Bimbo Trouble

By Lyka Bloom

An attempt to swindle an old woman out of her money leads to a tale of magical feminization and bimbo vengeance.

Kevin thinks he can make a quick buck by undervaluing items marked for auction in the home of a widow. In addition to these possessions, the widow sends Kevin home with a strange idol. The influence of the idol becomes all too apparent as the bodies of the conspirators change along with their minds, transforming them into sexy bimbos with one thing on their minds!

A tale of male-to-female transformation and sexy justice!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyka Bloom
• Release date: Dec 8, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005329648

Lyka Bloom

Lyka Bloom writes various forms of fiction, but erotica has become a new passion. She preferstransformations and games of control, and enjoys exploring all the perverse kinks bubbling beneath the surface of sexuality.

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BIMBO TROUBLE

by Lyka Bloom

BIMBO TROUBLE

First Edition. December 8, 2022 at Smashwords.

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The house was a good find. Two floors, big floorplan, lots of antiques. The old codger who'd owned the place before he kicked off had to be loaded. That wasn't Kevin's concern, though. That money would be willed to relatives or tied up in probate, or who knows what. No, Kevin had his eye on the décor. Old houses like this were a treasure trove of knick-knacks and old furniture that were worth a small fortune. He had only to glance at the oak tables and the porcelain angels under glass to know there were some good items. Dana had done him right, and not just the quickies she was usually game for. Working in the office of an auctioneer gave her a preview of upcoming estate sales. In this case, she rang Kevin and told him the place was giant and filled with enough old crap that some of it had to be worth something.

While he strolled through the house, movers were collecting some of the furniture while others were cataloging items for the auction. The old lady the now-dead codger left behind was taking some of the furnishings, but moving into a smaller house, or maybe with her kids in Phoenix so she could be a burden on them for a while before she kicked off, too. That, also, was not Kevin's concern.

He made a note to check on the names of some of the artists whose paintings hung on the walls. It was unlikely that they would be anyone of note, but you never could tell. One of those landscapes could be worth thousands, enough to make it worth a visit to the old woman who likely inherited this collection of curiosities. He'd seen more than a handful of figurines and carvings he knew he could make some money on, but nothing that would score him more than high three- or low four-figure payouts. You collect enough of the small scores, it amounted to a fair amount of cash. Kevin took a left into the great dining room and eyed the cabinets filled with plates and silverware on display. Some of that had to be real silver, which meant some easy cash.

Did you know Robert?

Kevin turned on his heel toward the voice. He instinctively hid the notepad in his hand behind his back. It didn't pay for someone to catch a glimpse of his valuations.

I'm sorry? No, I never had the pleasure. I'm here with the insurance company. I hope this isn't a bad time.

By the looks of the lady, there wasn't a good one in the near future. Streaks of dark makeup drew down her cheeks, wiped away but still visible. Her eyes were red and pale with age, though they must have been blue and vibrant once upon a time. Her blue dress was elegant, highlighted by a red and gold brooch Kevin would have liked to get his hands on, but the old bird would likely wear that one right into the ground. Still, he knew the game. Kevin took the old woman's gnarled hands in his and patted the top of one. He learned how not to recoil at the papery feel of an old woman's skin.

This must be a very difficult thing to navigate. Mr. Holmstead was a beloved man.

Yes, he was. A good man. And those were rare even back when I met him. She tilted her head. You're with the insurance, you said?

Yes, ma'am, putting some estimates together. I am to understand that you are auctioning off many of the items?

Yes, that's right.

If you don't mind me saying, I believe I could handle some of these items for you and fetch you a better price than you would at auction. Not everything, but a few items for sure.

Is that something the insurance company does now? she asked. Her rheumy eyes narrowed. She was old, but Kevin saw a sharpness in that look, too.

No, ma'am, just a little work I do on the side. How about I bring you an offer tomorrow? Take it or leave it, no pressure either way. But if I can help someone in a time of need, how can I not?

You are very kind, she said.

Rob flipped through the pictures on Kevin's phone. His office at the college was dark, the students already gone for the day. Books were piled on the chairs and crammed every way on the shelves. Rob might not have been much for housecleaning, but he was a clever anthropologist to be sure. And he possessed a certain moral flexibility that made his partnership with Kevin profitable for them both.

I don't think the paintings are much of anything. The china is nice. Some of the sculptures, too. The big get would be that vase on the pedestal in the foyer. The color and shape look like a Ming. That might be a million easy at auction.

I barely looked at it, Kevin confessed.

That's what you have me for, pal. Anything else you saw?

Kevin shook his head. "Nothing that I didn't get a