a slap in the face. I had been the aggressor, teasing and provoking him. I had been trying to seduce him.

But the Josh that showed up on my doorstep seemed like a different man. While I had thought I was getting to him before we left the fair, it turned out it was he who was getting to me.

My knees nearly gave out on me as Josh pushed past me, entering my house. I had to brace myself against the wall to keep from sliding to the floor. Josh merely glanced at me as he set the food and wine down on the coffee table.

“Why don’t you close the door and fetch us two wine glasses?” Josh asked.

My face grew hot as I straightened up and did as I was asked. With the door closed, I went in search of wine glasses. I had never been big on wine, but I had collected a few glasses over the years. Not that it was easy to find them buried in the back of my cupboards, a task made more difficult by my lack of height. Even with my heels on, I was still shorter than Mitchell.

Eventually I returned to the living room with two wine glasses. Josh had made himself at home, sitting on the couch. I couldn’t tell what it was, but there was something about the way he sat there wearing his collared shirt and dress pants that made him hotter than ever. I didn’t get it, but just seeing him was enough to make me wetter than ever before.

Josh took the glasses from me as I sat down beside him and he began pouring the wine. He gave me a healthy portion, far more than what would constitute a single drink.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” I asked in mock surprise. As if I hadn’t shown my willingness to use alcohol to get in the mood from my actions, both last night and when I asked Josh to bring wine.

Josh didn’t say anything as he handed me the glass of red wine. I didn’t know what kind of wine it was exactly, but the label looked classy enough. I had never been a big wine drinker, having usually preferred beer, but it felt more natural now. I took a big sip, making my intention clear. He needed to know that I had no qualms with losing what was left of my inhibitions.

“How about some music?” Josh asked me, however, it sounded more like an order.

“Sure thing,” I said as I hopped up off the couch, being careful not to spill my wine, before I shuffled across the room to turn on my stereo.

It took me a little while to find the right kind of music. I kept glancing back toward Josh, wanting his opinion of the different musical stations I found. We seemed to be of the same mind, because I finally found something with the right mix of sexiness and beat that perfectly complicated the sexuality of the situation. Basically, it needed to be good music to fuck to.

When I eventually returned to the couch, rather than sit next to Josh, I instead sat on his knee. It wasn’t a bold move by me. Josh had tapped his knee with his hand, indicating his desires. Who was I to turn him down? I wanted it just as much as he did.

We went on like that for a while. He fed each other cheese and crackers as we slowly worked our way through the bottle of wine. I knew where things were going. Josh knew too, but neither of us were willing to forgo the sensual and ritual foreplay that came before the abandonment of clothing.

When Josh’s hands were not feeding me, they were on my bare hips, sliding across my tight midriff or down my thighs, well past the end of my short skirt. His touch was electric. I wanted, no needed, more. But it was not enough to feel his touch on my hips. My nipples, already impossibly hard, begged for attention. I needed to feel his hands on my tits, feel him grab and maul them as if they were his to do with as he pleased.

Once the last of the wine had been finished, I couldn’t wait any longer. It was time to show Josh that I was his to control. I took hold of his hands in my own, pulling them from my hips. At first he fought me, clearly unhappy with the idea of me removing his hands, but it did not take long for my efforts to prove to him that I didn’t want less of his touch, but instead more.

I let out a long slow moan as his hands found my tits. Josh needed no further prompting. He understood what I was giving him. His hands were rough, but with a gentleness I couldn’t describe. My body was at his mercy, but he was not interested in inflicting pain, only pleasure.

My breath caught in my throat as he squeezed a nipple, rolling it between his fingers. If there was any chance of cumming from tit play alone, this would have been that chance.

“I knew you had a little bimbo slut inside of you, just waiting to get out when it got the chance,” Josh whispered in my ear. “The moment I saw you in that outfit, I knew this was how one of our nights was going to end.”

I bit hard on my lower lip to prevent myself from calling out. Josh’s words sent a wave of pleasure over me, almost submerging. It took every ounce of strength I had to remain conscious.

“Tell me,” Josh continued. “Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need.”

“You,” I moaned. “I need you.”

“That’s right. You need me. You need me to tell you what to do. You’re too dumb to think on your own. You need a man to think for you. And you need a man to fuck you. You have three holes you are desperate to have filled with cock. You’ll take it any way the man pleases, because you are nothing without the possibility of getting fucked.”

“Oh fuck,” I called out. There was a tiny rational voice inside me, telling me that this was wrong, but I didn’t care. Josh was right. I was just a dumb bimbo who lived to fuck. I was a slut. But more importantly, I was his slut. Josh had made me. He got to think for me. He got to fuck me, however he wanted.

“That’s right,” Josh said. “You’re just a dumb and horny bimbo. You’ve got a hot little body that is built for sex. I think it’s time I test you out.”

“How do you want me?” I asked with a giggle.

Josh pushed me to my feet. “How about in the bedroom.” It wasn’t a question. Josh gave me a slap on the ass to get moving. I giggled in return as I minced into my bedroom, excited for what was going to come next.

Josh followed me, taking his time. I sat down on the corner of the bed, posing myself, making sure my chest was pushed out to emphasize the size and shape of my tits. And of course I smiled. If I was to be a bimbo, I needed to be happy. A bimbo can’t be sad, at least not for long. They’re too dumb to be sad.

“How do you want me?” I asked when Josh appeared in the doorway. He was looking at me, letting his eyes drink of my image. I could only hope I looked appropriately slutty for him. I was, after all, his slut. Like he said, he had made me.

