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Bimbo Talk
By Yurix

Sand, sea, and being sexy… that was all Katie seemed to care about. It wasn’t a vacation day for her, nor was it a work day. In fact, it was hard to tell if the obviously-curvy woman, wearing the slimmest thing that could be called a bikini over her copper-tanned skin, was thinking of anything else.

An undisturbed smile on her face, she hummed a lounge beat that she barely remembered, looking from under her parasol as people passed by her, some with disgust in their eyes, others with jealousy. She didn’t pay any attention to either: all she looked at were the guys who played volleyball, or the surfers, or the lifeguard, or anything that had a Y chromosome in their DNA. Yet, she would have never thought of such complicated words as ‘chromosome’ – at least, not in years.

Everyone who looked at her could tell she had the California girl bimbo look to her: a little over 5’8” without the stiletto sandals, and close to 6’ with, sun-bleached golden locks that cascaded down to her Brazilian-cut backside and curvy hips, a string-tied bikini over her hot spot and tenting nips leaving very little hidden of her immense breasts.

Only, no one knew of the person inside – even Katie herself seemed to ignore it. Under the body work, implants and extensions was someone far different… someone who had not seen the light of day in years: Caithlyn. Smaller in every ways, save for the mental department. Had Caitlyn existed now, she would be a few inches shorter, a few inches less off her hips and many, many inches off her bust line. Rather than the sparkly, purplish eyes Katie has, she would flash dark brown irises. Rather than cascading locks, her hair would be cut short, almost boyishly so. And rather than the flimsy algae green bikini that left so little covered, she would be sporting a business suit, pants and shoes. Everything to make her look like she was a hard-worker… something Katie was not.

As Katie admired the beach – especially the boys – she noticed something on the ground, a dozen steps away from the crashing waves. It was red and white, shiny, and seemed unnoticed by the rest of the beachcombers. Taking a long, hard moment to think – though she didn’t look the part, what with her head tilted to the left, her right index tapping her chin and her other lifting her oversized buxom up – she pieced together with her slow train of thought that the object was, aside from shiny, something worth looking away from the guys for.

Strutting over to it, every movement of her body oozed with sexual appeal: sashaying hips, bouncing breasts, arms swishing along with her curves. Giggling as she heard whistles and cheap calls, she came to stop a few inches from it and lowered herself, making sure everyone had a view of how each cheek was surrounding what little fabric was meant to cover her backside, giving ‘camel toe’ a whole new meaning.

The moment she picked up the item, she looked at it vapidly. The washed-ashore trinket was a beaded pendant of some sort, with a thick, masterfully-cut red stone hanging from it. Had she the brains to think of the stone’s type, she probably would have figured it was an actual ruby, something that made the pendant worth thousands of dollars, if not more by its size.

Sashaying back to her towel under the parasol, she took the time to slide the pendant around her neck, fluffing her hair up to keep it from snagging in its chain, and was about to return to her daily schedule of hunk-watching… when something caught her attention.

Or rather, someone. At least, it looked like someone, but that person didn’t look there… at least, not completely. Just looking in that person’s direction was giving her a headache.

The person was perhaps an inch or two shorter than she was, and had hair so short that it almost looked like a boy’s. Given the semi-translucent look, it was hard to pin an actual color on her hair and eyes, but the dark-blue business suit worn by the person – clearly a woman by the faint bulge against the fabric on her chest – was an eye-sore, especially for the current weather. The biggest eye-sore was how grumpy she looked, especially when she turned to lock eyes with Katie.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing?” the frumpy-clothed woman yelled.

Katie looked around and noticed that no one else had reacted. In fact, everyone else seemed completely oblivious to what was going on. Women would rolls their eyes or shake their heads, while men would make a double-take or catch a snapshot of the woman on their phones, but nothing else.

“Huh?” a confused Katie let out. “Uhhh… who’re you?”

The woman shook her head. “Wonderful… you don’t even remember what you looked like before all that crap, do you?”

