My Chemical Bimbo: A Bimbo Transformation Story

By Sadie Thatcher

I just needed to relax. My senior thesis in chemistry was stressing me out, forcing me to remain at college for spring break instead of joining my friends at the beach.

Cosmos is my hippie neighbor. He’s a nice guy, but he experiments a lot with various drugs. But when he offers me a night of relaxation by testing something called bimbolic acid, I take him up on his offer. I convinced myself it was for science.

That night changes my life. The bimbolic acid transforms my body and when I’m on it, I’m a bit of a sex-crazed bimbo. But that night leaves me with a question to answer. Am I Twyla the college student or am I a sexy bimbo? Find out the answer in My Chemical Bimbo.

This short story is 9,500 words long. This story was originally written under commission.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sadie Thatcher
• Release date: Feb 20, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005827830

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 Chemical Bimbo

My Chemical Bimbo

A Bimbo Transformation Story

Sadie Thatcher

Copyright © 2021 by Sadie Thatcher

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Contents

Introduction

My Chemical Bimbo

About the Author

Also by Sadie Thatcher

Introduction

My Chemical Bimbo was written as a commissioned story. It has not been altered from its original submission.

If you are interested in a custom story of your own, please consider reaching out to Sadie via email ([e-mail]).

My Chemical Bimbo

U gh, I groaned as I heaved my backpack onto my shoulders. It was spring break, but I had just spent my first day off in the library, working on my senior thesis. Graduation seemed so close, but I had one big paper in my way before I could get there.

I could have spent my break at the beach. I could have left town, just like all my friends. It would have been fun. I was actually old enough to legally drink this year, so there would have been no stopping me from fully enjoying myself. That is, except for my senior thesis, which had been hanging around my neck for weeks. If only I had been more proactive and procrastinated less, I would be off having the time of my life. Or at least that’s what I assumed.

I definitely wasn’t having the time of my life in the school library. At least with all the students gone, it was quiet and a good place to get work done. When campus was full, the library tended to become a social hangout for the nerdier students. Given the makeup of the student body, that was almost everyone. Such was the life when attending a small and elite liberal arts college.

But the day was done. I felt as if I had just about fried my brain working all day. My stomach grumbled at the realization that I couldn’t remember what I ate for lunch. It felt like so long ago. I had eaten, right? I could only assume I would have, because food for me is sacred. At least it is from the standpoint that I crave three meals per day and avoid extra sweets whenever possible. I’ve always been blessed with a slender figure, but that required some upkeep. I couldn’t eat whatever I wanted and expect to remain fit and trim. The exercise was important for that too.

My apartment was several blocks off campus. It was a bit of a hike, considering I had to go uphill. Getting to class in the morning felt easy, since I was traveling downhill. But going home always felt like a chore. It was made worse by all the books I was lugging around in my backpack. All