“I think I want to try out your lips first,” Josh said as he approached.

I didn’t waste a second. As soon as Josh was in arms reach, I was unbuckling his belt and with deft hands freeing his cock from the confines of his pants. I then gracefully sank to my knees, positioning myself to do a deed I never ever thought I would do before. I licked my lips in anticipation.

With my lips adequately wet, I took Josh’s hardness into my mouth. I had never thought I would suck my best friend’s cock, but the moment my lips touched his head, I knew it was the right thing to do. This was my place. Minnie belonged on her knees.

I worked hard pleasing Josh’s hard cock. I used my intimate knowledge of what I knew about cocks to do my best to be pleasing. I imagined how each action I performed would make Josh feel, doing my best to heighten his pleasure. But it wasn’t enough to just focus on Josh’s cock. My eyes never left his. I looked up at him, demonstrating to him that I knew my place. He was my master and I was but his lowly bimbo.

“That’s enough,” Josh said as he pushed my off his cock. I could only whimper in response. “You’re a damn good cocksucker, but I want to try out the rest of you.

Josh pulled me to my feet and then pushed me face first onto the bed. It took me a moment to work out what he was doing, but the moment he climbed onto the bed behind me, I knew. I got up onto my hands and knees and presented my ass to him, still covered in my obscenely short skirt.

Josh situated himself behind me. He grabbed my hips, pulling my ass even higher, forcing me to arch my back even more. He then pushed my skirt up over my hips, baring me to him.

“Please,” I begged. I could feel the presence of his cock and I was in desperate need of feeling the hard shaft split me open, filling me like only a cock could.

“Please, what?” Josh demanded.

“Please, Sir,” I responded, thinking of no other way to address him.

“That’s right. Always call me Sir. From now on, Minnie never uses my name to me. It’s only Sir.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said. I was so wet I could swear I could feel a trickle of my own juices sliding down the inside of my thigh.

“Good girl,” Josh said.

My arms almost gave out on me when he said that. My whole body shuddered in response. I wanted to be his good girl.

My distraction at being called a good girl was short lived. Josh took hold of my hips and once again repositioned me, preparing me for his cock. However, unlike before, he didn’t wait.

“Oh fuck yes,” I cried out as the head of Josh’s hard shaft pressed into me. I was so wet, he slid in easily, taking my female virginity with ease.

With every inch that Josh pushed into me, I was surprised at the feeling. He was so big. It seemed impossible that he could fit as he continued to stretch me open. But before I knew it, his pelvis came into contact with my bubbled ass. In one long stroke, I had taken all of him. My eyes bugged out at the sensation, fullness mixed with just a hint of pain. I liked it.

But then the real fun began. Josh began to fuck me for real, thrusting his hard cock in and out of me, each time a little harder and faster. My eyes rolled up into my head as my body became overwhelmed with pleasure.

I moaned unintelligibly as Josh fucked me harder and harder, each stroke driving into me, filling me with such unimaginable pleasure that my brain couldn’t adequately respond. Before I knew it, I was a rag doll. My only purpose was to be Josh’s fucktoy.

Josh stopped, his cock still buried inside me. I had grown so accustomed to the rough fucking, it took me several moments to come to my senses. I didn’t want him to stop. I was so close to my own climax.

“Please, Sir,” I said, again begging for Josh to fuck me.

“I’m about to cum,” Josh said.

“Please, Sir. Cum in my pussy. I want to feel your hot jizz inside me. I want you to fill me with your cum. I’m your bimbo slut. You can do what you want with me.”

That was all the encouragement Josh needed. He went right back to fucking me, pistoning in and out of me with reckless abandon. We were both so close.

I didn’t even realize how Josh’s cock had started its preparations. I missed the tell tale signs that he had passed the point of no return. No matter what he did, he was going to cum. But that didn’t stop Josh from stopping. He kept on plowing me, pushing into me as deep as he could go.

“Oh fuck,” Josh groaned as he buried himself inside me, holding himself there as he came.

His hot white cum pouring into me set off my own orgasm. Wave after wave of sexual energy and pleasure washed over me as I completely collapsed onto the bed, Josh’s strong arms the only things that kept me in position to be fucked. I moaned helplessly as my body spasmed uncontrollably. I had never felt anything like it before. The orgasm in the restroom at the diner paled in comparison to what it felt like when a real cock was involved.

At some point I must have blacked out from the onslaught of pleasure, because I suddenly found myself laying in Josh’s arms. My clothes had been stripped off, as had his. I could feel his flaccid cock in the cleft of my ass as he spooned up against me. It was a good feeling. I felt content in Josh’s arms, knowing he was holding his bimbo. I couldn’t have been happier.

Chapter Four

I woke up Monday morning alone and with a dick. I sat up with a sigh of relief. It was all finally over. I was me again.

I laid back and stared up at the ceiling. Last night had been intense. I had fucked my best friend. More accurately, Josh had fucked me three times. The last time, he came in my ass. Looking back, I couldn’t help but feel humiliated, but last night I had begged for it.

Minnie had been insatiable in bed, always ready for more. Just the mere sight or smell of Josh was enough to get her going. And the orgasms. They had been unlike anything I had ever felt before.

I glanced over at the clock on my nightstand. It took several moments for the time to compute in my head. Like Sunday morning, I was feeling slow to start my day, like my engine had dropped a cylinder or two.

