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You are here for a reason.

In truth, she never wanted to be smart. She never wanted to be admired for her intellect or to impress with her thoughts or some kind of memorized or rehearsed knowledge. She once thought she wanted it. She once was confused and couldn't grasp anything beyond it, beyond her dizziness. But when men looked, she liked it. When men approached, she was excited. When men judged her looks, she was breathless and wanted to impress beyond any doubt. So she started to dress and behave like it, and nature took its turn, she obeyed her inner call and gave in to it. Now, she isn't smart anymore but giggling. Now, she isn't reading anymore but partying. Now, she spends her time looking sexy and willing instead of studying. She is a happy bimbo bunny and has finally understood it is a privilege to be feminine and celebrated as a sex object.

Model: bimbo ♡ Luna

First, you simplified her name, for she couldn’t pronounce it anymore. Then you had to get her a simplified smartphone because she couldn’t really decipher all the icons and symbols to use cameras, chats, and instant messengers. The price of her happiness is measured in her increasing incapability to get something done. In truth, she almost doesn't get anything done anymore. She even gets lost in her own house, forgets what she tried to do a second ago, and sits down, horny and ready, without a clue what to do but to have sex. She is perfect now and in a perfect continuous state of arousal and joyful happiness. She has reached the bimbo endgame and is a living breathing pleasure creature.

Her choice to become a high-maintenance slut was crucial to her life. She didn't want to earn money. She wanted to cost money, to represent money. First, she was shy to accept this truth. There were still shades of doubts that what people had said in her youth could be right, that she needed to be free, to be independent to become her own woman. But being her own woman never really made sense to her. Becoming a full blown woman meant to be claimed and owned by a man, meant she was taking care of, spoiled and kept, not being on her own. She felt this truth long before she could grasp and accept it. She felt it deep inside and from the start. One beautiful day she stopped the flight and to deny it and started to dress like it, to live it. She dressed to be claimed. She dressed to be owned. She stopped being her own woman and enjoyed the attention. She stopped being independent and became happy. She stopped being free and embrace her femininity. She became a man's trophy and hobby, she became expensive and lavish and costly, and her man loved her for that, a spoiled queen on his lap at daylight and his whore in his bed at night.

If you had told her in the beginning, how she is going to look like in the near future, she would have laughed at you and would have even been a little embarrassed, too. Out of the question, she would have said. Never ever, she would have thought. But you knew her better than she knew herself. You saw it in her eyes. You heard it in her kisses, and you felt in her touches. She wanted to be perfect. She wanted to be mesmerizing. So, little by little you soften her up. Step by step you implemented the seed deeply inside her mind that beauty is good, big is better and bimbo is best. You caressed and guided your beautiful darling to parlors and salons, spoiled her with skirts and shoes, heels and dresses with a cleavage to look for. Then, she understood that these dresses need more boobs, these heels demand shorter skirts, this make-up asks for platinum hair and fuller lips. Bit by bit you steered her to the right mindset. Now, she wiggles and giggles, is wavy and shiny, no thought inside, filled and styled after your vision how a woman should look like.

After attending that nice school. You learned what the true role of women in the workplace was. To be living porn for Men to look at.

The first weeks after her surgery she will not be able to believe it, that she has allowed you to follow through with it. During this transition, her old self will still be in action, will confuse her decision and her trust and will also be a little scared of the consequences and soon to be experienced reactions. She will look into the mirror, look at you full of questions while she starts to accept bit by bit her evolution from woman to trophy, from person to object, from girlie-girl to Barbie. Her old self will try to deny it but your pride and support will make her feel good with herself, as good as never before, for she found happiness in compliance. So, don't hurry. Give her time to relax before you enforce upon her the next beautifying and liberating bimbo steps.

So, changing your bimbo's first name serves to solidify not only her commitment but her status and role, her essence and existence. The night, after you have renamed her 'Barbie', 'Doll', 'Sweetie' or simply 'Bimbo' will be the night of your life. From now on, you can introduce her as you see her, as your possession and she will smile and shiver full of gratefulness and dedication to live up to her newly granted name forever without concessions.

The innocence of a bimbo in her purest state is immaculate. As she lives in the moment without past and future, without burdens and duties, she experience everything new all the time because of her accepting mindset. Every kiss is a first kiss. Every touch is the first touch. Every sex is the first sex. Her intensity never fades. Her body is always something she needs to explore, she needs to fully put to good use with everything she got and will get. All what she likes is always a nice surprise. Her existence is based on openness and total trust. There is simply no reason for her to say no to anything. With her big soft heart she welcomes any opportunity to be delightful, enchanting and appealing. It is very much a perfect world her little plastic Bimbo Barbie world without any sorrows or any regrets.

Whenever she picks up a book and wants to read, go with her shopping and buy her clothes and stuff. Whenever she is about to study, send her to a dance class and let swirl and present her latest achievements. Whenever she starts to worry about things, kiss and touch and caress her until she moans and squirms in lust. Whenever she looks serious, suggest a girl's night and give her money, so she can party. Whenever she tries to do something herself, help her, release her from the burden, be the rock she can lean on. Whenever, in other words, she acts as person, help her to live like a doll, and soon she will not even try to be independent, accomplished anymore. Instead, she will enjoy this liberation and will fall deep into the bimbo Rabbit hole.

Sometimes, when you look at her, you wonder whether she truly remembers her former life anymore. It doesn't seem she recollects her identity as a struggling, independent, stressed woman. She doesn't remember her day-to-day chores, her work, her anxieties, her traumata, her failures as a person and nothing in comparison small successes as a human being. When you look at her now, she seems to live in the present, exclusively. She lives in the presence of her lust and desire to please and be pleasing, and nothing stirs up her mind, jiggles her thoughts in her doll-like subservient, feel-good state. Yes, when you look at her, you are sure her true state has emerged. She is now free. Free from thoughts. Free from stress. Free from anything but her own, mind-melting needs and wantonness. Now, she is simply a better woman and feels like one.