For as long as I can remember I’d had a thing for bimbos. Blonde and busty were my type of woman, but I’d never managed to be with one. My current girlfriend was the complete opposite, a thin brunette who liked to be in control, and so I hatched a plan to change that. A potion that would turn her into my dream girl.
Too bad I drank it first.
Now I’ve become my own fantasy. I’m stuck in the body of this busty blonde bimbo and I can’t help but find it exciting. It is my dream, but I never imagined it like this. I never imagined it would be me in this body.
What will I do when my girlfriend invites over her handsome ex? What will I do when he brings a friend? Who will I fall into bed with? Will I still love every minute of it when it’s me with my legs spread?
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Brandi looked herself in the mirror and I couldn’t help but have my breath taken away by it. In all my time on this earth I never thought I would really manage to make my dream come true, I never thought I would see this in the flesh.
But here she was standing right in front of me, my dream girl wearing not a stitch of clothing.
Brandi was the definition of a bombshell, the type of girl you pictured when you thought about busty blonde bimbos. Her long blonde hair hung in curls, cascading over her shoulders and framing a face that was cute and almost cherubic. Her eyes were big and blue, with long lashes that batted as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her nose was cute as a button, sitting right above lips that were so full and plump they looked like they could never in a million years be real. Her mouth had a permanent pout to it, and half the time her brow was furrowed so it looked like she was confused.
But if her face was a ten then it had nothing on her body.
She had wide hips that flared out from an impossibly tiny waist. Her stomach was smooth and flat, trim and toned without the hardness that came from athleticism. Brandi had a bit of softness to her that only served to accentuate her curves.
Her ass was generous, two cheeks that were more than handfuls and stood just as impossibly pert as the breasts she had. Oh her breasts. Her breasts defied gravity. The way they bounced and jiggled showed they were 100% real and yet there was no way they could be. No breasts could be so big yet so perky, with nipples that were perfectly sized and rosy pink in hue.
She was a dream. She was my dream. And she was me.