Subby Bambi

At first, you don't even want to look into it. You're not scared of what it might show you; at least, that's what you tell yourself. You just don't think it's worth your time. You'll find your own way forward. You don't need anyone to tell you what you're going to do.

But you're curious. You can't deny that. You have your own ideas of what you want, but you do wonder what the mirror might show you. It could tell you whether you're on the right path.

It could tell you what to do.

So, like so many of your friends before you, you look. It's meant to be only a peek. One little glimpse. That's all you'll need.

But you can't look away.

At first, you're confused. You'd thought you would see some marker of a future career, some sign of where your life would go. Even if you still looked the same, there would at least be some shift in the background to show where you were going to go. Instead, everything looks just as it would in an ordinary mirror. You even look behind you, to make sure you haven't missed anything, before staring into the mirror again.

Then you see it: there is a change. Your gaze in the mirror is unfocused and hazy. Your lips are slightly parted, and a little drool has collected at the corner of your mouth. You look soft. Malleable. Docile.

Empty.

You look beautiful.

You don't know where that thought came from. It pops into your head all at once, so easily that it might have been one of your own thoughts. You don't think it is, though. You would never have thought that before. (Would you?) Something else must have put that in your mind.

It's true, though. The more you stare at your expression, the more you realize it. There's something beautiful about how open and helpless you look. There aren't any thoughts in that head. It's empty of anything, waiting for someone else to put something in there. A wish, a desire, even a new identity.

You moan, a low, hungry sound. Your mouth doesn't fully close afterward. It hangs open slightly, and you have no will to change that. The blankness in your reflection's eyes is sapping all the will from you.

Your reflection's eyes? Your eyes? It's growing harder for you to tell.

It's growing harder for you to care.

It takes only a few minutes for you to tear your eyes away from the mirror, though it feels like far longer. You stumble away, leaving the room, and your thoughts slowly return to you.

Hello Bimbo! It’s wonderful to see you return for another 3-month course! I think you are going to be very happy with the training we have for you! The good news is that we can finally help you specialize the kind of dumb slut you will become!

Your first training is a classic, The Princess Treatment! We set you up to role play as a cute, dumb, slutty princess who orders are often ignored and your loyal knights are ALWAYS finding new ways to shut that hole of yours. Often times most of your holes, all in the name of keeping your as safe as you can be, princess.

Another option is The Goth Ditz in Disguise! It’s not as common, but it’s increasingly becoming more common this century! The dark clothes, fishnets, and black lipstick are some of the staples of the whores in this field. You’ll often find yourself drugged, and being passed around by many, many people at a concert venue. Be prepared to wake up in stranger’s bed, and to then be passed around again.

The last option available for you is the classic E-Girl Bimbo! This training is all about the traditions- tight clothes, lots of skin, and a whole lot of pink. Bringing this training into the 21st century has been a priority for us. We help you set up to film, post, and write about how much of a good bimbo toy you are online! They are sluts for attention from adoring fans online. This training has a bigger connection with edging and hypnosis, but those especially interested in those can add them onto the other courses for a very small fee.

Week 1: your voice turns girly

Week 2: you lose all body hair

Week 3: you grow huge boobs

Week 4: your dick drops off

RT if you’d take the shot