The Bimbo Curse

Happy kicked a rock across the street as he cursed his bad luck. He had just left his sixth speed dating event and, by the way it went, he wasn’t likely going to get any kind of response from this one either. Maybe it was his name that was crippling his chances? He just got out of high school three months prior and was the youngest at the event by far, but high school kids were so immature and annoying. Happy was far more refined and mature. Standing six feet tall, he came from a wealthy family and carried himself as such. He wore a scarf to the event, tied in the front, a leather jacket, freshly pressed slacks and Christian Louboutin shoes. Stroking his goatee, Happy rifled his hand through his mid-length brown hair while looking at his reflection in a storefront window. The night was young and, though he couldn’t frequent bars yet, Happy thought standing around the entryway could lead to a possible hookup.

Hours passed, as did several inebriated prospects. One by one, Happy found his advances rejected. One showed promise but vomited on the pavement next to his shoes before one of her girlfriends pulled her away. Nearing last call, Happy waited a bit longer, hoping to gain the attention of any woman. Unfortunately, it seemed every woman was accompanied by a man. Even the worst looking women had an escort! With the bar doors closed, Happy turned, walking down the street towards a small park. There wouldn’t be anyone there this time of night, other than homeless people trying to keep warm and get some sleep. For Happy though, it was a bit of a pick-me-up to his fractured ego. 

The moonlight leaked through trees spread throughout the park, casting shadows everywhere. It was difficult for Happy to see more than a few feet in front of his face. Tying his scarf a bit tighter, Happy picked up his pace, trying to get through the park as quickly as possible. Often, he would use it as a shortcut to get home, taking a mile off the walk but this was the first time he’d braved the park this late at night. Hearing the breeze move through the trees, and the displacement of the moonlight cemented that this would be the last time he would ever cut through the area again.

Near the edge of the park however, Happy heard a sound that wasn’t eerie in the least. In fact, it sounded rather intriguing. A low, feminine moan fluttered through the night breeze, ringing in Happy’s ears. He stood still, anticipating a corresponding male’s moan but it never came. Instead, the feminine moan called out again, louder this time. Happy found himself walking slowly towards the sound, which was coming from behind a group of bushes. “H-hello? Is everything okay back there?”

The moaning abruptly stopped and the bushes began to shake, making Happy step backwards. “Like, oh my gawd I so like, stuck! Help me!”

Her voice was bubbly, airy, and very sensuous. Grinning to himself, Happy walked forward, seeing that the bushes were very dense. Tilting his head, he walked around them to the other side, which was covered in darkness. “Hey there, maybe if walked around the bush it would be easier?”

“Like, duh! What didn’t I like, think of that?!”

Happy extended his hand to help the woman. When they came back into the moonlight, he could see her hand was small, tanned, and had long pink fingernails. Stepping back a bit more, the woman emerged fully causing Happy to gasp. If he wasn’t staring at her, he wouldn’t believe it possible. She was short, maybe five feet, six inches in her shoes with platinum blonde hair that stopped halfway down her back. Two large hoop earrings dangled from her ears. Happy blinked several times as the woman giggled, bouncing ever so slightly when she did, making her massive breasts jiggle. He wasn’t well versed in cup sizes but the pair on this woman were larger than anything he’d seen in real life. Each were as large as her head! Below the breasts, she had a narrow waistline which gave way to an impressive set of hips. She was the very definition of an hourglass. The woman licked her large, pouty lips and smiled. “Like, thank you so much for getting me outta there. I thought I was gonna like, be stuck forever!”

“Really, it was nothing. Is there anything I can help you with?”

She shifted on her pink, platform stiletto heels while rubbing her thick thighs together and grasping her breasts. “Mmhmm, there is something you can help me with. Poor Candi was all alone in those icky bushes and needed a man so badly! You look perfect for me… just the size I like.”

