My New Bimbo Life: A Transformation Novella

By Sadie Thatcher

Catherine Harris was depressed. She had let herself go as she mourned the tragic loss of much of her family. Six months after the accident she finally gets her act together and begins to make positive changes in her life.

However, Catherine meets Lizzy, her coworker and her new boss’s daughter. Lizzy had been a smart girl and even attended college for a while before she decided she liked to party more. Catherine is enamored with Lizzy and the lifestyle she has chosen for herself. As she grows closer to Lizzy she begins adopting a bimbo persona as she is led on a eye opening sexual adventure. Enjoy Catherine’s self actualized bimbo transformation journey as she goes from a normal office clerk to KC, a hedonistic party girl who wants nothing more than to spend the rest of her life as the hottest bimbo she can be.

This 15,360 word novella contains mental and physical transformations with descriptions of oral sex, breast enlargement and other 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: Jul 31, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301154746

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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MY NEW BIMBO LIFE: A TRANSFORMATION NOVELLA

By

Sadie Thatcher

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My New Bimbo Life: A Transformation Novella

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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.

Looking back, the last six months had been the absolute worst I could have ever imagined without my own death being involved. It had been nearly six months of deep and dark depression. I had quit my job and shunned the few people I considered friends. All of this because of a tragic accident that killed my parents and my husband of five years.

Catherine Harris, I called myself, using my full name like my mother would when I was young and I had made her angry, as I looked at my image in a mirror, you have to get control of yourself.

The picture of myself in the mirror disgusted me. I couldn’t believe that I had let myself go like I had. I hadn’t stepped on a scale since before the accident, but I figured I had to have gained nearly forty pounds. My skin was pale, nearly white from not leaving the house. My once silky brunette hair had grown long and hung from my head in a poorly kept ponytail. Everything about me looked sickly. It was time for a change.

Likely the one saving grace as I looked at myself in early morning hours of the first of January, the sun not yet up, was that I had not succumbed to specter of heavy drinking. I’m sure, given my depression of the time, I would have climbed into that bottle and never been able to find my way out again. But this story is not about what could have been, or the horrible life I had for those sixth months. This is a story about how I recovered and became a new woman.

I braced myself against the bathroom counter as I stared at my large figure. I couldn’t believe how badly I had let myself go. I had never been the best looking woman, but at twenty-five, I had looked young enough to pass for a much younger age. In college I had frequently been mistaken for a visiting high school student.

It was time for a new direction. The reflection I saw in the mirror was wearing a sweat suit. Given I had not been a fan of leaving the house and the fact that my waistline had been ever expanding, elastic waistbands had become my friends. I was afraid to look at what I might find underneath my sweatshirt: rolls of fat being far from the worst of it. The first thing was to clean house.

I walked into the kitchen and pulled out the box of trash bags I had stored there. I spent the entire morning working my way through the house and throwing anything that reminded me of the last six months into a bag. A trip to the dump would soon be in order.

It was tiring work and I had soon worked up a sweat. My breathing was ragged as I finally sat down on the well worn couch to rest. I desperately needed to get back into shape. I sat there berating myself for letting my weight climb so high, but after several seconds of self pity and derision, I snapped to attention.

Stop it, I said out loud, knowing my resolve needed to be vocalized. You know who’s to blame. Now it’s time to fix it.

I stood up and marched into my bedroom. I needed to join a gym. That meant leaving the house and finding something suitable. I was not going out in grubby sweatpants. Thirty minutes later I found myself entering a gym, wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt, both of which had belonged to my husband.