“Uhhh… no.” Katie faintly thought before giving up.

The woman walked over to the sun-tanned woman and tried to swing her fist down against her head… only for the blow to pass through. “You’re kidding me…” she groaned before looking at her hand and finally sitting down. “If that’s what afterlife is like, I’d rather stay dead…”

“Whadda ya mean?” Katie wondered, puzzled.

The semi-visible woman let out an irritated sigh. “Look, can’t we go elsewhere? You’re freaking everyone out!”

Katie briefly looked around, noticing how the other beach-combers looked at her with an odd expression. Some were starting to think that the vapid-looking woman was two fries short of a blue-plate special, while others – especially though who gawked at her – were starting to walk away. “Ah, pooie…” she moaned before grabbing her towel, sunglasses and purse and slipping into her stilettos before walking out of the beach and into her red-hot convertible.

“At least you got a car… that’s good.” The semi-transparent woman said, appearing next to Katie as the bimbo-esque woman fumbled to start the ignition.

“Okay, who’re you and why are you following me?” she let out before finally starting the car.

“I’m you… or at least, who you’re supposed to be.” The ghost-like woman answered. “For now, you can call me Caitlyn.”

“Okay… um… other me!” Katie giggled, prompting a heavy sigh to escape Caitlyn’s lips.

Caitlyn looked around at the poorly-decorated apartment. “That’s where you live? Ugh!” she let out, noticing how what little furniture and appliances seemed to fit an all-too sad theme: white and pink. “What’s with all that pink?”

“Pink’s a happy color!” Katie let out with a bubbly tone as she slipped out of her stilettos. “Hey… other me… why are you here?”

“I told you not to call me that!” the frustrated woman let out.

“You did?” the vapid girl wondered, unsure if that was actually the case. “So… why’re you here?”

“The hell I know…” Caitlyn said, trying to take her coat off, only to find that she was unable to. “Ah fuck… what now?”

“Hee hee… you said ‘fuck’!” Katie giggled, causing the already fuming woman to roll her eyes. “You wanna-“

“NO!” Caitlyn screamed out. “And get something to wear! You look like a scamp!”

Katie let out a weepy moan as she walked to her bedroom, leaving Caitlyn in the hall. While she had other things she could wear, she felt like nothing was revealing enough. Her taste for clothes always went for the ‘risqué’: huge amounts of cleavage, tiny skirts and shirts short enough to show off her navel.

The moment Caitlyn figured that she could walk through the door, she slipped into the room – a less-bubbly, more comfy place than the hall – and examined the girl who was holding back her tears as she slipped out of the bikini and into a reinforced bra. “Don’t give me that look…” she let out, trying to hide her frustration.

“You’re so mean…” Katie weepily babbled.

Caitlyn let out a heavy sigh as she sat down on the bed. “Fine… I’ll tone it down, but only if you and I talk it over.”

“’kay…” Katie resigned herself, slipping into her bra, which kept her immense breasts standing out like cannons.

Caitlyn folded her arms and took a look at the bimbo. “See, I’m not there there.” She began, trying to use simple words to get across. “That pendant around your neck, it’s made me come out. See, I’m the part of your mind that you’ve been trying to keep from coming out.”

“So… you ARE another me.” Katie concluded. “Just not me with the boobs and all.”

Caitlyn paused to look in the closet, then turned back to look at her other self. “Pretty much. I got the smarts, and you… I’m not sure what you’ve got…”

Katie got up and made an excited jump, causing her tits to nearly jump out of her bra. “I got big boobs, and a big butt, and long hair, and-“

“Jeez! Don’t you think about anything else?” Caitlyn let out, folding her arms in anger.

It took a moment for the bleach-blonde woman to answer. “I like to have fun!”

“And how do you make money?” the business woman wondered. “How can you pay your apartment?” The long silence that was Katie’s answer said more than enough. “Ugh… forget I even asked… Shit, you’re worse off than I thought…”

Katie got up and tried to press her hands against Caitlyn’s much-smaller chest. “Ah come on, it’s really fun!” she said before noticing that her hands weren’t touching anything.

