Going Bimbo

By Gregor Daniels

With graduation and a dissertation on the way, Carson is rapidly following in his father's footsteps—except for when Dad turned himself into a bimbo, abandoned his family, and ran away to live with a rich man. He had been so smart before. A renowned biologist. And then he willingly erased his intelligence in favor of being dumb and giggly. Carson is still trying to understand why his only role model decided to be so stupid. And he believes it's worth trying to get his real father back.

In his father's study, Carson finds the pink serum responsible. He has a sip in order to better understand Dad's decision. However, Carson's first and repeated temporary sprees as a ditzy bimbo don't help him find a cure; they begin to convince him that Dad maybe had a point about being dumb and girly.

It's kind of fun...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: Oct 6, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215208106

Gregor Daniels

Gregor Daniels is an erotica author that specializes in gender swap and erotic transformation fetishes. New stories are typically released weekly and feature a variety of themes. Have you ever had fantasies to be a girl? Then look no further ...Contact the author directly on Twitter to discuss stories, share your favorite ideas and fantasies, scenes, and characters, or to just talk about nothing in particular.

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Contents

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Epilogue

Copyright © 2023 Gregor Daniels

All rights reserved.

Only ADULTS beyond this point.

All characters are consenting adults at least eighteen years old.

1

School and final exams—as well as planning for my big dissertation—had kept me busy for the last month and a half, so I was eager to see my mom again. It was an unplanned visit. When the door opened, she gasped and hugged me like I’d been living on a moon colony for the past two years. Working toward a master’s degree sometimes felt like that: I was living in another world of higher languages and complex equations that the vast majority of people never learned about.

You have to stay for supper, she said, as she welcomed me inside.

Free meals? I said. You know exactly what it takes to keep me around.

Home always felt like a refuge. The campus wasn’t but a couple of hours away, but here I didn’t have to worry about grades and assignments. And Mom lived alone anyway; it never hurt to pay her a visit and remind her that at least one man in the family wasn’t forgetting about her.

The real reason for me stopping by was to inform her about graduation—which I could’ve done over the phone, but this was a big deal. Friday after next, I said.

You must be worn out, she said.

I shrugged. Took me six years instead of eight.

That’s because you inherited your father’s brain, she said, giving my noggin a shake. She clasped her hands against her chest and smiled like everything was right in the world. I always knew you were something special.

I endured another round of affection before I asked about my other parent.

Mom didn’t know where he was. I don’t ask, and he never calls me. She fiddled with her wedding ring. He might be in Morocco. Or France. I don’t know. He should be here to see his son get his Ph.D., and instead he’s… She threw her arms up and shook her head. I don’t want to think about it. I wish I knew where he was.

Have you looked in his study?

I’m afraid to go in there, Carson. So, I stay out.

I wasn’t surprised to hear that. I can take a look, if you want. Maybe find some clues.

You don’t have to. I guess it won’t change the world if he doesn’t show up.

But it would be nice.

It would.

As Mom started preparing supper, I went down the hall toward the room my dad had practically lived in during my teenage days

He was the smartest man I knew. He’d graduated high school at the age of twelve, gotten a full ride through MIT. At the time, the newspaper in our tiny town had run a story about the local wiz kid; Mom had gone to the library one day and printed off the articles so she could keep them and show me. Some towns produced congressmen, others were home to sports players and tech moguls and business magnates creating chain retail stores and fast food restaurants. Ours had my Dad. The kid super-genius, who was researching the possibility of putting glass greenhouses on Mars