Wanting More: A Gender Transformation Bimbo Story

By Sadie Thatcher

Daniel is having the worst day of his life. He is first laid off from his job, then his car is towed. Daniel spends several hours drinking at a bar, making himself drunk and angry. After randomly yelling at a group of women who threaten to call the police, he hides in a secluded meditation garden. Only Daniel is not alone in the garden. There is strange man there.

After nearly getting into a fight with the strange man, Daniel finds his world changing as the man not only decides to punish him by turning him into a bimbo named Dani, but the man decides to claim Dani as his own. Can Daniel/Dani get away without permanent damage or will Dani begin leading a new life alongside the strange man? Find out in Wanting More.

This 10,500 word short story contains magical physical and mental transformations, including gender transformation, 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.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sadie Thatcher
• Release date: Aug 10, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005230517

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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Wanting More

Wanting More

A Gender Transformation Bimbo Story

Sadie Thatcher

Copyright © 2020 by Sadie Thatcher

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Wanting More

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Wanting More

I hate my life.

That was the only conclusion I could come to as I miserably staggered down the street. The day had started off bad. I got laid off from my job.

The company I worked for had just been bought out by a private equity firm and they were looking to trim the fat. I called bullshit on that. They were just trying to milk the company for its assets before they dissolved it. But in the meantime, they could save some money by cutting staff.

As a relatively new hire who had moved across the country for this job, I was the first person to go. I had no seniority, but also little experience as I had just entered the workforce.

Had I known the company was up for sale, I never would have accepted the job offer. I supposed I should have asked during my final interview, but that’s not something I was thinking about at the time.

It didn’t help that I didn’t have any savings. I spent all my money moving across the country and plopping down first and last month’s rent on a place to live. I had nothing.

And the severance package was a joke. $500. That was it. It wasn’t even a week’s pay.

But it got worse.

The private equity executives decided that I had overstayed my welcome and they towed my car from the parking lot while I was still meeting with Human Resources to finalize my severance pay. Not only will my severance now go to getting my car out of impound, but the same private equity firm that bought out my company also owns the tow company.

I think it was safe to assume this was the worst day of my life. All I could figure to do was crawl into the nearest bar and drink heavily. Daniel Perkins was an unemployed drunk. That’s all there was to it.

I had probably worked my way through half a bottle of cheap whiskey when the bartender finally cut me off. I could barely keep myself upright on the barstool. I cursed the guy out. Lou, I think his name was. He threatened to call the cops. Instead, I paid my bill and left. I didn’t need the police to make my day any worse.

So I staggered out of the bar and began to wander.

I was drunk enough I didn’t really know where I was. I was so new to the area, I hadn’t had a chance to explore, only knowing my route between my apartment and my former workplace.

To say that I was drunk and angry would be an understatement. I randomly yelled at passersby. They had done nothing, but draw my attention. There were three