Caitlyn slid to her left to avoid her other self’s hands and sighed. “What the hell is wrong with you…” she let out in a breathy tone of defeat. “That’s not the kind of person I wanted to be!”

“Huh?” the long-haired beauty let out as she looked at the irate woman. “What’s wrong?”

“Sounds like I’m gonna have to explain everything…” the strict-looking, semi-visible persona said. “Back when you were young, what did you want?”

“Um… to have fun?” Katie wondered, unsure of the answer.

“No… well, yes and no.” she replied before she began pacing. “Back when I was a kid, way before you ended up the way you were, I wanted mom and dad to be there for me… but that didn’t happen. Dad was drunk. Mom was always high. And when dad got drunk, he’d hit us – me and mom. But when Mom came out of her high, she hit me and yelled at dad. Before, I wanted my parents to like me; after all that crap, all I wanted was to leave.”

“Then I showed up?” the bimbo hastily asked.

“No.” she corrected her before continuing. “I left home and my state for Washington to study… but I ended up getting bullied because I wasn’t from the place. Girls picked on me because I was average, and guys didn’t like me because I was too smart. I ended up working my way up to Yale, and studied my ass off to get a job in the stock exchange.”

Katie vapidly giggled. “You said-“

“I KNOW WHAT I SAID!” Caitlyn shouted before breaking into tears. “Why did you have to end up a bimbo?!? I had everything I wanted! No one to boss me around…”

“No boobs.” The bimbo added, as if to correct her.

“All the money I could ever need!”

“No curves.”

“Success and respect.” She continued, though her tone was starting to lose its sharpness and becoming slowly worn out.

“No fun.”

“No family trouble…”

“I got no trouble, too!”

Caitlyn let out a long sigh. “Why the hell did I end up like… like you?”

Kate took a long moment to think. “Cause you were no fun!” she concluded. “You said no guys wanted you, and look at me! All the boys keep drooling when they see me! They buy me drinks, and dinner, and…” She was about to continue rambling when she noticed Caitlyn wasn’t paying attention. “Hey… you okay?”

The business suit-wearing woman made a wry smile. “I can’t believe you’re so shallow… I worked my ass off to be happy, and you make all that hard work go down the drain.”

“Nuh uh.” The bronzed woman said. “You work all the time, but everyone thinks you’re boring. You don’t wanna be alone, do you?”

Caitlyn glanced at Katie for a second. “That’s the smartest thing you said all day.”

“Yep!” the immensely-chested woman let out.

“But I don’t want to end up screwing around all day just to live.” The smarter of the two continued. “Don’t you want to stop all those one-nighters and find one guy? I mean, don’t you think you deserve someone who’ll be happy to have you around…?”

The overly-curvy woman scratched her head. “One guy… sounds boring. Maybe if he’s a hunk with a lot of money and… oh!” the faint lightbulb in her head lit. “That’s what you want! You want that one guy to like you, even without the boobs and the butt and the-“

“Okay that’s enough…” Caitlyn sat back down. “I wanted to be smart to get out of there and be somebody, not to end up a bimbo!”

“But when you tried with that guy…” Katie argued back. “…He dumped you, and after that, I came out!”

Caitlyn winced at the thought. Just thinking back to that moment hurt like hell. That last day at work, after the man she thought she had connected with – Jason, she remembered – admitted that he was using her to get info on stocks, and how she quit afterwards, unable to bear that the one colleague who had showed her the ropes and treated her as an equal finally ended up using her like one of those dumb secretaries who fawned all over him.

It hurt her to admit it, but Katie had a point: had she not become the woman she was now, the worst possible scenario was that she’d end up like her folks, or dead… and she was unsure which was worse. But living the life of a living sex-doll was not what she wanted at all.

Caitlyn was smart and successful, but Katie was sexy and happy.

(What now?)

