Bimbo, Texas

By Gregor Daniels

Deep in the heart of Texas, the town of Bimbo is home to over one thousand blonde, curvy, and stacked ladies, all with an insatiable libido and low intelligence. Although it is invisible on most maps, one man believes that the only way to rejuvenate his marriage is to bring his wife along on an unusual vacation into the town, which just so happens to have transformative properties on visitors.

Length: 16,800 words

This work of fiction contains adult material and explicit scenes with erotic descriptions. Themes include bimbo transformations, diminishing IQ, nymphomaniacs, and other perverted fantasies. For mature audiences only. All characters over 18 years old.

Excerpt:

"Have you noticed there's no men in the town at all?"

I brushed my hands against my pants and turned back to my wife. "What?"

"Seriously. Have you seen one guy here? I don't think I have."

I put my hand on my chin, keeping up an appearance of looking like I was in deep thought. "Now that you mention it, no. Just women."

Katherine held out her hand and raised fingers on the number of odd occurrences she had witnessed. "Okay, so no men. No traffic. Perverted local channels. Sexually-themed shops in town. A gas attendant that looked more appropriate for some Playboy spread. Is this the town that you were talking about?"

A small bead of sweat ran down my forehead. The sun was shining directly into the window, and the air conditioning was struggling to keep the place cool. "Well, some guys said there was a town out west of Odessa. They didn't give me the name of it, though. Just some place with a motel we could stay at."

Katherine scooted herself to the edge of the bed. "Why didn't we stay in Odessa?"

I tugged on the neckline of my shirt. "Higher motel prices. They practically cost an arm and a leg in bigger towns. Besides, the more we can travel in one day, the less there will be to go tomorrow."

I leaned over and kissed my wife on the forehead. Her brow crunched up into several winkles as she looked up at me. "Whatever this vacation is supposed to be, I hope it was worth it. I expect my man to have something big planned for the twenty-year anniversary."

"Oh, I've got something."

"As long as it makes me feel young again, I don't care what it is."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: Dec 7, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311678188

Gregor Daniels

Gregor Daniels is an erotica author that specializes in gender swap and erotic transformation fetishes. New stories are typically released weekly and feature a variety of themes. Have you ever had fantasies to be a girl? Then look no further ...Contact the author directly on Twitter to discuss stories, share your favorite ideas and fantasies, scenes, and characters, or to just talk about nothing in particular.

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Bimbo, Texas

Published by Gregor Daniels at Smashwords

Copyright 2013 Gregor Daniels

For ADULTS Only. All Characters Over 18.

The sun was just beyond its peak in the blue sky, hidden behind the brim of my grey polyester snap cap. Beyond the cowl of the hood was lifeless asphalt, stretching ahead until it disappeared over the shimmering horizon. A desolation, dirt landscape surrounded us on all sides, as the car's tires rumbled over the bumps and potholes that were in dire need of repair.

The interstate was barren, save for an automobile that would pass in the eastward direction a couple of times per minute. Sometimes I even found myself counting them, and watching the digital clock on the dash. The most was seven, but more often than not it was one or two.

The upholstery beneath me would be stuck in the shape of my posterior for several hours after I had exited the front seat, and the scent of hot asphalt I'd remember even in a refreshing shower of minty body-wash and the strongest of shampoos.

Yet, my hands gripped the steering wheel firmly, and I feverishly searched the end of the highway ahead for the first signs of our destination. Beside me was a folded map, with a town circled in red marker. Twenty miles to the southwest of Odessa was a little town that very few had heard of. I had purchased several maps just to find any indication that it wasn't just a tall tale passed on through the words of local residents. I still remembered my excitement after unraveling the last one and focusing my eyes on those tiny, black letters that blended in so well with the topography lines.

How much more? My wife's voice was soft and strained. Can't we stay at the town we just passed through?

Odessa? Nah, there's another place not far up ahead. Old town that's been there for a hundred years. They'll have a motel to stay at.

What is it called?

With one hand on the wheel, I grabbed the map and pushed it into my rear pocket until it was completely inside. No idea. Just heard it from other people. I ain't never been to it before. It's there, though.

Katherine didn't say a single word after then. Instead, she returned to her original position, slumped against the passenger door and holding her head up on her right palm. Her golden hair was supported by grey roots, which had gotten longer over the past three months. Heavy wrinkles held up her eyes, and a loose tan sweater concealed her upper half.

I remembered the better days when she pranced around on the beach in a bikini, displaying as much of her body as legally possible. All the men would stare at the dark line of cleavage, or her rump bouncing around as she trotted in the sand. Katherine would smile at all of them, letting the wandering eyes of those around travel all down her body.

Recently, the clothes had grown in coverage and transformed into something more appropriate for a grandmother on her recliner with a knitting kit in her hand. Gone were the tube tops showing a flat stomach and the short skirts displaying a pair of killer legs. No more high heels, either.

Sometimes I wondered if the woman in my memories was the same one still by my side twenty years later. They both had the same blue eyes and the golden hair, but beyond that I couldn't compare the two.

So there's a town up ahead, somewhere?

My eyes focused on the path between the faded yellow and white lines. Somewhere. Can't be too much further, really. Shouldn't be long.

Somewhere. Though the map proved otherwise, I still had a doubt in my mind that such a place could exist. People I had talked to back in Odessa confirmed that it was where the red circle pinpointed it to be, but most didn't mention the name of the town unless someone else talked about it first. They were all pretty hushed about mentioning it.

After another few minutes, I glanced over to see Katherine's eyes closed and heard some light snores coming out of her lips. It took a certain kind of mind to stay awake on a road like this, so I couldn't blame her. There wasn't much to look at other than tumbleweeds and the sparse traffic. All the radio stations were static or Mexican talk shows that I couldn't understand a single word of.

Regardless, I was wide awake.

* * *

Bimbo, Texas

Population: 1,746

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My eyes watched the metal sign as it passed by my wife's side of the car, and then moved to the mirror, where it vanished out of sight about thirty seconds later. Up ahead appeared to be a small town, but I was still hesitant to believe it to be anything other than a mirage. It