Bimbo in the Making

by Cindy godwin

 

Nighttime , the rain lashes at my bedroom window . I put on my nightie and remove my makeup, the end of another day. I look around at my newly decorated room, cream and pink walls and a soft pink carpet. My wardrobe holds all my pretty dresses and maids outfits. Perfume invades the very air I breathe. A real Barbie doll setup this room of mine. Yet it could have been so different.

My mistress Deborah was once my wife, we were so in love, we had a whirlwind romance and married within months of meeting. I could not be satisfied with what I had though and my macho side just had to have more. I started flirting with girls at work, meeting them and having time with them, whilst my wife thought I was at work. One girl Melanie was really cute, I had her as a really dumb blonde sex object but it turned out I was so so wrong. Even when Debbie got pregnant I continued my fling with Melanie but all the time she was reporting my infidelity straight back to Debbie. Debs let this carry on for months before confronting me , then I knew it was all over for us. Deborah gave up the baby, she figured she would end up as a one person family otherwise and she made it clear to me she was not interested in continuing the marriage for one second more. Then she told me I was to serve her like she had been made to serve me. Not thinking what this would lead to I agreed because I could see no other way to save my relationship with her. Deep down inside I still loved her , my flings elsewhere though had brought matters to a head, the pleading and,the admittance of dishonesty on my part were hard to do but I did them all the same. It made little difference though and Debbie had her revenge in time. At the time she hated me so so much but now I think she loves me once more, whether that is because she knows I can never see another woman again or not in my state I do not know. Maybe it is because I have come to accept my new life and the need to cheat no longer is an issue, who knows.

Debbie used her hypnotic skills initially and made me into a slutty frenchmaid. I was humiliated for weeks on end. The biggest shock was that she had prepared herself for the night she confronted me, and me being the dumb man I was walked right into her plans. She had me shave myself clean then she applied the false breasts and had tme put on the lingerie she had purchased, sleek panties and lacy bra, the uniform waiting in the closet was the biggest shock, I could not believe she was serious that I should wear such a trampy frenchmaids outfit, but she was and I had to put it in whilst she laughed and poured scorn on me. Later that same evening a friend of hers came over and did my hair and applied some long fingernails to my chewed remnants. Makeup was also applied in profusion and when I was allowed to look in the mirror I was shocked at the blonde bimo staring back at me.

I remember the next morning when I awoke, I tried to put all the previous night behind me, the dumb realisation that I still had false breasts attached to me caused panic , I tried to remove them but had little success. Debbie appeared at the door and laughed at my feeble attempts. I have many pictures of you from last night she said, any attempt at returning to your pathetic male life and I will show them to al your friends. This was not a one night punishment, this continues today and every day after,now get dressed as last night, I will do your makeup soon. I had to do as told, I could find nothing in the wardrobe but womens clothes, my socks ,boxers, shirts had all disappeared.!!!!

I made my way down to the kitchen where I was made to serve breakfast to Mistress as Debbie now had to be called. After washing up Mistress said she had plans for the day and that if I did not want trouble I would carry out these plans for her. After another hypnosis session I was jabbed in the arm several times. Your first hormone treatments Mistress said matter of factly. I began to panic and worry how far this situation would go. Seeing me near crying , Mistress told me to not worry, a few months down the line and I would be happy once more. All I had to do was carry out her plans. I snivelled ok and asked what I had to do. First I had to sit still whilst more makeup was applied, then a pair of high heels was produced. I had to wear these at all times I was told. I then tottered around the kitchen for ages whilst the cries of laughter from Mistress resounded in my ears. I soon realised I had to make short mincing steps to make any progress. Bravo the girl has it Mistress applauded.

