Bea avoided glancing at her phone, as she cursed once again, smudging the eyeliner she was trying to get just right. How could it be so difficult to make the other eye match the other one. She was trying to stamp it on but her lashes kept getting in the way! She barely noticed the cold breeze that settled in her room or the slinking shadow sunken in the corner of her room.
“How did a woman like you end up in such a rotten shape?” A voice curled in her ear, causing her to jolt upwards dragging the eyeliner down her cheek. She felt a hand close around her throat, pry eyes darting before her and then the grip released itself and she was looking at a very tall woman. Pink hair, red highlights, perfect eyeliner. This was not the same woman that had turned her, Selene, was it? Slitted eyes, nearly hiding a smoldering gaze that ended in her plump lips. From a certain angle she might have looked serpentine. “Well?”
The words died on her lips. Bea was trying not to bolt. She could call 911 or scream but by then it would have been too late. Bea tried not to look at the woman’s long nails, or her very thick thighs or her boobs. If only hers were that big.
“I don’t mind if you stare, honey. .”
Bea tried to catch her breath, tried not to notice the smell of tobacco-honey saturating the room, making her head just a little bit heavy, noticing her thoughts beginning to drift.
“But you should know…I don’t like my girls very smart. I have a thing for bimbos.” Bea suddenly found it harder and harder to focus, harder to think. “There you go. Just let all those nasty thoughts drift away. You’re going to be a vacant and pliable doll just for me.”
Bea was just faintly aware of the woman’s nails slowly raking down her back, and noticing how wet she was getting. “There we go. You want this. You want to be mine.” Her fingers tickled at the back of her neck, making her hum. “But it’s a lot more fun,” the woman said. “if it’s consensual.”
Bea felt her thoughts return as she felt the room spun into focus, but her arousal had not diminished. Though the fear, the fear had definitely returned.
“Who, no, what are you?”
“I would assume you’ve met my sister, that’s a little problematic, but honestly not really because you are far more delectable now then you were before when you were in that rotten shape. Your scent is of course, but you have a lot to learn.”
Bea blinked.
“Nyssa. Charmed,” the tall woman bowed and then kissed her hand. “I fell for you the moment I saw you. In the park, with my sister doing what she does best...ruining the fun.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I can give you everything you want my dear. I could give you money, fame, a night out of town, not a new girlfriend—I’m not that desperate and I have plenty, but anything that will prevent you from being cooped up in here. And eventually you’ll be my begging bimbo bitch.”
“I’m not following.”
“Oh, well maybe you don’t even need the spell.” Nyssa snapped her fingers together, and Bea’s arousal spiked once more. She squeezed her thighs together as it burned through her. It felt as if someone was running a finger up and down her thighs.
“The bottom line is I know just what you want, and I’m willing to give it to you without repercussions.”
“Now hold on,” Bea squeaked, trying not to rub her thighs together.
"Hold on what?"
"You can't just leave me like this."
“Oh I can," she tutted. "Look at you! Utterly desperate to get off. The question will it be by me or someone else’s hands? Perhaps a stranger that will break in that newly minted cunt of yours. I wonder what will get you off faster, men, or women, a cute little enby, might even become a little group activity you can savor.”
Bea moaned as Nyssa snapped her fingers once more and an image of her being bent over, being taken, his dick, now her dick ramming into her, pistoning in and out. Another flash and a woman was sitting on her face as she lapped eagerly, struggling to think.
“But I’m not that cruel.”
Nyssa snapped her fingers and the arousal abated. Slightly. Bea realized she was a panting mess.
“I just knew you were perfect the first time I saw you.”
“Oh god,” Bea panted. “Can’t I just have a normal day?”
“Normal is boring. So what will it be? A night out of town with me? Or wishing me away?”
“You said you could do anything, make me anything.”
“Now we’re talking.” There was a glint in the demoness's eyes.
“You wouldn’t judge me if—”
"You wanted this? Nonsense. That's why I'm here." Nyssa drew her close. “And Bea, I would never judge you for anything. None of my girls are judged for what they like. Besides, I can see what you want, and I could recognize it from the first time I’ve laid eyes on you. All of your hidden desires. I've seen them all.”
“Wow."
"It's almost as if you're naked."
"Okay, stop. Let me think."
"We have all the time in the world."
"What if it’s only for one night? This bimbo stuff.”
“Bimbo stuff…you act as if saying the words will poison you.”
And Nyssa snapped her fingers again, only for the arousal to dissipate.