It took Happy off guard for the woman to be so direct. Her size? He was easily a foot taller than her had she been barefoot. “You mean… you want to…”

She flipped her hair and nodded, sauntering towards him. It was at this moment he noticed how much her legs were shaking while walking. It was almost as though it was the first time she’d ever walked in shoes like that. His attention drew away from that though when his vision was blocked by her massive chest. With it being a bit chilly, Happy could see her nipples erect under the micro-top she was wearing. Her hands wrapped around him, pushing her chest against his stomach as she looked into his eyes. “I want… a kiss to start. These sexy lips are totally kissable, right?”

It was all going so quickly, Happy only nodded and leaned down a bit. She slid her hand behind his head, nails raking through his brown hair as her lips met his in the most sensual, passionate kiss Happy had ever felt. She held him in the kiss for several minutes, and did not pull back for even a second, maintaining contact with him. When she finally did pull away, Happy’s eyelids fluttered as his legs felt like jelly. The kiss was so powerful, his entire body felt warm and numb at the same time. Giggling, Candi took his hand, leading him around the bush. “Come on sexy, it’s much darker back here and like, harder for people to see us!”

He wasn’t going to complain. She led him around and then push him down to the ground. Normally, a woman this small in comparison to Happy wouldn’t have been able to do that but his legs were still shaky from the kiss. “You know Candi, if you wanted me off my feet, I would have just laid down for you.”

Giggling again, Candi began stripping off her clothing, starting with her shoes. Happy followed suit, and was quickly naked as well, save his scarf. Candi walked with a bit more confidence toward him, kneeling down and straddling his chest. “You know sexy, I should like, really be thanking you.”

Her fingernails teased Happy’s chest, scraping over his nipples which felt far more sensitive than normal. “Why ooohhhh… why would you thank me? I haven’t done anything yet.”

Sitting back on his stomach, Candi pulled the hoop earrings out of her ears, setting them down next to her outfit. Maybe it was the lack of light, but happy was sure her breasts had gotten a bit smaller. “Oh no sweetie, you’ve done a lot for me.”

Her smile was different this time though Happy couldn’t put his finger on it. At the same time, Candi’s voice seemed less bubbly. She pressed her chest against his and kissed him again while curling her feet up onto his thighs. The kiss was just as powerful as the first. Happy felt a haze wash over him as he lost himself in the pleasure of having such a sexy body on top of his own. While locked in the kiss, Happy didn’t notice that his chest was puffing outwards, pushing harder against Candi’s. Behind her sexy body, Happy’s feet shrank down several sizes. Had he been paying more attention, he would have felt that Candi’s feet were going the opposite direction, becoming several sizes larger. When Candi released her kiss, she sat back up again and Happy’s eyes opened. “Ummm Candi? Is it just me or are your breasts shrinking?”

Candi laughed, not giggled. The laugh was missing the airiness from before and sounded much more controlled. While she spoke, Happy’s hips widened, while his backside filled out much more. “No sweetie, it’s not just you. Like I said, you are perfect. Just the right size and everything.”

Candi’s voice broke Happy out of his haze. It was much deeper in timbre, sounding more masculine. If he had to explain it, the voice would be something similar to if a man tried to speak like a woman. A throbbing feeling pulled Happy’s eyes off Candi and towards his chest. Gasping, he could see two very distinct mounds where a male chest previously was. “What is going on? Oh my god, my voice!”

Happy’s hands went to his throat while Candi stood back up. “I think I’ve had enough contact with you now. Know that I mean no harm to you, but I couldn’t bear being in this body for another twenty-eight days.”

The look on Happy’s face was of utter confusion. Candi, who had grown several inches taller, walked towards Happy’s clothing. “As gross as this is, I’m not wearing those clothes ever again. Also, listen carefully, as you need to know this before your mind becomes mush. Three months ago I ran into this bombshell of a chick who wanted to make all my dreams come true. I didn’t know it, but she was carrying this bimbo virus.”

Slipping Happy’s boxers on, Candi sneered a bit knowing she was putting another man’s clothing on but continued. “If it isn’t obvious yet, I’m no bimbo. I’m not even a woman. Yet I’ve been stuck as one since the night I met her.”

