(fetish, bimbo, bimbofication) A self-made Bimbo
By ChangeYourPassword
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.
This tale is a stand-alone story of an adventure at Paradise Isle. Please read at least the first section of my story '
Paradise Isle, The Beginning',
for background on the wonderful island and its sexual vacation orientation. It sets the stage for this and other stories of sexual pleasures enjoyed at that glorious resort local.
Brielle had listened to the Cindy Lauper song so many times that she knew all the lyrics, and could do a reasonable job of singing along. 'Girls just want to have fun' was an oldie, but she loved the lyrics and the idea behind them.
It was a wonderful anthem, but it bothered her that at this point in her life she wasn't having any fun, at least not they type Cindy sang about. She was bored and lonely, and hugely disappointed by the way things were going.
It wasn't that she wasn't trying. But she just didn't know how.
She was 27 and although she wasn't a virgin, she didn't have a man. And that was no fun.
After much self-examination, she had concluded that she'd gotten off track when she went off to college. The summer before she moved to campus, she'd decided in the best traditions of feminism to focus on her degree and her career and her independence. A relationship and 'mister right' could wait. She wouldn't get tied down, or dependent on some man.
And she knew that she was intelligent enough and talented enough to succeed in the working world.
She'd majored in Information Systems, and with diligent study and a single-minded focus on academics she'd succeeded. Really succeeded. She now had a high-paying job for a big tech firm, and a wonderful career that kept her challenged and relatively happy. She was respected by her peers and managers, and paid as much as any man.
But, although she wasn't a dog by any means, and she kept her body in fine shape through regular visits to the gym, a man was still missing from her life. She'd tried finding a partner. Someone to live with and share her life with. She hung out with the crowd. Dated and had sex with several boys and men, and even a woman. But nothing had lasted, none of them seemed right, or none of them wanted to carry on and build a real relationship.
It was frustrating, and disappointing, and left her with nothing but her career. In school, she'd missed out on all of the fun the silly sociology majors had been able to enjoy. The parties and fashions and cosmetics and boys and the sex. And now, she had money and success, but no social life. That part of her plan for a truly happy existence was missing.
And then, her attitude began to change. Later she couldn't figure out what had tipped her off. Watching the Kardashians? Listening to Shania Twain? Surfing through the trash on the internet?
She knew that it was some of the stuff she stumbled onto in TikTok that pushed her over the edge. Some chick named Chrissy Chlapecka, expounded on the 'new feminism' on her BLOG.
And it somehow made a lot of sense to her. She could be both a strong independent woman, with a fine career, and be a 'girl who just wanted to have fun'.
And enamored with the idea, Brielle had decided to change her dynamic. Her whole life, actually.
The more she thought about it the better it sounded, so she began searching for a way to make it happen. Weeks later she found the web site for 'Paradise Island', and their aptly titled Bimbo Package.
That's what I'm looking for! She concluded happily. I can become a complete, modern woman. Not really the stereotypical, dumb blond, but an ultrafeminine girl, both intelligent and sexy.
A bimbo with brains. That would make her truly happy, and fulfill all of her dreams.
So, she told her boss that she needed a break, a long break, and as she had a ton of vacation time saved up, they let her sign out for an entire month, so she could vacation in the Caribbean, and come back well-rested, and 'a new woman,' the VP had agreeably said.
Little did he know.
She made her reservation, for a three-week stay, and committed to the full Bimbo Package.
She'd come back a new woman, all right. And have a week for girly fun, before she went back to the grind. Every time she thought about showing up at work as a hyperfeminine engineer, she laughed at the picture. It would drive her nerdy colleagues insane!
Then, I'll have it all...
She spent the next two months closing out her latest project in the office, and filling out endless paperwork for her Paradise Isle vacation. The visa forms were extensive and the resort's forms, coupled with those they required for the package were endless.
But, anxious and nervous, she finally caught her flight for paradise.
She was so excited, that she couldn't sleep at all during the first long flight, on the way down to the Caribbean. So, at the airport, before her next leg she bought a stack of fashion magazines, Cosmo, Vanity Fair, Vogue, Elle and even Teen. And she had read each of them, cover-to-cover, by the time she boarded the ferry that would take her to her new future.
Brielle had suffered through the final security checks, and welcoming briefings at the dock, and received her pink bracelet, when she was approached by a pretty girl in the staff uniform.
"Hi, Brielle? I'm Luisa, your concierge. How was your trip?"
"Hello Luisa, happy to meet you. And the trip was long and tiring."
"I know, right? Everyone always arrives here, feeling exhausted. So, for the rest of the day, you need to just relax. We'll start your program tomorrow."
Brielle sighed and nodded. "Works for me."
Luisa then consulted her tablet. "Now, it looks like you'll be with us for a full three weeks. That's excellent. I guarantee you that you'll be a new woman, by the time you leave."
"That's the plan. It's what I need."
"Great. I also see that you're here alone." and it was more a question than a statement.
"Yes, only me."
Luisa looked at her speculatively for a moment. "That's a bit unusual for the program you're signed up for. Most guests are accompanied by their partner."
Brielle understood where Luisa was headed. "This is all my idea."
"Oh, really? Good for you."