“I don’t want to be utterly stupid, just a little bit dumber. Think less, make this girl shit easier on me okay! I don’t understand why it comes so naturally to other girls. I just feel lost so often.”
“You're not the only one. And like many of my girls, you didn’t grow up with it. You only changed shape a week ago. It would be unfair to expect anything of you.”
“Could you do it though? Lower my inhibitions, make me dumb--not overthinking anything for one night?”
“Oh,” Nyssa drew out a sharp breath. “I could make you that way for the rest of your life if I wanted to. A simpering, brainless mess. Cute blush by the way, a very nice touch.”
“Thanks, I think. I just want it to feel easy, for once," she bit her lip. "But what’s the catch?”
“You’re the catch.”
And Bea rolled her eyes. “You’re after my soul or something.”
“No,” and Nyssa said. “I just want your ecstasy willingly.”
Bea let out a sharp inhale at that.
“And you’ll turn me back at the end of the night.”
“Of course. If you so desire.”
“I know how these stories go,” Bea mumbled.
“Oh so you’re a connoisseur! OF course you are. A natural dumb little bubbly slut down to your core. It's not a bad thing, trust me. Just think how it would feel to let loose, but there is one condition since I am doing you a favor. You don’t get to cum for anyone else but me.”
“That hardly seems fair.”
“Think of it! Your dream body so desperate, so willing, pent up and without worry. You won’t get pregnant, and you won’t—”
Bea slumped in her chair.
“Are you pouting? You're pouting. I--I’m giving you the time of your life tonight.”
It was stupid. It seemed to suck the air out of the room. What if she wanted that? Not in that way. She knew she couldn’t get pregnant even if Selene had changed her shape. “What if I somehow want that? Being a mom someday, but I know it’s impossible.”
Nyssa’s gaze softened. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“So even you don’t have that power?"
"I don't. I'm sorry, dear."
Bea appeared not to hear her. "I doubt even a child would want someone like me anyways.”
“Someone like you? Oh come on. Just cause you're a bimbo doesn't mean you can't be a mom. Bimbo doesn’t mean empty headed, giggling, vapid, and vain cumslut all the time. It’s a lifestyle change. It’s empowering. There are smart bimbos too.”
"I find that hard to believe."
Bea paused. “If I go through with this, if...will you protect me? Make sure I’m not roofied or god forbid kidnapped in an ally, or abducted by some other supernatural being?”
“I wouldn’t let that happen to you,” Nyssa said. “Not when you’re mine, of course!”
“Of course.”
“So that’s a yes.”
Bea’s phone buzzed again. An ad for a local speed dating session darted across her screen.
“I have one condition.”
Nyssa groaned.
“Hold onto my phone for me.”
“With pleasure, my lovely.”
“And maybe tone it down a bit.”
“Tone it down?” The woman didn’t seem to understand the request, but she didn't expect her.
Oh well. Maybe this was about to be the biggest mistake in her life. But the woman was right. Maybe she wouldn’t remember it at all.
The woman kissed her hand. “I will take good care of you.”
That’s what worried her the most.
***
“Eyes on me, pet,” Nyssa said. Bea’s pulse was hammering. “Nothing to be afraid of.”
And then she felt it wash over her. Just the smallest lick of pleasure. Starting at her thighs.
“How are you doing that?”
“Don’t worry your pretty little head.” Despite how derogatory that seemed she felt another burgeoning wave of pleasure encompass her.
“The more you belong to me, the more you feel connected to my arousal, the dumber you’ll be.”
"Connected," but Bea didn't speak another word as her breath caught. Her thighs grew damp, intense with yearning—it felt so damn good. Her thoughts drifted. She barely noticed her bust swelling with each breath and the arousal. It was too much! She felt it in her thighs and in her ass too. Plump. Curves. Curves she wanted! She needed release. She rubbed at herself with wanton need overcoming her. The need to cum overpowering every single thought, but she couldn’t get there! And didn’t know why! IT was soo hard.
“Eyes on me, dumb slut.”
She continued to rub but it felt so good. She couldn’t stop.
“Perhaps, I took too much from you.”
"Mmmhmmm." Bea mumbled to herself, lost in the endless fog.
"I thought it would turn out like this...I should have been more careful."
Bea locked eyes with the woman across from her, still lost in the haze. Nyssa had been lying. She clearly wanted her. And who wouldn’t? She continued to rub as the woman came over. She looked a little sad, but she pressed her hand to the back of her head and Bea felt a bit of focus return.