“Shit,” I exclaimed as I jumped out of bed. I was already late for work.

I called my boss as I started rooting through my closet, looking for something to wear, apologizing for being late and telling him I would be there as soon as possible. Then it was into the shower. I wanted to spend an hour washing away the events of last night, but I didn’t have the time or the hot water to do it.

When I finally dragged myself into the office, I was still a mess. The events of last night still weighed heavily on my mind. But not just that, despite the sun shining brightly outside, everything felt like it had a gray tint. It felt like a dark and rainy day, one that should be spent inside curled up on the couch, maybe with a little cuddling with a strong man.

“Damn it,” I cursed quietly, not wanting to disturb my cubicle neighbors. Without even thinking about it, I had slipped into a fantasy, the kind of fantasy Minnie would have.

I couldn’t deny that her life had its appeals. Living with that kind of sensuality, that sexuality, was attractive. Who needed to be smart when you looked that good and could have such mind blowing sex all the time. But was that the life I wanted to live? That was the question.

I still had half the package of Bimbacic left. I wasn’t sure exactly how many pills I still had, because my memory, along with my general processing power, was not working right. But I knew it would be easy to go back to being Minnie again.

Not that I could get away with being Minnie while at work. She seemed to get dumber as time wore on over the weekend. I could remember being able to talk about the V.R. headset Friday night as a designer. By Sunday, I hadn’t been able to even give its name. It was clear that the more time I spent as Minnie, the more she depended on her body to get by.

I did my best to put the events of last night out of my mind as I tried to get to work. My job was boring, but always easy. However, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t seem to get started. I could look at my work in front of me. I knew what needed to be done. It was simple. But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. The prospect of doing the work was actually giving me anxiety.

I would get myself ready, opening up the files on the computer, pulling out the reference files I needed, but the moment I actually set about working, I would freeze up with anxiety. I couldn’t do it. Each and every time I couldn’t help but think it would be nice to just let Minnie take charge, just for a little while. I didn’t want to be her, but her carefree attitude and her lack of inhibitions were freeing.

Each time it happened, I needed a break. By lunch time, I had probably made enough trips to the break room to have drank three pots of coffee. Not that I actually drank that much, but it was still enough to be feeling a little jittery from the caffeine.

I left the building for my lunch break. Usually I stayed in, eating in my cubicle and continued to work so I could get all of my work done for the day early. Sometimes I was allowed to leave if my boss didn’t have anything more for me to do that day. Considering I wasn’t getting any work done, coupled with my tardiness, I doubted I would be allowed to leave early.

I didn’t have a destination in mind when I set out walking. I had been in such a rush this morning, I hadn’t planned for my lunch, but I continued past all of the usual lunch places, for those rare occasions when I ate out. I didn’t know if it was the caffeine in my system or some lingering effects of the Bimbacic, but I just kept going. I wasn’t paying attention to what direction I walked, or at least so I assumed, because when I finally stopped, I was left standing in front of a woman’s clothing boutique that only Minnie would like.

The flashing neon sign was the first signal that I would hate the store. The scantily clad mannequins in the windows were dressed in outfits that Minnie would drool over. I didn’t even realize they made mannequins with tits that big, because those tops were filled out more than I’d ever seen before.

I tore my eyes away from the storefront and glanced around at my surroundings. There were people on the street. They were looking at me, their faces hinting possible disgust. They must have been thinking I was leering at the mannequins. I turned to walk back toward my office, doing my best to divert attention from myself.

“This is bad,” I said out loud to myself as I made my way back. I seemed to have an unwavering desire to be Minnie again, even if it was just for a few minutes. Compared to her bubbly view on life, the real thing was hard and cold.

I knew I was addicted. It was the only explanation. I was beginning to go through withdrawal symptoms. I was completely unprepared for this revelation. Not paying particularly good attention to where I was going, I nearly walked into a bus stop bench. I needed to sit down.

As I sat there, my head in my hands, I felt like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders. Suddenly I felt ill equipped to go through my day without Minnie’s influences. I was incapable of getting any work done. I was sure I would be useless when Josh and I met up to go over the results from the weekend. But even the thought of meeting with Josh was troublesome.

I could barely believe what I had done with Josh last night. As much as I wanted to believe I had been set up, I couldn’t get past the fact I had wanted it. I had wanted Josh to fuck me. I had begged him, calling him, “Sir.” The thought of doing that tonight, despite the natural way it wanted to roll off my tongue, made me sick. I was sick with myself for letting all of that happen, for encouraging it.

I don’t know how long I sat there, but I eventually pushed myself up off the bench. If I waited around much longer, a bus would come along and I wasn’t in the mood to deal with people, even if only to wave the driver on. But I also knew I wasn’t in any shape to get any work done. Knowing I might be in dealing with something as serious as drug addiction, I texted my boss, informing him that I got ill at lunch and wasn’t going to make it back to the office. In a way it was true. I had no doubts I was sick, just not in the way I was inferring in my message.

Despite the fact I had no intention of going back to my cubicle, I still needed to retrieve my car. The prospect of trying to ride the bus home instead wasn’t a good option for me. I needed to be alone.

By the time I made it back to the parking lot at my office building, my boss got back to me, approving my sick time. I was glad it was so easy. Not that the road before me would be. No matter what happened, I was sure I had some rough times ahead of me.

By the time I got home, the caffeine had finally worked its way out of my system, leaving me completely drained of energy. As soon as I was inside my house, I made a bee-line for my bedroom where I collapsed on to my bed face first, not even bothering to take my jacket off.

