The Bimbo Dream: A Bimbo Transformation Short Story

By Sadie Thatcher

Kelsey is a plain woman who wakes up one night from a nightmare. In her dream, she is a bimbo. Logically, Kelsey knows it is just a dream and that it should not affect her, but she is left feeling different after that first dream. The worst part is it is not a one-off event. Kelsey keeps dreaming about the bimbo version of herself.

However, each time Kelsey dreams about her bimbo counterpart, she unknowingly makes a change in herself. Piercings, hair appointments, impromptu clothes buying sprees all lead to Kelsey slowly changing herself in reaction to her dreams. Can Kelsey stop herself from becoming the bimbo she dreams about or will she dive in head first and embrace this new her? Find out in the Bimbo Dream.

This 9,500 word short story contains magical physical and mental transformations with descriptions of various sexual acts, breast enlargement and various other body augmentations. This story has strong adult content and should not be viewed by anyone under the age of 18. All characters found in the story are 18 or older.

The Bimbo Dream has appeared elsewhere before publication through Smashwords. This version has been substantially expanded for a better reading experience.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sadie Thatcher
• Release date: Feb 10, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463609453

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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Introduction

The Bimbo Dream began as a flash fiction story on Patreon. It received enough praise that I decided to expand it into a full length short story.

My initial plan had been to simply add to the original story, fleshing it out. However, I quickly came to the conclusion that adding to the original would not create the necessary narrative.

That led me to rewriting the entire story, following the same themes as the original, but taking the time to develop Kelsey, the main character, and even include a few additional characters.

I hope you enjoy this latest tale.

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The busty blonde bimbo wiggled down the street. Her tits bounced with each step, barely restrained in her skin tight micro dress with cutouts extending down both flanks revealing large swaths of skin, including the tiny heart-shaped birthmark on her hip.

Men catcalled and the bimbo simply cooed in response, enjoying the ravenous eyes on her exaggerated body. She batted her long eyelashes and blew kisses to her admirers. She seemed to have no sense of shame as she proudly displayed her body for all to see.

One man in particular seemed particularly crass. He walked by the bimbo, headed in the opposite direction. But as their paths crossed, he turned and swatted the woman hard on the ass. The bimbo jumped in surprise, but instead of screaming out at the violation of her body, her eyes fixated on the man and she giggled. It was as if she was appreciative of the attention, enjoying being manhandled by a complete stranger.

Kelsey sat straight up in bed, her heart pounding in her chest and as she breathed heavily. Her nightclothes were soaked with a cold sweat.

What the hell was that? Kelsey asked herself as she tried to piece her thoughts together. She looked around her room. Light was just beginning to peak through the windows. It was early, but not unreasonably early. There was little sense trying to go back to sleep. It would not be long before her alarm went off and she needed to get ready for work.

Kelsey pushed the bedcovers aside and climbed out of bed. However, the moment her feet touched the ground, she was overcome with a sudden sense of unease.

I have to check on something, she told herself as she marched toward the mirror. Her thoughts drifted toward her dream. The bimbo’s birthmark. It looked shockingly familiar.

Standing in front of her mirror, Kelsey saw the woman she had always known. Plain brown hair, a nondescript face, and an average body. That was the woman Kelsey had always been. Her one defining feature was a birthmark on her hip.

Kelsey raised her top slightly and pulled down on her pants, just enough to expose her hip. The birthmark was there, just as she expected. The heart-shaped birthmark had been there all her life. Kelsey visibly shuddered