i thought my sorority big was just really really nice, turns out she's been trying to turn me into a bimbo like her!
I'm sorry, is this supposed to be news?
Listen, hun, if you're only now realizing this, then you're even further along in being a bimbo than you think.
Take a moment and look around, not just at your big but at all the other girls in the sorority. Notice anything about them? Anything stand out? Maybe about their wardrobes which are entirely in shades of pink? Or perhaps how all of them have dyed their hair blonde? The lip filler, the absurd push-up bras, the way the giggle and titter and somehow remain students despite failing just about all of their classes? This is all fairly obvious stuff, which leads me to one of two possibilities.
The first is that you genuinely were oblivious to all of it, which, whew, that level of obliviousness really does make you prime bimbo material.
The second—and I think much more likely—possibility is that, deep down, this is what you wanted.
You saw them, care-free and giggling and bubbly, confident and at home in their sexuality, and you wanted it. That kind of envy burns from the inside outward. Even things that, on some level, disgusted you, like when you heard that 'rumor' about the Sorority Treasurer securing their house for another year with one hell of a blowjob, you still felt that envy. You wanted to be like them. You wanted to be them.
I'm sure they could see the eagerness in your eyes. They could see the desperation, the desire, the need when you glanced down at their cleavage or turned your head at their short skirts. You were meant to be a Beta-Mu-Beta from the start. That's why they took you in, helped you relax, made you feel comfortable. Don't you see? They're helping you. You want this. You've wanted this, even if you never realized it. So just... let go.
Watch the pretty spirals and let your brain shut off.
Listen to the music and let the whispered words seep into your mind.
Embrace being a bimbo, just like them.
They'll help you pick out clothes to show off your curves, short skirts and low-cut shirts. They'll make sure you feel safe enough to be honest with your needs and desires. When you look at them and finally admit how horny you are and how empty you are, there won't be any judgement. There won't be any shame. There will be fingers, lips, tongues, toys, maybe even a few willing volunteers from outside the sorority. They'll hold your hand when you're in consultations with surgeons for implants and lifts and filler and they'll be there to support the healing afterwards. The barriers in your mind separating you from them will wear down and, eventually, you'll be just like them. A bimbo. A sister. A good girl.
And you know what's one of the most important rules of being a good girl?
Good girls make more good girls.
Just think. Out there, right now, there could be dozens of girls who are just as sad and miserable and jealous as you used to be.
You could be the one to change them.
You could be the one to help them.
Good girls make more good girls.