Not that I was able to sleep. Sleep eluded me. I knew I was exhausted, but my mind was stuck in a loop with Minnie always at the center. Every thought I had would lead to Minnie.

The worst part was I how I was beginning to miss the sensations her body provided. I actually missed being desperately horny as she seemed to be more and more. I wanted to feel the heat in my belly and the wetness between my thighs. I wanted to feel the weight of her heavy tits on my chest and be able to reach up and play with them with ease. Sex as a man had never been as good as it was last night as Minnie. Her restroom escapades had even been better than the best sex I’d ever had before.

I opened my eyes and looked at my nightstand. Sitting there, otherwise forgotten was the package of Bimbacic. There were six little pink pills remaining. The moment I spotted them, I began to salivate. I desperately wanted to swallow one. If I could be Minnie again, just for a little while, I was sure everything would be better again. Minnie could fix it, somehow.

“No,” I ordered myself as I turned my head to face the other direction. I was certain I was dealing with addiction, but I didn’t know what kind. Was it psychological or physical? Or both? All I knew about addiction was what I had learned in high school Health class. I had stuck with the harder sciences in college.

The longer I laid there, the more I began to think that it might be better if I just died. It was far easier to think about that than actually dealing with the problem, that being the knowledge that another dose of Bimbacic was just out of arms reach from my current position. It would be easy to grab the package and pop one of those pink pills into my mouth, giving me the peace I so desired.

But I couldn’t let that happen. I didn’t even trust myself to pick up the package. No, the prospect of death seemed much more likely. If I died, the Bimbacic wouldn’t win. It was me against the Bimbacic and I couldn’t let those pills consume me. If I did, there would be no going back. Minnie would be the new me.

“Hey, Mitchell, are you all right?” came a familiar voice. There were hands on my back, shaking me. I wasn’t asleep, but I was so zoned out, I might as well have been.

“Huh?” I said, startled. I turned my head to see Josh standing by my bed. I blinked several times, as if my doing so would help me make sense of what I was seeing. Why was Josh here?

“Rough day?” Josh asked. “I can believe it. We were both up way too late last night. But here I am, ready to go over the results from the fair.”

Josh stood there almost like nothing happened between us last night. It had been here on this bed that we had fucked, not just once, but three times. Did he not remember? Or was he able to separate me from Minnie? Even if he could, I wasn’t sure that I could. All of her memories were my memories. I remembered acting the way she did, the way she had begged Josh to fuck her, the way I had begged him to fuck me. I couldn’t see the difference.

“Come on,” Josh said as he grabbed my hand and started pulling me up. “We’ve got work to do, man. I think we made a killing this weekend, but we need to go through the data and plan our next move.”

“Oh, um, yeah, right,” I said as I pushed myself to my feet. I wasn’t sure I was ready to face Josh, but I didn’t exactly have a choice. We needed to analyze our results. The sooner we did that, the sooner we could start fulfilling the orders. That was when the real money would start to flow in and we would actually be able to move our company out of my garage.

“Do you need anything?” Josh asked as I made my way into the kitchen where we could work at the table. “You look like you could use some coffee.”

“It won’t help,” I answered. “I had a bunch this morning at work, before I came home sick.”

“Are you all right, man?”

All of Josh’s actions made me believe he didn’t think he was fucking his best friend last night. He was fucking Minnie instead. Somehow he expected everything to be normal again now that it was over.

“Let’s just get this over with. I’ve had a rough day.”

“Sure thing,” Josh said as he pulled out a notebook full of order forms. It looked like he had just stuck a whole ream of paper in there. That was how thick the stack was.

“Did you get a count?”

“374 orders. If all these pan out, that’s going to be a tidy little profit for us. Do you think that will be enough to let us quit our jobs?”

I was trying to do the math in my head, but it wasn’t computing right. I used to be a wiz at mental math. Given my current condition, I would not have been surprised if I got caught off guard by two plus two.

“Look, Josh,” I started as I rubbed my temples with my fingers, “this has been a crappy day for me. It feels worse than the worst hangover I’ve ever had.”

“No problem, man. I got you.”

Josh pulled out a calculator and started pushing buttons. I usually lived for data analysis, being the big nerd that I was. However, rather than try to pay attention to what Josh was working on, I simply closed my eyes and tried to clear my thoughts. It was the only way to prevent a migraine from developing.

Not that I was entirely successful. Sitting next to my best friend and the man who had fucked me three times last night was hard to ignore. But strangely it had nothing to do with me feeling in any way violated. I didn’t even really feel like our friendship had been hurt. He was still the Josh I had always known. I had just seen a different side of him.

No, what bothered me was that I actually still felt something for him in the same way that Minnie had. I couldn’t separate myself from Minnie in that way. My heart pounded in my chest with the knowledge of how close Josh sat. I could smell him. He actually made my cock harden. As a man who had never felt anything for another man, that fact concerned me. The Bimbacic was having a lasting effect on me.

“Look, Mitchell, I can do this on my own if you’d prefer,” Josh eventually said. I opened my eyes to see him staring at me. I couldn’t help but get lost in his eyes. “Or we can talk about last night if you’d like.”

At last, Josh was acknowledging that something happened between us last night. I had been wondering all this time how he could just ignore it. But was I ready to talk about last night. My thoughts were all in a jumble. I didn’t even know where to begin. How could I have an actual conversation about what happened, when I wasn’t completely sure what happened? I could remember it all, but that didn’t mean I understood it all.

