Saturday morning arrived and Kelly rose from bed eager to get started. After all she had only two days to prepare for her brother’s visit. As she stepped into the shower,and washed her body a thought crossed her mind why was she putting in so much effort to look good for him? For a minute she found it strange had she ever exerted this much energy for anyone beside her husband? and even with him it was rare.
Yet here she was,cleaning herself meticulously and even shaving her trimmed bush. She couldn't fathom why, except for recalling the images on her brother's phone of women perfectly bare without a single hair on their bodies. While she didn't have much hair herself, she kept hers trimmed and orderly. It had been over a year since the last time she shaved it, she disliked the feeling when it grew back out. However, as she thought about her brother she felt giddy at the idea of doing this for him. Seeing the women in the pictures gave her an insight into what her brother liked, and she was excited to transform into one of them if it meant capturing his attention. Breaking away from her thoughts, she stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and examined herself in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. Lost in contemplation, she ran her fingers across her now bald pussy, noting the puffy pink lips now fully visible to her gaze.
her skin still sensitive from the hot shower and fresh shave. She traced her fingers along her smooth mound, marveling at how different it felt. A small thrill ran through her as she imagined Jack's reaction.
She wasn't certain if she would go so far as to show this to catch his attention, but the clothes she considered buying required her to be shaved. Still, the idea of having her brother's full attention was thrilling.
Snapping out of her daydream, Kelly wrapped a towel around herself and made her way to the bedroom. She opened her dresser and sifted through her bras and panties, looking around she realized just how plain all her undergarments were all she saw was plain panties, some boxer shorts, and what could only be described as granny panties. Her bras were no better none were cute, all being single-colored with thick straps that reminded her of those worn by nursing mothers. Eventually, she found an old thong buried at the bottom of the drawer and thought to herself that this wouldn’t do, especially if her brother saw her in them. She slipped on the thong and a gray bra, then quickly changed into an old shirt and some jeans.Her first stop would be the beauty salon.
Kelly grabbed her purse and car keys, her mind racing with anticipation as she headed out. The beauty salon was bustling when she arrived, filled with women getting primped and pampered. As she waited her turn, Kelly browsed through style magazines. An image caught her eye a picture of a women with bleached hair posing at different angles to show off the haircut she had.
"Kelly?" The stylist called her name. "What are we doing today?"
Kelly brought up the magazine and showed the stylist, "I want to bleach my hair like the women in this photo. Do you think it would look good on me?"
The stylist's smiled. "Yes, of course it would. Trust me, you'll love it when I'm finished with you."
Two hours later, Kelly emerged from the salon, running her fingers through her newly bleached hair. While she hadn't gotten a cut to go along with it, she was happy.
Kelly's next stop was the mall. She headed straight for the lingerie store, determined to upgrade her underwear collection. As she browsed the racks of lacy bras and silky panties, she felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. This was so unlike her usual style, but she couldn't deny the want to please her brother so he would notice her more.
She selected several matching sets in bold colors and daring cuts nothing like the plain, practical underwear filling her dresser at home. In the changing room, Kelly gazed at her reflection, barely recognizing herself in a red lace bra and thong. Her newly bleached hair completed her transformation she was beginning to resemble the women in those photos. Turning to check how her ass looked in the thong, she grinned it had been years since she'd put this much effort into buying lingerie, not since her college days. After removing the red set, she decided to try on another one a delicate black lace bra with thin straps that was smaller than her breast size but she couldn’t help it. Anything ih her size was plain looking and ugly it was as if they didn’t make anything sexy for women with bigger chest.
As she slipped it on, she wondered if it could even support her generous bust. She then reached for the matching black lace thong, followed by a garter belt that came with the set. It wasn't attached to stockings but rather to two thin lace pieces that wrapped around her legs like belts. Gazing at her reflection with a smile, she was confident that this appearance would attract any man's attention. The thin fabric made her full, firm nipples apparent, with her breasts nearly spilling out from the sides and top, as if they might escape at any moment. She could see everything beneath the bra. The visibility of her areolas peeking over the top of the bra confirmed it was something that would definitely catch her brother's eyes.
After leaving the store, Kelly decided to visit a trendy clothing boutique as her final stop. She browsed through the racks, but couldn't find what she was looking for. She was on the hunt for a mini skirt, but all the options on the racks were either too tight at the waist or too lengthy in the legs. She wanted something that would just barely cover her, like the women in the images she had seen on her brother's phone. Letting out a loud grunt and giving up, she decided it would be better to try a different store. Time was passing quickly, and she still had a lot to do.
