Tales from the Bimbo Ward: Tegan

By Sadie Thatcher

Tegan Reynolds is one of the smartest people on the planet. Her academic accolades are without equal. On her way to her first date in years, Tegan is blindsided by an unknown vehicle, sending her to the hospital. Instead of waking in an ordinary hospital room, Tegan finds herself a guest of Ward B, better known as the Bimbo Ward, a state of the art bimbofication research facility.

Tegan quickly finds herself at the mercy of Dr. Scott as she is slowly transformed from a hard working academic, working to finish her Ph.D dissertation on her “Theory of Interconnectedness,” into a platinum haired bimbo named Tia, whose only concerns are pleasing her master and satisfying the new urges of her body.

However, Tegan is given a choice in the end. Will she choose to give up her former life and live the life of Tia, or will she retain her intelligence and go back to academia?

Tales of the Bimbo Ward is a 20,000 word story that includes bimbo transformation and mind control. This story contains descriptions of masturbation, oral sex and body alterations. This story has strong adult content and should not be viewed by anyone under the age of 18. All characters found in the following story are 18 or older.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sadie Thatcher
• Release date: Feb 8, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301105298

Sadie Thatcher

Sadie Thatcher grew up in a small conservative town (think Footloose). Spending all that time in a sexually repressed place has led Sadie to need to explore her sexuality through prose. Sadie has been a long time writer, but has now become confident enough to share the explorations of her deepest and darkest sexual fantasies. Enjoy.

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TALES FROM THE BIMBO WARD: TEGAN

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Sadie Thatcher

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Tales from the Bimbo Ward: Tegan

Copyright © 2013 by Sadie Thatcher

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Adult Reading Material:This story contains strong adult content and should not be viewed by anyone under the age of 18. All characters found in the following story are 18 or older.

There are many dangers in the world. One of the more dangerous activities, as it turns out, is something that many people do each and every day, at least in first world countries like the United States. Of course this dangerous activity is driving a car, or really in vehicle. It is a calculated risk, where in the driver and any passengers place themselves in danger so that they may reach a destination more quickly than by more antiquated means.

Driving is dangerous in the best of conditions, but becomes exponentially more so when rain, wind and darkness descend upon a city that is not accustomed to such severe conditions. Streets flood, headlights blind and wind ushers cars out of their prescribed location. Add to that the combined notion that some drivers overcompensate for the conditions, driving more slowly than needed and another set of drivers that recklessly ignore the poor conditions, weaving in and out of traffic at high speeds.

This was the condition that Tegan Reynolds found herself in as she tried to drive across town for a date with a man she had met at an omniology conference a month earlier who, as he had told Tegan, happened to be stopping for a visit while returning home from a professorship interview at a university somewhere up north. She was not sure which university. Such was the nature of her new relationship with Josh Milgrew, a man she barely knew, except that he said he was from back east. In fact, Tegan was surprised to hear from Josh at all, considering they only had a brief interaction at the conference in Austin, Texas. She hadn’t even given him her number, but as she was a major speaker at the conference it was no surprise that he was able to find her contact information from the conference organizers.

The conference itself had gone poorly for Tegan. Moments before she went to backup her presentation, her desktop computer stopped working. Died would be a more accurate description, especially given the popping noise from inside the case followed by wisps of smoke coming out the back. She took the computer into the university Technology Department, but all the techie on duty did after a short examination of the computer innards was to point at the inoperable computer and pretend to shoot it.

Tegan was able to give her presentation, but she only had a few visuals that she was able to scrape together on short notice, which made the whole thing underwhelming. The other presentations had been interesting and she returned home with new ideas on how to expand her research. The culminating social event was where she had met Josh. He had seemed like a nice enough guy, and he was reasonably attractive in her inexperienced eyes, but she felt he probably was not her type. Tegan liked her guys as brainy as her, which excluded all but a few of the entire world’s population, but she also desired what she would describe as suave.

Despite her reservations, Tegan found herself driving across town in the pouring rain, in the dark and holding the steering wheel with white knuckles, keeping the gale force winds from blowing her 1970 Beetle, a high school graduation gift from her father, from blowing into oncoming traffic.

Why am I doing this? Tegan asked herself out loud. This weather is nuts. I should just cancel. I really should be working on my dissertation anyways.

Still, Tegan showed no signs of turning around. There was a large part of her that actually wanted to continue and meet up with Josh, because it had been so long since she last went on a date, more than most people would willingly admit to. And Tegan knew that she was risk averse and often avoided social interactions, preferring instead to get lost in her research.

I’m doing this, Tegan steeled herself. At the very least, I could possibly bounce some ideas off of him and see if others could grasp the more nuanced aspects.

To say the least, Tegan Reynolds was a brilliant woman. She finished high school at the normal time, her father forcing her to stay, despite earning enough credit to graduate at sixteen, so that she could expand her social skills. It did not particularly help. It would be an understatement to say that Tegan then excelled in college. She created her own interdisciplinary major, focusing on the interconnectedness of everything. Her major thesis was considered to be the finest piece of academic writing that her college had ever produced, including that written by faculty members. However, Tegan’s undergraduate career was short, as she finished her degree in two years. Now two years later, Tegan was close to finishing her Ph.D dissertation on her Theory of Interconnectedness. Universities from around the world had courted her, and she had chosen based on her needs of world class research facilities and the greatest diversity of graduate programs possible to draw from. It was little wonder she had ended up in California, despite having no interest in the recreational activities the locale provided.

Tegan had turned onto a