Stolen Suggestions: A Bimbo Transformation Novella

By Sadie Thatcher

Jenna is a thief. It’s just a hobby, but that doesn’t stop her from breaking into a bimbo’s house and stealing a piece of jewelry. The gold collar looks beautiful, but it is also magic. Whoever wears it becomes heavily influenced by the power of suggestion.

All it takes is a few ill-chosen comments to set everything in motion. Jenna finds herself changing as soon as her boyfriend starts speaking. And it gets even worse when his best friend gets in on the action. That is, until Jenna finds peace with being a bimbo.

But just how much will Jenna change as she wears the collar? How will Jenna handle her new proclivities? How will her boyfriend? Find out in Stolen Suggestions.

This novella is a bimbo transformation story. It is the second book in the Bimbo Collar Series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sadie Thatcher
• Release date: Dec 17, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215971055

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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Stolen Suggestions

STOLEN SUGGESTIONS

A BIMBO TRANSFORMATION NOVELLA

BIMBO COLLAR

BOOK TWO

SADIE THATCHER

Copyright © 2023 by Sadie Thatcher

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All characters are 18 years of age or older.

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

About the Author

Also by Sadie Thatcher

1

Jake had told me a thousand times to stop stealing. He insisted that someday I would get caught and it would not just hurt me, but him as well. He was Jake, the lawyer. I was just Jenna, the personal trainer, but lately that wasn't enough anymore. It hadn't taken long for us to settle into our lives together as a couple. But living together meant that we got bored much faster than when we were apart. That is where Jake didn't understand me. When I was by myself, my life became routine and mundane. I needed the thrill of the steal to excite me. Without it I thought I would go crazy.

Of course Jake couldn't know that was why I did what I did. We had spent months talking about how I needed to quit my extracurricular activities, but it fell on deaf ears. I wasn't going to stop. I didn't want to stop. It was too much fun. And it wasn't like I wasn't careful.

Take this house, my latest target. The man of the house was out. I had watched from cover as he drove away. That just left his wife or girlfriend or whatever she was to him. She was some insanely stacked blonde bimbo. I'd gotten a chance to hear her talk on the phone during one of my scouting trips. I was honestly surprised she could string two sentences together. She was hot, but so, so dumb. I felt bad for her in a way. I couldn't imagine going through life like that, having no clue what was happening around me, completely reliant on my body to get by.

Usually I didn't enter a house unless I knew the residents were gone. But with this woman, I felt confident I could sneak in and out with her home, and without her knowing what was happening. Sure, she'd likely freak out when she noticed something was missing, but at least I would already be safe back at home.

However, I knew this trip would be a success when I spotted the bimbo getting into bed and taking a nap. She was practically begging me to come and take one of her belongings as I slipped into the house through a door that had been carelessly left unlocked. Not that anyone was going to bother these people. They lived in a rich neighborhood. Thievery just didn't happen here. Except for when I was around.

It was an exhilarating feeling knowing I was somewhere I wasn't supposed to be. I tiptoed my way through the first floor, making sure to avoid anything and everything that might make a sound. There was no rush. But if I wanted something truly valuable, and small, since there was no way I was carrying a giant tv out with me, I knew I needed to find her bedroom. There were usually good things in a woman's bedroom. Jewelry was always high on my list, although it wasn't always easy to fence.

I snuck through the house as quietly as I could. When I reached the bimbo's bedroom, I stood in the hallway and just listened. Her breathing was steady, telling me she was asleep. I let out a silent sigh of relief. Then I stepped through the doorway and surveyed my options.

To be fair, I expected a woman like this to be loaded with jewelry options. I walked up to the vanity where there was a highly polished wood box with what looked like a set