Pink Reality Chapter Four:
November 3rd, 2024.
Rachel Burrows hardly wanted to sound like her grandparents, all fire and brimstone, but it was becoming increasingly apparent with each passing day that this town was full of shady characters. 'Sinners' some more dogmatic people might've called them. Rachel couldn't really disagree with them. And the scariest thing about it was that, fantastically, everyone acted like these women and men had always been there.
The women dressed scantily clad, leaving all their body on display like they had no respect for themselves! Worse were their breasts that had obviously been augmented, as some women had supposedly just grown these assets over night. Flirting with just any man that walked by, giggling like idiots. Vainly dressing themselves in fashionable clothing and makeup and jewelry that had likely cost them a pretty penny. Looking all pretty and cute. Ahem.
And there were a breed of men like them, they were arguably worse. Not loyal to any one woman, they chatted up any and everyone, wearing tight shirts and jeans that clung to their thick muscles something fierce. They made crude sexual jokes like teenage boys and regularly took off their shirts to reveal their hard, thick, pulsing muscles.
Rachel detested them to such a degree that they filled her thoughts an uncomfortable amount. She would be snuggling against her wonderful fiancé and a hot blush would cover her cheeks as her loins ached...with anger. Yes, that was it. She would ache between her legs with anger so bad that she wouldn't be able to sleep for hours. It was awful.
It was a similar feeling to when she would be in the middle of her yoga class doing hip-thrusts and she would suddenly start thinking about her fiancé. Rachel would feel all empty between her ears and hot between her legs for a moment. Where was she, again?
Oh, yeah. The Bimbos. This new breed of sinful people had only started as an occasional sighting here and there; in only the past few days they'd started showing up everywhere. It was terrifying. What was more terrifying was that people she had once known long ago were now among these sinners. Had they been brainwashed? The idea was a bleak one.
Her fiancé, Robert, was among the people who hadn't at all noticed this sudden increase in Bimbos and male whores, unfortunately, but he would see things clearly once they could no longer be ignored. He had made slightly mean spirited jokes at her expense when she'd frightfully mentioned the increasing number of sluts and manwhores. Despite that, he was still sweet and beautiful and caring, and she was soon going to be financially dependent on him, so she had to put up with him for better or worse anyway.
Due to her fiancé not taking her concerns seriously, Rachel had recently taken it into her own hands to figure out what had been going on with these Bimbos and male whores recently. Upon googling this phenomenon, she'd come upon the phrase "Himbo", it was a useful phrase but the resulting images shown to her after she searched "Himbo sexual deviancy" did not sit right with the Christian woman at all. Rachel promptly cleared her search history after that.
Rachel had briefly considered discussing this with that cop Rick, who'd also expressed suspicion of this Bimbo invasion, but he was a bigot and a degenerate and definitely was not one to be trusted. Not to mention probably insane; he was always coming up with absurd conspiracies. In that case, was she acting like him by being so disturbed by these women? No, of course not. Something suddenly spreading everywhere like this couldn't be ignored, and yet it was widely ignored by almost everyone. It was disturbing.
Now Rachel was out in the town, going to a cafe to meet with a woman a few years younger than her that she'd met online. This woman was a college student named Sam, and she'd asked online if anyone else had never heard of these Bimbos until the last month. This woman had practically screamed into the void, finding no one on the internet who'd responded to her but Rachel. Miraculously, they just so happened to live in the same town.
They'd met online before and decided it was best to meet in public. Rachel sat there slightly annoyed as she waited for Sam, until finally the green-haired girl came running into the cafe and apologized for her lateness. This wasn't necessarily the ideal partner for Rachel. Sam had dyed hair, dressed quite androgynously and cursed much too casually. Probably a lesbian; she certainly came off that way. Not that Rachel was homophobic or anything, but she would've preferred someone more...align with her values. It still felt like she was alone in this situation.
They had only a few hours to talk, since Sam had to go see her sister for her birthday today, which was perfectly fine with Rachel. They didn't exactly have much to talk about, this girl seemed out of her depth and was even more conspiratorial than Rick. She was twitchy, nervous. Sure, this Bimbo phenomenon was bizarre and sinister, but Sam claimed to have seen people and environments change before her eyes. Like witnessing the Mandela Effect in person. That couldn't have been true, could it?
"We understand now that these are in fact physical changes, it seems like reality itself warps. Not just memories. So far, it's just fi- just us four who are aware of what's going on. I have no idea why. But we're going to have to work together if we're going to get through this." The tired looking girl said, she didn't look particularly confident.
"And how would we do that?" Rachel raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
"Well...first we have to understand what it is we're fighting. That's the most important step right now. Whatever this thing is, it affects not just individuals, but possibly supercharges locations that seemingly influence the people who enter. The lingerie store, that cafe, these are both places that changed their identity overnight and suddenly started catering to Bimbos. But honestly, it's entirely possible that its' the Bimbos that change these places rather than the other way around. One possibility is that people get converted and then their place of business retroactively changes to match their memory."
Sam poured over her little book of notes robotically. It was kind of sad, she was clearly fighting against something and had no idea what it even was. That scared Rachel, and she wondered if she just put herself into a situation that was far too dangerous for her. The best case scenario was that this girl was just crazy, but Rachel had a feeling that this wasn't true. She'd seen those Bimbos appear in increasing numbers every morning, she'd seen acquaintances leave and then arrive the next day with bigger tits and a whole new wardrobe.
"That's...a start, I suppose. And you say you know one person who has been affected and is still aware of everything? Isn't that kind of..." Rachel started.
"I know. But he's not going to spread it to us or anything. It's not something like an airborne virus; it can't be detected as far as we know and seemingly spreads at random. Some people could spend ages around a Bimbo'd person and not even get changed in the slightest. But some others appear to contract it from others, it's totally random. And even those supposed supercharged points like the cafe or the lingerie store are hard to discern whether they just attract Bimbos, or they actually change people themselves. We've watched those places but have seen nothing so far." Sam said, hardly looking up to Rachel from her little book.
"This is all rather grim, isn't it?" Rachel dejectedly muttered. Sam shook her head.
"I've got my best agent doing research on what this thing could be. I'm sure she'll turn something up."