“I think I just need to be alone right now,” I finally said. As much as I wanted to discuss what happened last night, I was in no shape to do it. And somehow, it didn’t feel right. It wasn’t so much Josh that I wanted to talk to, but Minnie. She was the one who had wanted sex with Josh. She would have done it Saturday night if the opportunity had presented itself.

“Hey man, that’s cool,” Josh said as he started collecting all the papers together. “I’ll call you tomorrow about what I find. I hope you feel better.”

“Thanks,” I muttered as I just put my head down on the kitchen table and closed my eyes. Josh could show himself out in the same way he showed himself in to begin with.

I don’t know how long I sat there, but I did not move for a long time after Josh left. I considered eating something, but somehow I knew it wouldn’t do me any good. With the way I was feeling, if I was able to eat anything, I probably wouldn’t be able to keep it down.

When I did finally get up, it was only to go back to my bedroom where I once again collapsed on the bed, not bothering to undress or climb underneath the covers. I was growing despondent, but I felt it was a necessary step for me to get past whatever was bothering me.

I didn’t get any sleep that night. It was the most miserable night of my life. When the sun finally found its way through the window and onto my face, telling me it was now morning, I had a good feeling it was going to be an even worse day.

Pulling myself up off my bed, I considered calling in sick. My boss would believe me after the events of yesterday, but I was running low on sick time. After missing most of Monday, I wasn’t even sure if I had a full day left. It didn’t help that I took last Friday off too. I needed to be at the office and actually get some work done. As boring as it might have been, my work was needed for the company to function.

I felt weak from the lack of food, but I couldn’t even stomach the thought of food. However, after spending most of the last twelve hours laying on my bed in my crinkled clothes, I needed a shower, shave and a change of clothes.

Driving into the office, I felt like a zombie. It was worse than yesterday. Not only did the world look gray and meaningless, I now felt like I was just going through the motions. I followed my routine, because it was my routine. I put no thought into it. Twice I nearly hit another car, barely avoiding a collision. Simply, I just didn’t see them.

Just like yesterday, once I got to work, I just stared at the computer screen. I had neither the desire nor the thought processing ability to do anything more. I only hoped my boss wouldn’t notice my sudden inefficiency. He was always big on office efficiency. Luckily, I had always scored high on his lists. That was one reason he often let me go home early. It was a reward for working hard and efficiently. Not that I would be leaving early today.

It wasn’t that I didn’t try to work. I really did. But every time I was faced with actually doing anything, my mind kept wandering to the idea of how Minnie would react. Minnie was a bimbo. She didn’t work hard. She couldn’t. She was simply not smart enough. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t successful. She had learned to use her body to get others to do the hard work. That seemed so much better right then.

“I’m not using the Bimbacic,” I muttered to myself. I looked out into the corridor to make sure no one overheard me. I didn’t want anyone in the office to know about what I did over the weekend, both because I wasn’t sure about the legality of it as well as the office had a zero tolerance policy when it came to drugs. While I doubted I would be tested, especially for something as obscure as Bimbacic, I didn’t want to risk my job over it. Until JM Systems took off, I was stuck working my dead end job to pay my bills.

When it came time for my lunch break, I still didn’t feel like eating anything, but I knew there was something I needed to do. I hurried out of the office building and went back to my car. I wasn’t driving anywhere, but I wanted to be alone. It wasn’t that I didn’t want people around, but I didn’t want anyone looking over my shoulder. I also suspected the Internet was watched. I’d heard rumors of people being fired over their web browsing history.

The reason for all of this was that I needed to finally learn something about Bimbacic. Friday night I had been content to accept what Josh had told me about it. However, I had a feeling he did not fully understand its effects. A two day hangover was rather severe, as were the mental issues both while on the drug as well as after. The rational part of my brain told me there must be something more going on. However, there was a part of me that wanted to know what would happen if I swallowed another of the little pink pills.

In my car, I pulled out my phone and started searching. To my surprise, there wasn’t much available. Bimbacic was held under tight patents and the owners weren’t releasing much. There was a Wikipedia article about it, but there wasn’t much there that I didn’t already know. Of course Bimbacic wasn’t FDA approved for any medical treatment, but that didn’t surprise me. I couldn’t think of a condition it would possibly cure or alleviate any symptoms.

But then on an obscure website I happened to click on, there was a link to an actual study. Somehow the website containing the study had been suppressed in my search results. I glanced at the time and saw I didn’t have much time left before I needed to report back to my cubicle. I only had time to skim through the study abstract.

However, what I read made my eyes open wide in shock. In a way, I felt lucky to have gotten off so easy. There did seem to be some kind of dependency created from the way I used the drug, but it seemed to mostly be psychological. That was a relief, but there was something far worse. Prolonged use or overdosing could lead to a permanent transformation.

I thought back to the weekend. The abstract was unclear what constituted an overdose, but I couldn’t help but wonder if the three pills I took Saturday morning were somewhere on the border. I figured it would help explain why my hangover symptoms seemed so severe, especially when my Sunday dose was also considered.

Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to think about what I had gotten myself into, because my lunch break was over and I desperately needed to find a way to get some work done. Josh and I were too close to making it big with JM Systems for me to screw it all up by losing my job. Not only was my paycheck paying my bills, but it was funding half of JM Systems too.