Happy shrank several more inches while he licked his lips, which were filling up to ridiculous proportions. When he spoke, it was with a severe lisp. “You mean I’m gonna like, turn into a bimbo? But I can’t be one! I’m like, rich and stuff!”

While Candi’s hair shortened, darkening to a light brown color, Happy’s hair lengthened, while his goatee disappeared, receding back into his face. Groaning loudly, he felt his hips shift while his pudgy belly sucked inwards. The fat from his belly migrated upwards to his chest, giving him breasts nearly the same size as Candi’s used to me. “Rich? The bimbo curse doesn’t care about that. I was an attorney before the change. I hope I can get my practice going again. Anyway, listen, because you are already losing your ability to think rationally. The curse keeps you in the body of a bimbo forever. The only way to get out of it is to find a man on the night of the fullest moon and make him willingly kiss you. Once daybreak happens, you are stuck until the next full moon.”

Happy moaned as his fingernails grew longer. Reaching between his legs, he found that he, was no longer a he. Only a soft, hairless mound sat where his male genitalia used to be. Candi slipped Happy’s pants and socks on, before buttoning up his shirt. “One other small issue. On the night on the full moon, you will find yourself unable to be seen in public. The only way to be able to come out in plain view is to have a man call out to you. If you are spotted before that time, you will be stuck for another moon. Believe me, it happened to me twice.”

Now a mere five feet tall, Happy stood up, her natural H-cup breasts swaying and nearly pulling her forward onto the ground. “But like, what do I do until then? I can’t like, go to my parents looking like this.”

Candi shivered as he recalled the previous three months. “You have the body of a bimbo and shortly, the mind of one as well. There’s only one thing you really can do.”

Happy pursed her lips while bringing a finger to them, deep in thought. While thinking, her thighs thickened as did her backside and hips. “Like, what’s that?”

“You have to make a living, don’t you? For what it’s worth, I didn’t think it was all that bad when in the body. Now however, I feel like I’m going to be sick. I don’t know how many guys I ended up sleeping with.”

Eyes widening, Happy lunged forward, kissing the man that used to be Candi. While she made contact, the man merely laughed and stepped backwards. With Happy furrowing her eyebrows, Candi slipped on Happy’s old shoes. “Nice try but remember the rules? You can’t be seen by anyone. I already saw you. One last thing, and I suppose it is a bit of a blessing. I found that no matter where I was or what I did, neither this skimpy outfit, or my body ever got dirty. Look at the bright side, your makeup and hair will always be perfect and showering is completely optional. I wonder what kind of outfit you’ll be stuck in…”

Both looked down at the garments as they began to shimmer. All the pink faded away, becoming a black latex. At this point, Happy’s mind was all but gone as she giggled and stared. “Like, oh my gawd! It’s so sexy!”

The wardrobe included a pair of black waist-length boots, along with skin tight black pants and a top that left a deep cleavage line. Without hesitation, Happy began putting on the outfit with amazing quickness. An outside party would wonder how Happy was able to dress so easily, having been a man just an hour ago. Candi laughed. “Ah, it looks like you are going to be hanging around the cycle clubs. That should be interesting. Those places have plenty of testosterone-filled men.”

“Test… testos… like, what’s that? Why the big yucky words?! Happy doesn’t under... Happy doesn’t get it!”

“Oh, silly me. It seems I’ve already forgot. They’re gonna have lots and lots of yummy seed for you!”

Happy’s eyes lit up like Christmas trees. “Like, really? Yay! Happy’s gonna have so much fun then!”

Giggling incessantly, Happy walked away proudly, walking as though she lived in the boots she was now wearing. Candi chuckled a bit while watching. The curse was quirky, in that Happy would be able to walk effortlessly in her shoes every single day, except when the full moon showed. Then again, based on where Happy would be hanging out, it wasn’t likely she’d be spending much time on her feet anyway. Would Happy be able to break out of the curse put upon her? Perhaps the better question would be, does Happy even want to?