“What did you...? Holy fuck.” The arousal surged.
“I gave you back some of your smarts. Having you utterly dumb like that was breaking the mood.”
“You gave me back what?”
“There’s my girl. Perhaps you’re finding it hard to focus. I’ve dulled your arousal. That way it’s more satisfying.”
Bea giggled as Nyssa peppered her with kisses.
“Ummm, we should go out sometime. You’re kind of hot. Definitely my type.”
“Kind of…wait, I am?”
“Ohh yeah. Oh wait, I totally should get ready. You should too.”
“Darling, I don’t need to change.”
“I have the cutest heels for this, and I have a jacket that will look absolutely perfect on you. Trust me, babe.”
“I’m sure you do.”
Bea eyed Nyssa. “Do you always feel this horny.”
Nyssa coughed. “A fraction of what you might feel now but I have self-control. Unlike you mortals.”
“Mmmmhmm.” Bea wasn’t interested, suddenly lost in a variety of different jackets. “Why are you so nervous. Come over herreee. I need you.”
Bea’s hands roamed over the demoness taut stomach. Her abs were to die for. “You’re so perfect, Nyssa.”
“Um.”
“That’s my line!”
“Of course,” Nyssa nearly tripped over the bimbo as she grabbed her hips. Without a second’s thought she kissed Nyssa on the cheek. “We don’t have to go out,” she said biting her lip. “You can fuck my brains out if you want.”
“Not that there’s much. Like I said, Bea. I will protect you, and consent is important.”
“Aww come on. I really want you, Nyssa. Like look how wet I am for you,” she grabbed Nyssa’s hand and guided it to her lips, slick with arousal. “I’m absolutely wet for you.”
“That’s cause you're sharing my arousal, darling!”
“Nyssa,” she whined. “Please don’t move your fingers. I like them there.” She held her hand there. Bea knew how to get what she wanted. “Did you not like here me? I’m dripping for you. I don’t like to go out anyways…not yet anyways.”
Bea watched the demoness search her eyes; she was doing something as if she was looking right through her, and Bea pulled her close, feeling Nyssa spread her lips, slip her fingers inside of her. Bea’s hips moved back matching her rhythm, wanting more. Her body was so sensitive. She pressed herself against Nyssa her nipples brushing against the demoness’s. The haze ran through her mind as Nyssa steadied her pace, her arousal climbing. It felt so good. So totally good, but she couldn’t cum. She still couldn’t cum.
Bea rocked her hips as Nyssa pressed down on her clit, and she cried out, but Nyssa withdrew her fingers and she eagerly sucked on them.
“I’m so horny for you, Nyssa. Please. Please. Please,” the bimbo begged.
“The night is young, and we have places to go! People to see.” The lesson was taught, and Bea watched as Nyssa coughed once more and drew away from Bea. That made her sad again!
“Wait. I don’t want to go.”
“You don’t want to have fun.” Fun, fun sounded good. Her pink stained brain agreed with her. AS long as she was with Nyssa it would be even better! Bea giggled to herself or perhaps nothing at all. She grabbed Nyssa’s hand. “I’m definitely ready for some fun.”
“I knew you would be, pet, but you might want to get dressed before we go out.”
“Do I have to?”
Bea didn’t need any drinks to get lost in the haze. Her mind clouded. She giggled when Nyssa was nearby and when she wasn’t. Well, Nyssa was always nearby. She promised. Of course. Bea was lost in a mix of girly pop, and arousal.
Another boy, girl, enby, grinding on her, you name it. They all found her hot. They all found her useful. Once or twice she found herself wrapped around someone’s fingers, someone’s lips, between someone else’s lips. Because Bea felt like a hot slut, and she was a hot slut. No one should resist her, but Nyssa was, which was making Bea feel like she wasn’t a hot slut all over again. Once or twice, she tried to get Nyssa to dance. And sometimes she would. Sometimes she would grind on her, give the others a show. But it all felt dumb. Nyssa should want her as much as she wanted her, right? But every time she pulled away.
“Nyssa….” She whined, come on. Once again she tried to drag her out on the dance floor.
“You are just insufferable, aren’t you,” but there was a crooked smile on her face. “It’s not hard to believe this is what you wanted but I might not be the one for you pet,” Nyssa held her tightly. “The truth is I’m not much into total bimbos.”