Chapter Five

As it turned out, the shit hit the fan as soon as I walked back into the office from my car. My boss was waiting for me at my cubicle. As much as reading about the effect of Bimbacic made me feel better, it did little to repair my ability to work.

“Mitchell, we need to talk,” my boss greeted me. I already knew something was wrong. I could only hope I wasn’t fired.

“Okay,” I said, trying to fake an upbeat attitude that in now way actually felt. Given how I actually felt, it probably came out sounding normal for me. It wasn’t like I was the most positive person in the office. I just did my job and I did it well. Of course it helped that I normally found it easy.

“We’ve got an efficiency review tomorrow and I wanted to let you know that I’m highlighting your work. I’ve set up a meeting for you with upper management. They are interested in learning about how you’ve managed to be so efficient with your work. This is a big deal and could easily lead to a promotion.”

“Um, thanks,” I said. I was sure the promotion my boss was talking about would be for him. I highly doubted upper management would want to advance me when I was doing such a great job for them where I was. I had always believed the company was run by idiots, but this just confirmed it.

“Great. Make sure you have your A game tomorrow. We’re going to need it.”

Before I had a chance to even comprehend what my boss had said, he was gone. I could see his head over the top of the cubicles and he was already half way across the wide room.

When I sat back down at my desk, the weight of what my boss had said hit me. I was meeting with upper management about efficiency. If I didn’t have my act together, I could easily find myself without a job.

With the combination of my hangover and my impending review, I wasn’t able to focus which meant I got nothing done. More and more I was wishing to escape for just a little while. I couldn’t help but think a couple hours spent as Minnie would help me calm down. My predicament wouldn’t bother her. She would shake off the anxiety, flirt her way through the meeting and probably have everyone in the office drooling over her. Of course she would probably need to buy some new clothes first. Her JM Systems outfit wasn’t really office appropriate. Although I’m sure most of the men in the office wouldn’t mind.

When I finally got home that night, after spending all afternoon doing nothing, I found Josh waiting for me. At least he didn’t let himself in this time. I found him sitting on my porch as I drove up. As soon as I pulled into the driveway, he came running over to greet me.

“What’s up?” I asked as I climbed out of my car, surprised by his presence. I was feeling slightly better, where the presence of other people didn’t make me cringe. He told me he would call me with results. I wasn’t expecting him to come over. And from the looks of it, he hadn’t spend his day at work like me.

“Two things,” Josh said excitedly. I’d seen this response many times before. He had a tendency to get over excited, but as his friend I always heard him out. “First, I ran the numbers, but if we can get into another couple events and get our website fully operational, we can be in the black in two months, three if we use that company I was telling you about.”

For a while Josh had been trying to convince me to use another company to build the virtual reality headsets that we shipped out to customers. My intention had been to build them myself. It was cheaper that way, which meant we could possibly expand faster. Eventually we would need to hand off the building to someone else, but I wanted us to be on more firm fiscal footing before then.

“That’s good,” I said. “That’s assuming we’re accepted to and are successful at other events.”

“I know, but that actually brings me to the other thing. It turns out you were a big hit this weekend. I got a call today from someone who want to hire Minnie as a promo girl for an event this weekend. I thought I should tell you, since you’ve still got some Bimbacic and it would be a great way to pick up some extra cash.”

“Josh, I’ve got to start building headsets to satisfy our orders. We need money to start flowing in sooner than later. The weekends are when I have the most time to do the building.”

“That’s why I want to outsource it,” Josh responded.

“So I can go be a promo girl?”

“I didn’t mean it like that. All I’m saying is the cost of paying someone else to build the headsets frees up time for us to do other things. And it’s not like we won’t need Minnie for our next event. I’ve already got applications in for two other big fairs. If we’re lucky, we’ll make it to a big convention by this summer.”

I couldn’t believe Josh was pushing me to spend more time as Minnie. It wasn’t enough I bailed us out this weekend. He wanted to use me again and again. Why couldn’t we pay some girl to do it for us? That’s what everyone else did. It wasn’t like we couldn’t find a hot girl to do it. If we asked around I was sure we could find someone.

“Why can’t we get someone else to be our promo girl?” I asked. “Because I’m not sure I can pull another weekend as Minnie.”

“Why not?” Josh asked. “You were fantastic, both at the fair and after too. Damn, I’ve never had such good sex.”

My face got hot. I wasn’t exactly comfortable with talking about all of this in my front yard where the neighbors could overhear us. But the more troubling piece was that I liked the compliment. My heart was pounding again and I had to shift how I stood to hide my growing erection. I wasn’t attracted to Josh in my current state, but my memories of the night we spent together was more than enough to arouse me.

“How much reading have you done about Bimbacic?” I asked.

“Um, I read the Wikipedia page. From what I remember, there shouldn’t be a downside.”

I figured as much. Having read through all that at lunch, I could see how Josh thought there was no harm. He always had a tendency to jump ahead of himself and not wait until he had all the facts. At least when it came to JM Systems he never slacked off.

“I found a study that looked at both long term usage and the results of high doses. With the right circumstances, the effects can be made permanent.”

“Wait, you mean you could get stuck as Minnie forever?” Josh asked. The surprise and shock on his face was enough to alleviate my fears that he might have had this planned from the beginning. Josh wasn’t that good of an actor.

“I don’t know how close I was, but I’ve been stuck with a hangover from spending the weekend as Minnie for the past two days. I feel a little better now, but that’s why I needed to be alone last night. It doesn’t help that I’m not sure how I feel about what we did Sunday night.”