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Bimbo Talk
By Yurix

Sand, sea, and being sexy… that was all Katie seemed to care about. It wasn’t a vacation day for her, nor was it a work day. In fact, it was hard to tell if the obviously-curvy woman, wearing the slimmest thing that could be called a bikini over her copper-tanned skin, was thinking of anything else.

An undisturbed smile on her face, she hummed a lounge beat that she barely remembered, looking from under her parasol as people passed by her, some with disgust in their eyes, others with jealousy. She didn’t pay any attention to either: all she looked at were the guys who played volleyball, or the surfers, or the lifeguard, or anything that had a Y chromosome in their DNA. Yet, she would have never thought of such complicated words as ‘chromosome’ – at least, not in years.

Everyone who looked at her could tell she had the California girl bimbo look to her: a little over 5’8” without the stiletto sandals, and close to 6’ with, sun-bleached golden locks that cascaded down to her Brazilian-cut backside and curvy hips, a string-tied bikini over her hot spot and tenting nips leaving very little hidden of her immense breasts.

Only, no one knew of the person inside – even Katie herself seemed to ignore it. Under the body work, implants and extensions was someone far different… someone who had not seen the light of day in years: Caithlyn. Smaller in every ways, save for the mental department. Had Caitlyn existed now, she would be a few inches shorter, a few inches less off her hips and many, many inches off her bust line. Rather than the sparkly, purplish eyes Katie has, she would flash dark brown irises. Rather than cascading locks, her hair would be cut short, almost boyishly so. And rather than the flimsy algae green bikini that left so little covered, she would be sporting a business suit, pants and shoes. Everything to make her look like she was a hard-worker… something Katie was not.

As Katie admired the beach – especially the boys – she noticed something on the ground, a dozen steps away from the crashing waves. It was red and white, shiny, and seemed unnoticed by the rest of the beachcombers. Taking a long, hard moment to think – though she didn’t look the part, what with her head tilted to the left, her right index tapping her chin and her other lifting her oversized buxom up – she pieced together with her slow train of thought that the object was, aside from shiny, something worth looking away from the guys for.

Strutting over to it, every movement of her body oozed with sexual appeal: sashaying hips, bouncing breasts, arms swishing along with her curves. Giggling as she heard whistles and cheap calls, she came to stop a few inches from it and lowered herself, making sure everyone had a view of how each cheek was surrounding what little fabric was meant to cover her backside, giving ‘camel toe’ a whole new meaning.

The moment she picked up the item, she looked at it vapidly. The washed-ashore trinket was a beaded pendant of some sort, with a thick, masterfully-cut red stone hanging from it. Had she the brains to think of the stone’s type, she probably would have figured it was an actual ruby, something that made the pendant worth thousands of dollars, if not more by its size.

Sashaying back to her towel under the parasol, she took the time to slide the pendant around her neck, fluffing her hair up to keep it from snagging in its chain, and was about to return to her daily schedule of hunk-watching… when something caught her attention.

Or rather, someone. At least, it looked like someone, but that person didn’t look there… at least, not completely. Just looking in that person’s direction was giving her a headache.

The person was perhaps an inch or two shorter than she was, and had hair so short that it almost looked like a boy’s. Given the semi-translucent look, it was hard to pin an actual color on her hair and eyes, but the dark-blue business suit worn by the person – clearly a woman by the faint bulge against the fabric on her chest – was an eye-sore, especially for the current weather. The biggest eye-sore was how grumpy she looked, especially when she turned to lock eyes with Katie.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing?” the frumpy-clothed woman yelled.

Katie looked around and noticed that no one else had reacted. In fact, everyone else seemed completely oblivious to what was going on. Women would rolls their eyes or shake their heads, while men would make a double-take or catch a snapshot of the woman on their phones, but nothing else.

“Huh?” a confused Katie let out. “Uhhh… who’re you?”

The woman shook her head. “Wonderful… you don’t even remember what you looked like before all that crap, do you?”

