When Mike had first heard about the bimbo virus that had hit the world he thought nothing of it. He just spent everyday like he normally would, go to work, come home and sleep.
But that had all changed when he got home to find Kyle his best friend at his house.
After the Bimbo Virus hit, it was critical to be careful no matter where a person went. A bimbo might try to seduce a person at any time, hopefully converting them into yet another bimbo. Even worse, an “Alpha Male” might attack, transforming people into giggling bimbos that exist only to fuck. If you aren’t careful, you might end up like poor Carl here…
She peeked over her shoulder. She was being followed, there was no doubt about it. How had they found her so quickly? She knew that she couldn’t be more than a suspect at this point. Still there was no way her mental defences could hold up against the intrusive telepathic scans of the thought police. Scratch that, there was one way. All she had to do was say the trigger word. Along with the physical transformation, she had undergone months of hypnotherapy in order to create an overlay personality. All she had to do is say one simple phrase and all thought she needed to hide would be buried deep within her, her cover identity would become her true identity. She would be just a vapid, oversexed, girly girl. Only with her handler dead who would free her mind. The reverse trigger was a phrase she could go weeks, months, even years without hearing. This could be the mental equivalent of a secret agent taking his cyanide pill. There was not choice. “This is who I am now.”
“Target is over in the corner chatting up the waitress.” Agent Wilson said to his partner, “Do you want to move now?” He said turning back around to face Agent Greene.
Greene stood silent staring down at his body.
“Hello?” Wilson said, “Do you want to move now? What’s wrong with you?” He asked.
“I don’t know man,” Greene said slowly, “Doesn’t this bother you at all?” He said gesturing to their new bodies. “I mean, I know we signed up for it but I never thought they would have the tech to actually pull it off.”
Wilson sighed and rubbed his forehead, “It’s like the doctors said, this is only temporary.”
“But I feel so weak and help less.” Greene said with an anxious tone, “We have female bodies and no weapons. What if we need to defend ourselves.”
Wilson put his hand on Greene’s slender, bare shoulders, “Look at us buddy, The Company gave us the best weapons we could ever ask for,” He reached up to his chest and pressed his breasts together, “It’s called cleavage. And you and I both know that no man can resist it.”
Greene smiled a bit.
“Now lets man up, straighten our dresses and take down our target.” Wilson said with determination.
It was a normal day for Chad, go to work, had dinner with the wife, and then enjoy a nice hot shower. Yet something was wrong. His hair grew into his eye sight, and he lost some height. He wanted to check what was happening, but the water felt so good. That’s when his spine crack making him cave backwards, as well as his shoulders pulled in. Then He felt his hips grow wide, and the fat in his body go all into his butt, giving it a nice heart shape, but it had male genitals, but the water reached that, and in only a bit of time, waves of esctasy came from his groin but focused on his chest. That’s when his chest grew two melon breasts that grew exponentially. That’s when his wife barged upstairs with news of the tg water epidemic, but poor Chad, or Cate as they christened her later in bed.
“hey babe, why did you want to meet out here?”
It wasn’t that she was particularly attracted to Jamal. Until recently she had been a man named Logan. Logan wanted to change, and had a very specific idea what he wished to become. Unfortunately magic potions are hard to come by, and the only one in his price range was actually a curse. It was meant to warp all reality turning the victim into the sexual fantasy of the first man she encounters. Logan called Jamal over to fix his stove, then took the potion just before he arrived. He figured it was his best shot to become what he wanted to be, a sultry black girl.
The agent looked himself over in the mirror. Was he really ready to do this? Not he, it was she now, that part could never be undone. She had gone this far. The mission called for a perfect sleeper, someone so deep undercover even she wouldn’t know her own true identity. When she gets close to him it won’t be part of some clever charade, rather she’d be acting on the hungers and impulses of her own body. She might be in the room as he discusses business with is lieutenants, and not even take an interest let alone care. She’d shop, preen and entertain herself with his blood money then at night she’d do everything she could to please him. When she finally does carry out her mission, it won’t be an act of heroism, it’ll be a crime of passion; passion for that man. She would spend a year in prison, long enough to hide all ties to her organization, and that’s assuming they’re telling the truth that they can ever restore her mind. She had her suspicions about that.
It’s still me, honey, don’t be scared. That ring I found on the beach yesterday – it’s changed me somehow!
I couldn’t say I was entirely surprised, but that didn’t mean I was prepared for such a bombshell. “What?!” I shouted in shock, “Since when?”