Entering another store across the mall. This one had a more daring selection in the window display. She entered, her eyes immediately drawn to a rack of mini skirts that seemed to promise exactly what she was looking for. As she browsed a particular skirt caught her attention a black flowy number that was impossibly short. Kelly's heart raced as she imagined wearing it. She grabbed it, along with a few other options, and headed to the fitting room.
The first skirt she tried on was nice, but not quite daring enough.
The second choice was an improvement but still did not meet Kelly's expectations. Eventually, she tried on the black mini skirt that had initially grabbed her attention. After struggling to zip it up, she was taken aback by her reflection. The skirt barely covered her buttocks, leaving little to the imagination. She turned slowly, appreciating how it resembled a cheerleading skirt. With her freshly bleached hair and this bold skirt, she appeared to be a completely different person.
Kelly's mind raced with thoughts of her brother's reaction. Would his eyes widen in surprise? Would he stare, unable to look away? The thought filled her with a thrill of excitement. After leaving the store, she loaded everything into her car, eagerly anticipating Monday's arrival. Just as she was about to turn the key and leave, she wondered if she had forgotten anything. She couldn't bear to put in all this effort and still fail to capture her brother's attention.
Kelly's mind raced with thoughts of her brother's reaction. Would his eyes widen in surprise? Would he stare, unable to look away? The thought filled her with a thrill of excitement. After leaving the store, she loaded everything into her car, eagerly anticipating Monday's arrival. Just as she was about to turn the key and leave, she wondered if she had forgotten anything. She couldn't bear to put in all this effort and still fail to capture her brother's attention.
She recalled the name of the website and decided to look it up. Typing "bimbobuilder.com" into the search bar, she hit search and was taken back to that familiar site. Kelly was still amazed at what her brother was interested in. Browsing through the images, she noticed a post titled "How to Become a Proper Bimbo—It's Not Just About the Clothes." Curiosity piqued, Kelly clicked the link and was redirected to another page. She scanned the various images and captions that went along with them. One picture featured the phrase "
A bimbo should always wears a collar," showing a woman with bleached blonde hair wearing a black collar around her neck that read daddy in bold letters, while another claimed, "A bimbo should always have all openings prepared to be filled." accompanied by an image of a woman bent over with her face to the ground and her ass in the air, something inserted in it. Kelly gasped as she viewed it, then continued scrolling to see another that read, "A bimbo should always have her makeup and hair done, looking her best." The next one read, "A bimbo shouldn't ask too many questions." The slide after stated, "A bimbo should always have her high heels on." Kelly continued to read each caption and observe women after women until she reached the end of the pictures.
She glanced at the shopping bags beside her, filled with her new lingerie and that daring mini skirt.
Kelly navigated back to the main page of the website. She found herself clicking on a link titled "
"Bimbo Essentials: What Every Girl Needs." Lip gloss, false eyelashes, push-up bras, and body glitter were just the beginning. Further down, she saw recommendations for hair extensions, breast enlargement pills, and even suggestions for plastic surgery.
Kelly sat in her car, transfixed by the images on her phone. A mixture of shock washed over her as she processed what she had seen. Part of her was appalled at the degradation of these women, yet another part felt oddly drawn to the idea of transforming herself for her brother.Kelly's mind raced. How far was she willing to go? She glanced at the time—it was getting late, and she had unknowingly spent the day shopping. She put her phone down and started the car.
On the drive home, Kelly kept thinking about everything she'd seen and learned. She felt as if she was standing on the edge of something both terrifying and exhilarating. As she pulled into her driveway, she made a decision. She would take this transformation one step at a time, see how it felt, see how Jack reacted.Once inside, she hurried to hide everything all the clothes she had bought. She was scared John would find them and start asking questions. She felt guilt some part of her told her it was wrong to be doing this, especially behind John's back. But when she tried to think about it further, her thoughts would freeze, replaced by images of her brother's gaze and the sensations she felt when he looked at her, the way it made her feel and how much she needed it. More than anything, when had she come to need her brother's attention so much? Had he always made her feel this way? She wondered.
Kelly shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. John would be home soon and she still had to cook As she prepared dinner, her mind kept wandering When John arrived home, Kelly greeted him with a distracted kiss.