“Mitchell, I’m sorry if that took things too far. It’s just you were practically begging for it. I mean, you were so hot and the way you were acting Saturday night, I just assumed you were okay with it. I assumed you wanted to find out what sex as a woman was like. I thought it was like a fuck buddy thing.”

“I get it,” I said before Josh could stick his foot in his mouth any more than he already had. “I’m just saying I’m not sure I can risk another dose of the Bimbacic. I don’t know what will happen.”

“That’s cool,” Josh said. “I’m just passing along the information. If you wanted to try it, you could have a gig this weekend. And regardless, I think we should hire out to have the headsets made. That way we don’t have a slow down in production because you get sick or your work schedule changes.”

Josh made a good point. As much as me doing the work would save us some money, our efficiency in shipping out orders would be dependent on how fast I could work. If I got sick or hurt, productivity would grind to a halt. By hiring out for it, that wouldn’t be a problem.

“All right,” I said. “Let’s go with that company you’ve been talking to. You think using them will only delay us a month of profitability?”

“You can check over my number if you want,” Josh said, “but I did the calculations four times to make sure they were right. I got the same results every time.”

Between the two of us, I was the math wiz, but I wasn’t even ready to attempt to read anything math related. While I could handle basic addition and subtraction, anything harder would just make my head spin. I couldn’t wait for this damn hangover to finally go away. I had to trust Josh on this. And it wasn’t like he couldn’t do that math. Working with numbers always came easier to me.

“I trust you,” I said. “We’re partners in this. We have to keep trusting each other. Anything else we need to talk about?”

“I’m good,” Josh said. “We can talk about Sunday night another time, if you want.”

“I’m not up for it right now. While I’m feeling better, I didn’t sleep a wink last night. We can talk later.”

“Right,” Josh said. “I’ll talk to you later.”

While it was great to catch up with Josh on a few business related things, it was nice to be alone again. I went straight inside and sat down on the couch, letting myself sink into the cushions. The combination of no sleep and over taxing what few brain cells currently at my disposal had left me exhausted. But somehow I knew sleep would still be just out of reach.

The pull of the Bimbacic was strong. I could feel its presence. I could imagine it on my night stand in the bedroom. I could her it calling to me. Just one night as Minnie would make everything better. My responsibilities would disappear. I could just focus on being pretty and sexy. I could spend the evening shopping and then actually go to sleep. Minnie had no problems sleeping.

I wondered if this was what addiction to drugs was like. I wasn’t interesting in finding out, but I wondered if what I was experiencing had any similarities to what heroin or meth addicts experienced. I simply didn’t feel in control. The amount of will power I needed to stop myself from taking just one of those little pink pills was exhausting. I was afraid that I might give in at any moment.

I didn’t bother trying to go to bed. That would just bring me closer to the Bimbacic. If I had been smart I would have gone to a motel for the night to get away from it, but it never occurred to me. Instead I spent the night on my couch, never bothering to change out of my work clothes, for the second night in a row. I didn’t even try to sleep. Instead I just sat back and let my head rest on the back of the couch as I stared up at the ceiling.

By morning, I was a wreck. I tried to get ready for work, but nothing I did came out right. It took me five minutes to work out that the hot water needed to be on for my shower to be hot. Everything else went equally as poorly. When it came to actually going to work, I called for a taxi. I was in no shape to drive.

Walking into the office, I was inundated with people. It was a normal day and no one was actually searching me out, but after spending the last twelve hours alone, my senses were overstimulated. All I wanted to do was cower in my cubicle. Once again, I was not expecting to actually get any work done. I just needed to be at my desk so I wouldn’t get fired.

“Mitchell.” I looked up to see my boss. “Running a little late this morning?”

“Um, I had to wait for a taxi,” I responded after a several second delay. I couldn’t come up with a better excuse.

“Car wouldn’t start? No matter. You’re just in time to meet with the review committee. I’ve been telling them all about you. They are actually quite keen on meeting you.”

I completely forgot about the review. I would have done anything to postpone the meeting, but I knew that would have been fruitless. While my boss loved my efficiency, he would never understand what I was going through. Not that I wanted to share it with him. Again, I was sure the company zero tolerance policy with drugs would have me out the door faster than I cared to imagine.

I shrugged off my jacket and followed my boss to a conference room on the other side of the building. “Just go on in,” he said when we reached the room. “I have complete faith in you.”

I muttered my thanks before my boss left me to face the review committee alone. I opened the door slowly, hoping something might come up that prevented my interview. I already knew the meeting would go poorly. I only hoped I wouldn’t be fired because of it.

Unfortunately, the worst came to pass. Nothing popped up at the last second preventing the meeting. And once inside, I made a total ass of myself. I couldn’t answer the simplest questions and I nearly fell asleep five separate times. I tried explaining my insomnia issues, offering to reschedule, but the committee was having none of it. My boss fired me before the end of the day, saying I had embarrassed him.

I thought about throwing a fit, but I had reached the end of my rope. I simply didn’t care anymore. I grabbed my jacket out of my cubicle and left the building. I didn’t even bother to clean out my stuff. Nothing I had kept there was of any worth to me.

I considered calling a taxi again, but now that I was unemployed, I figured I needed too save some money. I decided to walk instead. I had the time and I figured the exercise might help me get some sleep.