After this exercise was done I had to step out of the house and go shopping with Mistress. This was deeply embarrassing. At the mall I was taken to a shop to have my ears . pierced, 3 times each ear, large hops were placed in the holes. What a nice sisy you are smirked the shop assistant. I went deep red. Next I was trotted into the petshop where mistress picked out a pink dogs collar. Perfect she said placing it to my neck to test the fit. Can you engrave it please the shopkeeper was asked. He took the collar over to a machine and starting etching in what ever was on the paper mistress gave him. All the time his eyes were on me, looking at y legs, my frenchmaid costume bursting at the bust, my blonde hair, my tarty makeup. I wanted to crawl up and die, the embarrassment was too much.

The collar was handed to mistress who brought it over to me with a large grin on her face.. Cindy, property of Mistress D it reads she said and then placed it around my neck. Wear it at all times girl until I can fix your Adams apple. Yes mistress I replied and then I made a curtsey to her . Everybody in the shop burst out in hysterics and shouts of sissy rang out in my ears. Further shops were visited, in one I had to pick out a sissy pink handbag and matching purse. In another store we purchased items for my hangbag, mascara, lipstick, Tampax, condoms etc. Over the weeks the trips continued each time I was transformed further, each time I felt eyes upon me. I was becoming a regular attraction at the mall in my short dresses and maids outfits. People came up to Mistress and complemented her on her choice of maid and asked pertinent questions such as Has she still got balls?? I in effect became little more than Mistress promised at the beginning, a sex object. After another highly embarrassing trip to the mall to have my hair permanently bleach blonded I had to catch a taxi home. Mistress was out when I arrived and I little money on me. I apologised to the cabbie and asked if he could let me off this one time. No way slag came the reply, you are going straight to the police. I burst out crying, another effect of the hypnosis I am sure. The taxi driver relented as a result and offered that I should suck his dick as payment. I got on the floor of the cab and unzipped him, and started to suck him off. The warm cum in my mouth was revolting., but I had to finish him off nonetheless. Then he had me crawl onto my knees and lift my skirt and panties. My buttplug was removed and he forced himself into my rear. I thought I would explode the pain was unreal, eventually I felt him cum inside me. I starting crying all over again. "I think we are all square bitch " he said and tossed me onto the driveway before driving off. A slow clap began above me. "Bravo Cindy" said Mistress, I see your sexdrive has returned, you are such a slut, that was some performance I just watched. Now reinsert your plug and lets get you inside, your duties need to be carried out before I give you your next treat.

I headed to the house dishevelled and broken that day, not knowing that my insatiable appetite for sex would see me in a lot more compromising situations as time went by. My life as Cindy was truly on track now, I was the bimbo slut that Mistress owned and continued to shape as she wished and for the first time that day I accepted the fact and began to try and accept my new life. It brought rewards as a result. Mistress softened her attitude to me as time went on and when it came time for my breast enlargement she asked me what size I wanted, the hormones had got me to a 32A , I reckoned on a reasonable 34B which Mistress said she agreed with.. However when Mistress said she agreed to something that did not mean she couldn't change her mind, hence when I came round after the operation I found I had breasts twice the size. Also my lips had been enlarged and painted slutty red permanently. Just another joke for mistress, just another humiliation for myself.. I accepted it though and moved on because that is what blonde bimbos do.

And so my life advanced, we had stages where bells were attached to my nipples for amusement, others were I had to fondle myself when the nipples were delicate and easily aroused, Mistress ordered male prostitutes around once in awhile for me to release my sexual needs on , the list goes on and on. Her amusement at my predictament and new status never failed to wane., but the vindictive streak did go over time. Almost tenderly she nurtured me, showed me how to apply my own makeup, how to talk ladylike after my operation on the adams apple., how to serve men and how to be a complete slut when times called for it.

Tomorrow is a big day for me, when I awake Mistress is taking me to lose my penis and balls, in their place will be a vagina. It is the ultimate present from Mistress, hence I can't sleep now, I am nervous and excited at the same time. Cindy the maid will finally become Cindy the woman. Another chapter of my life is about to begin.

I will play with myself until sleep overcomes me, bimbos always need to play, and I am no exception.

  

  

  

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