tfsplash: Huh? Where am I? How did I get here? Where are my clothes? Hello, Christy. Did you sleep w
tfsplash: Huh? Where am I? How did I get here? Where are my clothes? Hello, Christy. Did you sleep well? Huh? Who’s there? Who’s talking? Hello? You’re confused. It’s okay to be confused. It’s natural for you to be confused. Damn straight, I’m confused. Who are you? What am I doing here? You’re here to become a slutty bimbo. What? What are you talking about? Just let me out of here! Not until you fully admit that you’re a slutty bimbo. What? But I’m not a slutty bimbo, and there’s no way you’re gonna turn me into one! Why do you say you’re not a slutty bimbo? You’re clearly dressed like one. What? Well that’s because you took my clothes! Did we? Do you remember how you were dressed before we accepted you? Well… No… Do you even remember anything before waking up here? N-no. So it’s quite possible that this is how you normally dress isn’t it? But… I don’t think- Ah, and you don’t think! At least you can admit that! Say it again. What? That I don’t think? Ohh… Wow! Good girl. See how good it feels to admit that? Say it again! I-I-I don’t… Do what you’re told. I don’t think! Unf! God that feels good! Now isn’t that what a bimbo would do? Umm… What? Doesn’t it sound like a very bimbo thing to not think and just do what you’re told? Umm… Maybe? I guess so. Good. So can you at least admit you’re a bimbo? But I’m not a bimbo! You certainly act like a bimbo! You do what you’re told. You don’t think. You’re easily confused. You enjoy saying “like.” No, I don’t like, “like.” Do I? I’m not sure. You just said it twice. How does it feel? It feels like, oooohhh… It feels, like, really good. See? You’re obviously a bimbo. Say it. I’m, like, a bimbo? Mmm… There. Doesn’t it feel better to know what you are? It was silly of you to deny it for so long. It was silly! I’m such a bimbo! No. You’re a slutty bimbo. I’m a slutt- No! I’m just a bimbo. I’m, like, not a slut! I never said you were a slut. Just a bimbo who is relatively slutty. Can’t you at least agree to that? Well… No… This is hurting my head. Why not? We’ve already established you dress like a slut. But I don’t do slutty things! I don’t, like, fuck all the time! You don’t like to fuck? No… I do. No, I’m confused. That’s okay. It’s natural to be confused. But it’s not nice to lie. Now, do you or do you not like to fuck? I do. I do like to umm… fuck. Oooohhh… FUCK. Say it again. I LIKE TO FUCK. You like to fuck lots. I like to fuck lots! Oh God! Isn’t it kinda slutty to fuck lots? YES! YES! Oh God! So you’re slutty. Mmm… I’m, like, sooo slutty. And you’re a bimbo. Oh, I’m such a bimbo. So you’re a slutty bimbo. Well duh! Of course I’m a slutty bimbo. I’m glad to hear you say that. Would you like to leave now? Ohmigawd, yes! I can’t wait to, like, fuck someone. Can I fuck you? Sure, I’ll be right down. ***** This story is, of course, dialogue only. I’m tossing around the idea of adding some narration to it. Anyone interested? -- source link
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