“Uhhh… no.” Katie faintly thought before giving up.

The woman walked over to the sun-tanned woman and tried to swing her fist down against her head… only for the blow to pass through. “You’re kidding me…” she groaned before looking at her hand and finally sitting down. “If that’s what afterlife is like, I’d rather stay dead…”

“Whadda ya mean?” Katie wondered, puzzled.

The semi-visible woman let out an irritated sigh. “Look, can’t we go elsewhere? You’re freaking everyone out!”

Katie briefly looked around, noticing how the other beach-combers looked at her with an odd expression. Some were starting to think that the vapid-looking woman was two fries short of a blue-plate special, while others – especially though who gawked at her – were starting to walk away. “Ah, pooie…” she moaned before grabbing her towel, sunglasses and purse and slipping into her stilettos before walking out of the beach and into her red-hot convertible.

“At least you got a car… that’s good.” The semi-transparent woman said, appearing next to Katie as the bimbo-esque woman fumbled to start the ignition.

“Okay, who’re you and why are you following me?” she let out before finally starting the car.

“I’m you… or at least, who you’re supposed to be.” The ghost-like woman answered. “For now, you can call me Caitlyn.”

“Okay… um… other me!” Katie giggled, prompting a heavy sigh to escape Caitlyn’s lips.

Caitlyn looked around at the poorly-decorated apartment. “That’s where you live? Ugh!” she let out, noticing how what little furniture and appliances seemed to fit an all-too sad theme: white and pink. “What’s with all that pink?”

“Pink’s a happy color!” Katie let out with a bubbly tone as she slipped out of her stilettos. “Hey… other me… why are you here?”

“I told you not to call me that!” the frustrated woman let out.

“You did?” the vapid girl wondered, unsure if that was actually the case. “So… why’re you here?”

“The hell I know…” Caitlyn said, trying to take her coat off, only to find that she was unable to. “Ah fuck… what now?”

“Hee hee… you said ‘fuck’!” Katie giggled, causing the already fuming woman to roll her eyes. “You wanna-“

“NO!” Caitlyn screamed out. “And get something to wear! You look like a scamp!”

Katie let out a weepy moan as she walked to her bedroom, leaving Caitlyn in the hall. While she had other things she could wear, she felt like nothing was revealing enough. Her taste for clothes always went for the ‘risqué’: huge amounts of cleavage, tiny skirts and shirts short enough to show off her navel.

The moment Caitlyn figured that she could walk through the door, she slipped into the room – a less-bubbly, more comfy place than the hall – and examined the girl who was holding back her tears as she slipped out of the bikini and into a reinforced bra. “Don’t give me that look…” she let out, trying to hide her frustration.

“You’re so mean…” Katie weepily babbled.

Caitlyn let out a heavy sigh as she sat down on the bed. “Fine… I’ll tone it down, but only if you and I talk it over.”

“’kay…” Katie resigned herself, slipping into her bra, which kept her immense breasts standing out like cannons.

Caitlyn folded her arms and took a look at the bimbo. “See, I’m not there there.” She began, trying to use simple words to get across. “That pendant around your neck, it’s made me come out. See, I’m the part of your mind that you’ve been trying to keep from coming out.”

“So… you ARE another me.” Katie concluded. “Just not me with the boobs and all.”

Caitlyn paused to look in the closet, then turned back to look at her other self. “Pretty much. I got the smarts, and you… I’m not sure what you’ve got…”

Katie got up and made an excited jump, causing her tits to nearly jump out of her bra. “I got big boobs, and a big butt, and long hair, and-“

“Jeez! Don’t you think about anything else?” Caitlyn let out, folding her arms in anger.

It took a moment for the bleach-blonde woman to answer. “I like to have fun!”

“And how do you make money?” the business woman wondered. “How can you pay your apartment?” The long silence that was Katie’s answer said more than enough. “Ugh… forget I even asked… Shit, you’re worse off than I thought…”

Katie got up and tried to press her hands against Caitlyn’s much-smaller chest. “Ah come on, it’s really fun!” she said before noticing that her hands weren’t touching anything.