Bea didn’t understand what she was saying, but she was just happy to have the other girl close to her. Bimbo is a lifestyle. The words echoed in her head, but she pushed them down. She wasn’t supposed to think tonight. Wasn’t supposed to think about how she had just changed genders, that she had traded her thoughts for happiness. It’s just one night. One night. One night. Bea giggled, but it was more of a nervous giggle.
And then she realized Nyssa was no longer at her side. She tried to dance, tried to rub up another hot guy, but her heart felt empty.
She tore out of the night club. The bouncer looking her up and down. Another girl asking her if she needed help. She could barely hear her, but she recognized her. A short girl with glasses, shoulder length hair with a streak of green. Her eyeliner was different. Hazel eyes behind rounded glasses. Freckles peppering her face. But she wasn’t Nyssa.
“Hey, you’re the girl from the park.”
“I can’t find my girlfriend,” Bea said simply. “She said she would protect me, but she’s not here anymore.”
“I…um…can we give you a ride.”
“I haven’t been drinking.”
“Something’s been done to you, hasn’t it. Listen, my girlfriend is home. We can get you somewhere safe.”
“That sounds sketchy. And I’m totally fine.” But Nyssa wasn’t here. She was not fine. A heavy weight settled in her stomach.
“There you are!” A sharp voice called causing Bea to jump into Nyssa. “Wow, we might need a bigger bra. I um…hello, sister.”
“Nyssa,” glasses girl said. “What did you do to this poor girl.”
“She did this to herself.”
Bea pressed herself close to Nyssa wanting every bit of her near her.
“I find that hard to believe.”
“Some people want to have an easy night. They’re not all as tightly pent up or wound up as you, dear sister.”
“You are so gross.”
“Fine. I’ll prove it. Bea, dear. Did you ask for a night off tonight with a little brain drain and bimbo fun.”
“Mmmhmm.” Bea didn’t seem to be listening.
“Nyssa.” The glasses girl warned. “You clearly tricked her.”
“I did no such thing!”
“Prove it. Prove that you can feast without tricking others.”
“That’s not fair, Selene. At least I’m not shacked up with a mortal.”
“You know about that.”
“You jump into relationships very easily. Not hard to tell.”
Selene’s face struck red. “Well when’s the last time you actually worked for a meal.”
“Alright. The brain drain is up.” Nyssa snapped her fingers.
Bea blinked. “Oh shit. That’s a lot of skin. I didn’t realize this gettup was so skimpy. But it’s pretty, I think. Oh..hi Selene, was it?”
“Bea, are you okay? What did she do to you?” Selene grabbed her shoulders, anchoring her, not caring what she wore.
Nyssa huffed and rolled her eyes.
“I…it’s not fair to blame Nyssa for this. I asked for it. I…um…would ask for it again.” She moved behind Nyssa, her face turning redder by the minute. “I didn’t want to go back. Not yet.”
“See!”
“Are you, are you sure?” Selene said softly.
“Yeah, it was nice not to care so much,” Bea barely got the words out. “I really liked it. A lot,” she whispered.
“Speak up, dear.”
“I liked it a lot! Okay! Could you turn me back. I liked feeling small, and dependent and needy, and annoying, and dumb. It was misogynistic and stupid, but it…I liked it.”
“Oh,” Selene said. “Well, I owe you an apology.” Selene bowed. “I’m sorry to interrupt your night.” A deep red flushed the girl’s cheeks.
“Are you certain? You’ve already crashed the party. Might as well join us for the rest of the evening, hmm?”
“I don’t need you gloating,” Selene said.
“It’s not gloating. I never see you anymore, Selene.”
“I’m not connected anymore. I’m not hers anymore. I can’t be.”
“I know, but we could still spend some time together. It wouldn’t hurt you.”
“I don’t know, Nyssa. I just…enjoy your night. I’m sorry for meddling. Give me some time, okay? I need to think things over.”
“Okay,” Nyssa said and Bea reached out for Nyssa’s hand, and she could sense a pang of sadness behind the demoness’s eyes.
After a pause. Bea turned to Nyssa. “I know I barely know you, but she’ll come around eventually. She seems like she cares a lot about you.”
“She does, but sometimes caring is not enough. Regardless,” she exhaled. “I will be patient. Now onto the rest of our night. Enough broken thoughts.”
Nyssa held up the blonde’s hand, looking into her eyes and Bea watched as her pink highlights mixed with a burgeoning platinum shade. Extra, elongated eyelashes. Plump lips. Her bust swelled.
“I can’t let my darling go at it alone tonight, can I?”
Bea felt a giddiness rising in her chest. “Absolutely not.”