sissycandi*

Become a woman and feminize your mind to the point of no return

You are what you wear. It what that sample. Tanya didn’t know what drew her towards the necklace, it really wasn’t her style. It was cheap, it was nasty; it looked like the kind of thing that a teenage girl would wear yet still she bought it, still she wore that label under her clothes.

Barbie.

A corrupted of little girls all around the world, there was no reason for Tanya to support such a thing. She wanted to shatter the glass ceiling and go out on her own, she had no interest in being a dumb bimbo obsessed with looks. So why did she buy the necklace? Why did she wear the necklace?

Tanya couldn’t describe what it was which drew her towards the necklace as even she didn’t know. However she knew how she felt wearing it; sexy.

She’d always felt so conservative, so straight and determined on work but wearing the necklace allowed her to cut loose. Every time she remembered it was there, every time she allowed her fingers to drag across it made her feel happy.

Eventually just touching it wasn’t enough, she had to show it off. Of course it got her strange looks at the office wearing a tacky plastic pink necklace but she couldn’t help it, it made her feel so hot.

People looking at the necklace naturally led to people looking at her, she wanted them to look at her. If she wanted them to keep looking at her she needed to look prettier. She needed all the things which men loved to look at. She needed to make her hair prettier, she needed to wear more makeup, she needed to show off more and more cleavage.

Tanya had always been considered something of an ice queen. The men didn’t like her, the women didn’t like her either. All of that changed as she showed more, suddenly she was the most popular girl in the office. Sure the other women hated her but all the men absolutely loved her.

They spent their time flirting with her at her desk. She loved that.

They pinched her ass on passing. She loved that.

They called her cute pet names instead of Tanya. She loved that.

She loved it all but it only served as a kick. The more she loved the more she needed lover, the more she needed to do.

The next steps just came to her like a flash of magic. She knew what she needed to do to be more popular. She needed a new wardrobe, she needed prettier clothes to show off her assets but first she needed new assets. Her savings were supposed to be for important things and nothing was more important than what she needed. Some lip filler, breast implants, butt ones as well.

Instantly she loved the changes, the men loved the changes, they even began calling her Barbie just like that tacky necklace around that neck said. She certainly looked the part, she just lacked one thing. She still had her brains and she had no idea how to get rid of them. There was only one person she could ask for help and that was men. Men knew everything, they had to know the answer.

Luckily for her they did. Apparently she could become dumb like a barbie bimbo by drinking up plenty of cum in her upper and lower mouths. Good old smart men there to save the day again.

However there was a slight snag, it wasn’t quite as effective as she hoped. She could still count to ten using both hands for help and could still manage to spell her name with only two mistakes maximum; her intellect hadn’t been affected at all through her whole journey. She was going to have to be the office cum slut for a long time to finally become dumb enough to be a barbie bimbo. That was what the men told her anyway and unlike her they were always like.

The resulting orgasm that made her knees buckle as she collapsed onto the floor, she could not even think it was true. Panting she made it up on the sofa, trying to crawl away from him, even if some part of her knew the futility of such an attempt.

Another snap, and she fell backwards, unable to get back up again as the orgasm flooded her body and mind.

That was an hour ago. Now, multitude of orgasms later, the husk of her former self kept orgasming, but not from fingers snapping. He merely told her to have another one every time she obeyed him. Even as a husk, it craved one thing, and one thing alone. So making sure there was nothing left of her former self was the work of a blink of her eyes. Her now perfect eyes. Reflecting what she is and always will be.