Caitlyn slid to her left to avoid her other self’s hands and sighed. “What the hell is wrong with you…” she let out in a breathy tone of defeat. “That’s not the kind of person I wanted to be!”

“Huh?” the long-haired beauty let out as she looked at the irate woman. “What’s wrong?”

“Sounds like I’m gonna have to explain everything…” the strict-looking, semi-visible persona said. “Back when you were young, what did you want?”

“Um… to have fun?” Katie wondered, unsure of the answer.

“No… well, yes and no.” she replied before she began pacing. “Back when I was a kid, way before you ended up the way you were, I wanted mom and dad to be there for me… but that didn’t happen. Dad was drunk. Mom was always high. And when dad got drunk, he’d hit us – me and mom. But when Mom came out of her high, she hit me and yelled at dad. Before, I wanted my parents to like me; after all that crap, all I wanted was to leave.”

“Then I showed up?” the bimbo hastily asked.

“No.” she corrected her before continuing. “I left home and my state for Washington to study… but I ended up getting bullied because I wasn’t from the place. Girls picked on me because I was average, and guys didn’t like me because I was too smart. I ended up working my way up to Yale, and studied my ass off to get a job in the stock exchange.”

Katie vapidly giggled. “You said-“

“I KNOW WHAT I SAID!” Caitlyn shouted before breaking into tears. “Why did you have to end up a bimbo?!? I had everything I wanted! No one to boss me around…”

“No boobs.” The bimbo added, as if to correct her.

“All the money I could ever need!”

“No curves.”

“Success and respect.” She continued, though her tone was starting to lose its sharpness and becoming slowly worn out.

“No fun.”

“No family trouble…”

“I got no trouble, too!”

Caitlyn let out a long sigh. “Why the hell did I end up like… like you?”

Kate took a long moment to think. “Cause you were no fun!” she concluded. “You said no guys wanted you, and look at me! All the boys keep drooling when they see me! They buy me drinks, and dinner, and…” She was about to continue rambling when she noticed Caitlyn wasn’t paying attention. “Hey… you okay?”

The business suit-wearing woman made a wry smile. “I can’t believe you’re so shallow… I worked my ass off to be happy, and you make all that hard work go down the drain.”

“Nuh uh.” The bronzed woman said. “You work all the time, but everyone thinks you’re boring. You don’t wanna be alone, do you?”

Caitlyn glanced at Katie for a second. “That’s the smartest thing you said all day.”

“Yep!” the immensely-chested woman let out.

“But I don’t want to end up screwing around all day just to live.” The smarter of the two continued. “Don’t you want to stop all those one-nighters and find one guy? I mean, don’t you think you deserve someone who’ll be happy to have you around…?”

The overly-curvy woman scratched her head. “One guy… sounds boring. Maybe if he’s a hunk with a lot of money and… oh!” the faint lightbulb in her head lit. “That’s what you want! You want that one guy to like you, even without the boobs and the butt and the-“

“Okay that’s enough…” Caitlyn sat back down. “I wanted to be smart to get out of there and be somebody, not to end up a bimbo!”

“But when you tried with that guy…” Katie argued back. “…He dumped you, and after that, I came out!”

Caitlyn winced at the thought. Just thinking back to that moment hurt like hell. That last day at work, after the man she thought she had connected with – Jason, she remembered – admitted that he was using her to get info on stocks, and how she quit afterwards, unable to bear that the one colleague who had showed her the ropes and treated her as an equal finally ended up using her like one of those dumb secretaries who fawned all over him.

It hurt her to admit it, but Katie had a point: had she not become the woman she was now, the worst possible scenario was that she’d end up like her folks, or dead… and she was unsure which was worse. But living the life of a living sex-doll was not what she wanted at all.

Caitlyn was smart and successful, but Katie was sexy and happy.

(What now?)