Something Bimbo Calls Him Home: A Gender Transformation Bimbo Story

By Sadie Thatcher

Sam Walker thinks he is going back to his home town to take care of his his inheritance. Little does he realize that just spending one night in his family home will be enough to change his life forever.

The house and his family are cursed. And it is a curse that Sam is unprepared for. A single night it all it takes to turn the adult males in his family into women. He had escaped his fate before, but now the curse finally catches up to him. He becomes Sammi, a pinnacle of femininity to contrast against his previous manliness. But there is more. The house has something a little extra for the newly-minted woman.

Will Sammi manage to figure out how to live as a woman or will she find a way to reverse the curse? And what else could the house have in store for her? Find out in Something Bimbo Calls Him Home.

This short story is 10,500 words long.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sadie Thatcher
• Release date: Sep 19, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005567309

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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Something Bimbo Calls Him Home

Something Bimbo Calls Him Home

A Gender Transformation Bimbo Story

Sadie Thatcher

Copyright © 2021 by Sadie Thatcher

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Something Bimbo Calls Him Home

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Something Bimbo Calls Him Home

Isat staring out the window at the passing fields as the train rattled along the tracks. This hadn’t been my plan for my homecoming, but life finds ways to throw curveballs.

After a long cross-country flight that was delayed twice and nearly rerouted through an airport I’d never heard of before, I had finally landed only to discover the car rental agency had lost my reservation and were out of cars. All of the rentals were out.

That was why I took the train. It was the only way left for me to reach my little hometown. There were no buses and the cost of a taxi or rideshare was way too high for the remaining leg of the journey. At least I would have access to a car once I arrived, but that was a minor bonus to a trip that had thus far been otherwise awful. Then again, it was hard to imagine a trip to sort through my mother’s affairs and plan her funeral was something anyone would look forward to. Death was death, no matter how much my mother and I never got along.

Growing up, there was no secret that my mother had wanted a girl. It was almost all she ever talked with me about, which would warp most developing minds. How I managed to come out of it all mostly unscathed was a minor miracle. Maybe it was the fact she really did love and care for me that kept me from completely losing it. Not to mention I got out of town as soon as I was able. With a summer birthday and a May graduation, I skipped town before my birthday and never looked back.

Well, now I was coming back. It had been years since I had seen the little town where I grew up. I had barely talked to my mother in all those years too. Now, it was too late. She was gone, just like that. I hadn’t even heard the cause of death yet, although I could guess a little bit. She had never been a woman who denied her sexual appetites. I didn’t even know if she held a steady job when I was growing up. All I knew was there were a lot of men who hung around the house, frequently different, but all with pleased smiles on their faces.

Looking back on it, I should have seen the signs for myself, but I lived in willful ignorance. I still did to a certain degree. Moving far away and reducing contact to barely the occasional email or phone call, no more than once per month, had kept it all out of sight and out of mind. Now, of course, given the circumstances, I was going to have to sort through it all. Such