The Curse of Playing Bimbo Tag: Jenna or Jenni

By Sadie Thatcher

Jenna couldn’t understand her roommate’s slide into bimbodom. That was, until her roommate kissed her, passing on a bimbo curse. Slowly, but surely, Jenna experiences her own transformation. On her way to turning into a bimbo, Jenna meets Hank, a star baseball player who she falls hard for.

Jenna has a choice. She can be Jenni, the fun loving and Hank-owned bimbo or she can go back to being her old plain self. All she needs to do to be Jenni is pass on the curse. What will she choose to do and who might be the next woman to be cursed?

This 15,500 word novella contains mental and physical transformations with descriptions of various bisexual acts, 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: Oct 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311049377

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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THE CURSE OF PLAYING BIMBO TAG: JENNA OR JENNI

By

Sadie Thatcher

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The Curse of Playing Bimbo Tag: Jenna or Jenni

Copyright © 2014 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.

Ugh, I complained as I sat in the library hunched over a book.

Shh, the librarian hissed at me over the noise I had made.

I think it was my first Saturday morning that I had ever spent in the college library. Any other weekend I would have been spending this time sleeping off a hangover, but this happened to be the weekend that Professor Hackett decided to assign the big midterm project. He assigned it in class on Friday and he expected it turned in when we returned to class on Monday.

I couldn’t wait to be done with Professor Hackett and his dumb statistics class. If I didn’t need it for my psychology major I would never have bothered taking it. Actually, most of the problem was Professor Hackett himself. He had some screwed up notion that he was the reason students took his class. He was the most arrogant man I had ever met and he walked around campus like he was some rock star with a gaggle of cooing groupies following him. Except he wasn’t a rock star and he didn’t have any groupies.

I slammed my book closed in frustration, the sound echoing throughout the library. The librarian glared at me. I ignored her and leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes for a moment. I was operating on far too little sleep for a Saturday.

The walk back to my apartment was a short one. I decided I needed a break. It was almost lunch time so I figured I could go home and eat lunch and drink a cup of coffee to help me get through the rest of the day. I knew I would be back in the library again before the day was through.

I walked into the kitchen at home, my backpack still on my shoulders, and I saw Maria, my roommate, sitting at the table finishing a bowl of cereal. Maria was the reason I was so tired. She had brought a guy home Friday night and the two of them had kept me up half the night with all of the loud sex they were having.

The thing was that I wasn’t even sure Maria had had sex before. She always skirted the subject when I brought it up. It seemed like she thought I was a slut because I had had sex with a few guys I had met at school. It’s not like four guys in three years was particularly a lot. Maria just seemed to come from a very puritan upbringing.

The weird thing was how Maria had been acting for the last two days. I had dragged her to a club Thursday night. She had fought me the whole way about it, wanting to go home, but I kept convincing her to stay. There was this bimbo at the club that I guess kind of assaulted Maria while I was on the other side of the dance floor trying to find a guy to dance with.

Assault might be too strong a word. All the bimbo did was hug and kiss Maria, but that was enough to send her into shock or something like that. For the rest of the night, Maria acted like she was drugged out of her mind. I thought about taking her to the hospital, but she didn’t seem to be in any danger, so I just let her sleep it off.

Friday was when Maria started doing some really strange things. I wanted to help her, but all she wanted to do was go shopping and go out clubbing again. I would have gone