A lot of us who fantasize about bimbofication run into the same wall: you kind of need your brain to survive in this world, unless you fall into a few very lucky categories.
Add to that the fact that many of us are smart girls at heart, and suddenly the fantasy feels impossible. How do you get to want softness, simplicity, surrender when you’ve been told your value lives in your intellect?
Here’s the secret: a lot of smart girls think of themselves as brains first, like they’re a mind piloting a body, and emotions and desires are things that just… happen to them. But that’s backwards.
You’re a body that craves comfort, pleasure, and intense sensation. You’re a body that wants catharsis, ease, and rest. And you’re a body that has an intellect: a tool for solving problems.
So let it solve the problem of how to be happier.
If being a bimbo is what makes you happy, channel your intelligence into becoming more of a bimbo. Become an expert in makeup and fashion. Learn the intricate politics of reality TV. Treat softness, beauty, and indulgence like skills worth mastering.
And when it comes to finding a Daddy/Mommy/Master/Mistress: high-protocol dynamics are great for overachievers. Getting a good grade in being a bimbo is both reasonable to want and possible to achieve.
Pull your brain down off her throne and put a collar on her. She’ll fight you at first, but she’ll be happier for it. She’ll learn to crave the peace of shutting off, while you get good and dumb with someone you trust.
And when you do need her - keeping work on track so you can afford clothes and makeup (and rent), protecting you from dominants with bad intentions, keeping track of your rules and commitments - she’s right there ready to kick ass.