As I walked, I couldn’t help but ponder about my options. It had been hard enough getting the job I had just been fired from. Trying to get another one without a positive recommendation from my now former boss would make it even harder. Unfortunately, JM Systems wasn’t ready to start paying out a salary. We were still paying bills out of our own pockets. If only this had happened another month or two down the line. I might have been able to float until sales picked up and we started generating a real income.

Suddenly Josh’s comment about the promo girl gig jumped into my mind. I still had a way of making money, even if it was completely different than anything I’d ever done before. While I might be at wits end, Minnie was fully capable of earning a living. Sure, her income potential wasn’t as high, but it only needed to last until JM Systems took off, which both Josh and I were sure would happen. The only problem was that going that route would require a rather significant change. I would likely be Minnie permanently. If I did this, there would be no going back.

I spent the entire walk home trying to talk myself out of it. But every reason paled in comparison to the possibility of how happy I would be as Minnie. She was a bimbo. She wasn’t smart, but she didn’t set her worth and happiness on her intelligence. In a way, she was more free than I ever could be.

As soon as I got home, I called Josh. We had a deal that we wouldn’t call each other while we were at work, but this couldn’t wait. I needed to know if he was capable of handling the responsibility of leading JM Systems. Minnie wasn’t going to be any help there and the sooner I could take the remaining Bimbacic, the better. I just didn’t want to be Mitchell anymore. But there were a few details that needed to be worked out first.

“What’s up, man?” Josh said, answering his phone.

“I got fired today,” I said. I figured I might as well just get right to the truth. There was no sense in dancing around it when the Bimbacic was waiting for me in my bedroom.

“Shit, that sucks. Are you all right?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, or at least I will be.”

“What do you mean?” Josh asked. I could hear the worry in his voice.

“Is that offer for working as a promo girl this weekend still good?”

“I think so… Wait, does that mean?”

“Yeah, I’m thinking I want to be Minnie. I want it to be permanent.”

“Holy shit, I don’t know what to say. Are you sure?”

“I just spent the last two hours walking home while trying to talk myself out of it. I can’t come up with a good reason. But the real reason I’m calling is to make sure you can handle running JM. Minnie’s kind of a bimbo and I wouldn’t trust her with anything that requires actual thinking.”

“Mitchell, I’ll support you no matter what you do.”

“Thanks, Josh. I just needed to hear that. You should come over after work tomorrow. I’m sure Minnie would love to see you again.”

I hung up the phone, leaving Josh to imagine what could happen. I then walked into my bedroom and swallowed all six remaining Bimbacic pills.

Epilogue

One year later…

I woke up each morning and smiled at how lucky I was. I couldn’t have asked for a better life. Everything turned out perfect in the end. Becoming Minnie was the best decision I could have ever made.

JM Systems has done better than anyone could have ever predicted. We’re competing on equal footing against all of the other major tech companies. Most days I can’t remember what we actually sell though. Josh takes care of all of that.

The big news is that Josh and I are getting married soon. Within a week of that fateful day when I overdosed on the Bimbacic, we moved in together. Part of it was out of necessity. With me not making as much money, we needed to conserve to keep JM Systems funded. It was also a bonus since we were having lots of sex already, so living together just made it easier. Then one thing became another and Josh proposed.

It’s still an open relationship, although Josh basically owns me now. He thinks for me and he even helps choose the guys and girls I sleep with. I’m basically his trophy for being so successful. At first I worked all the promo gigs I could get, but now that we’re doing so well, I only work as a promo girl for JM Systems. Our second generation doohickey is coming out next month so I have been busy showing it off.

It’s pretty funny how dumb I can be now. I remember being smart at one point, but thinking is just too much work. I couldn’t tell you what the new doohickey does or why it’s better than the old one, but as a promo girl, I don’t need to know the details. Who wants to be smart when you can have a rocking body and can have mind blowing sex all the time? I certainly don’t regret any decisions I’ve made. Although, to be fair, Josh makes most of the decisions for me now.

It did take a little while to get my life in order after my final transformation. My old promo outfit didn’t really fit anymore. It seemed my tits and ass got even bigger. I think it’s great, but it made shopping hard at first. Most people think my tits are fake, because they’re so big, but they are totally real.

I also had to spend time learning how to be a girl. A lot of it came naturally, but it took some time to learn how to style my hair and put on my makeup. It didn’t help that I’m a really slow learner now. That’s one reason I play up being dumb so much. I like showing how much of a bimbo I am so people don’t expect me to do or say anything smart.

It also took a while to collect a full wardrobe of sexy clothes. It was hard at first, because Josh and I were on a budget. I went with a retro look for a while from shopping at Goodwill and other second hand stores. I also had to get creative sometimes with a pair of scissors. Definitely might have had a few nip slips back then too, because I didn’t like to wear bras.

But now it doesn’t even matter. Josh makes enough money to buy me almost whatever I want. My shoe collection has grown to a giant size. And they all have really high heels, except for my workout trainers. I’ve gotten so used to my heels, I mostly walk on my toes when I’m barefoot. It’s just more comfortable that way.

This morning I woke up beside Josh. Whenever I woke up before him, I liked to suck him off instead of make him listen to his silly alarm. We both liked that. Before I even made a move I licked my plump lips as I salivated over the taste of his cock. If I didn’t like getting my pussy and ass fucked so much, I’d just suck cock all the time.

I crawled underneath the covers to find Josh’s morning wood. See it stand up, erect, I couldn’t help but smile at how lucky I was. I was so glad to be Josh’s bimbo. He took care of me and I made sure to take care of him in return. How could I ask for a better life?