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If You can read and repeat those word till the end without your head hurting and getting wet, then you might not be a sissy bimbo.

Lets see;

I feel dumb all the time

Even if I am suppose to, I don't like girls.

I am always horny.

sleeping with a girl make me sick.

I am dumb and happy

Boys are so sexy and attractive

Pussy are so smelly and repulsing.

It feel so hard to read

Cock are so big and beautiful, like lollypop

I feel like dressing up sexy for men

Slutty girl clothes fit me so well

My tiny dick feel so good in a thong

My head hurt

Thinking is so hard

Real men are able to think so easly

Real men are strong and sexy

I am a straight girl

I only sleep with men

My brain is going bye bye.

I want to have big sillicon boobs and lips

I want to suck cock

I want to get fucked in my ass

I want to be a sex toy.

I am dumb and horny... it feel so right

Mi esposa me hace esperar toda la noche vestido como una señorita a que vuelva de su noche de chicas. Siempre llega tarde y con olor a semen y yo estoy muy excitado sabiendo lo que hizo. Siempre que la confronto lo niega y en cambio accede a contarme historias sexuales de sus "amigas" mientras frota suavemente su vibrador sobre mis pantys en mis nalgas rogando por entrar en mi mientras me relata como un rudo y excelentemente dotado marinero marroquí le provocó 4 orgasmos a Loli, su antigua compañera de Kinder. Ella goza contarme y yo exploto en semen en la mis braguitas.

It was so funny. Her mom had always told her to go to college, but now, she was insisting Christine unenroll.

“It’s not doing you any good! You seem dumber than when you went in!.”

But that was so silly. Christine had learned so much since attending BWU.

In fact, its experimental education pods were teaching her all about how good it was to be a bimbo. To be a good drone. An obedient drone to the Hive. To be a good fucktoy to her new owner, as all good drones should be.

And it wasn’t just her mind improving. She was so much bustier since she enrolled. So much lovelier. Her buyer would just love how soft and sexy she was. She would be such a perfect drone for her new master or mistress.

“Christine! Oh my god! What are they doing to you? Let me get you… wait. What is this? No! No, let me go!”

Christine smiled blankly as her mother was lifted into a pod by the cybernetic tentacles. Her protests fading as the helmet went on, her mother’s face going blank as the programming began.

It was funny. Her mother had always insisted Christine study STEM subjects. Well, now they could do it together. Like good drones.