(Fetish, bimbo, bimbofication) A self-made Bimbo

By ChangeYourPassword

Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

This tale is a stand-alone story of an adventure at Paradise Isle. Please read at least the first section of my story ‘Paradise Isle, The Beginning’, for background on the wonderful island and its sexual vacation orientation. It sets the stage for this and other stories of sexual pleasures enjoyed at that glorious resort local.

Brielle had listened to the Cindy Lauper song so many times that she knew all the lyrics, and could do a reasonable job of singing along. ‘Girls just want to have fun’ was an oldie, but she loved the lyrics and the idea behind them.

It was a wonderful anthem, but it bothered her that at this point in her life she wasn’t having any fun, at least not they type Cindy sang about. She was bored and lonely, and hugely disappointed by the way things were going.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t trying. But she just didn’t know how.

She was 27 and although she wasn’t a virgin, she didn’t have a man. And that was no fun.

After much self-examination, she had concluded that she’d gotten off track when she went off to college. The summer before she moved to campus, she’d decided in the best traditions of feminism to focus on her degree and her career and her independence. A relationship and ‘mister right’ could wait. She wouldn’t get tied down, or dependent on some man.

And she knew that she was intelligent enough and talented enough to succeed in the working world.

She’d majored in Information Systems, and with diligent study and a single-minded focus on academics she’d succeeded. Really succeeded. She now had a high-paying job for a big tech firm, and a wonderful career that kept her challenged and relatively happy. She was respected by her peers and managers, and paid as much as any man.

But, although she wasn’t a dog by any means, and she kept her body in fine shape through regular visits to the gym, a man was still missing from her life. She’d tried finding a partner. Someone to live with and share her life with. She hung out with the crowd. Dated and had Sex with several boys and men, and even a woman. But nothing had lasted, none of them seemed right, or none of them wanted to carry on and build a real relationship.

It was frustrating, and disappointing, and left her with nothing but her career. In school, she’d missed out on all of the fun the silly sociology majors had been able to enjoy. The parties and fashions and cosmetics and boys and the Sex. And now, she had money and success, but no social life. That part of her plan for a truly happy existence was missing.

And then, her attitude began to change. Later she couldn’t figure out what had tipped her off. Watching the Kardashians? Listening to Shania Twain? Surfing through the trash on the internet?

She knew that it was some of the stuff she stumbled onto in TikTok that pushed her over the edge. Some chick named Chrissy Chlapecka, expounded on the ‘new feminism’ on her BLOG.

And it somehow made a lot of sense to her. She could be both a strong independent woman, with a fine career, and be a ‘girl who just wanted to have fun’.

And enamored with the idea, Brielle had decided to change her dynamic. Her whole life, actually.

The more she thought about it the better it sounded, so she began searching for a way to make it happen. Weeks later she found the web site for ‘Paradise Island’, and their aptly titled Bimbo Package.

That’s what I’m looking for! She concluded happily. I can become a complete, modern woman. Not really the stereotypical, dumb blond, but an ultrafeminine girl, both intelligent and sexy.

A bimbo with brains. That would make her truly happy, and fulfill all of her dreams.

So, she told her boss that she needed a break, a long break, and as she had a ton of vacation time saved up, they let her sign out for an entire month, so she could vacation in the Caribbean, and come back well-rested, and ‘a new woman,’ the VP had agreeably said. Little did he know.

She made her reservation, for a three-week stay, and committed to the full Bimbo Package.

She’d come back a new woman, all right. And have a week for girly fun, before she went back to the grind. Every time she thought about showing up at work as a hyperfeminine engineer, she laughed at the picture. It would drive her nerdy colleagues insane!

Then, I’ll have it all…

She spent the next two months closing out her latest project in the office, and filling out endless paperwork for her Paradise Isle vacation. The visa forms were extensive and the resort’s forms, coupled with those they required for the package were endless.

But, anxious and nervous, she finally caught her flight for paradise.

She was so excited, that she couldn’t sleep at all during the first long flight, on the way down to the Caribbean. So, at the airport, before her next leg she bought a stack of fashion magazines, Cosmo, Vanity Fair, Vogue, Elle and even Teen. And she had read each of them, cover-to-cover, by the time she boarded the ferry that would take her to her new future.

Brielle had suffered through the final security checks, and welcoming briefings at the dock, and received her pink bracelet, when she was approached by a pretty girl in the staff uniform.

“Hi, Brielle? I’m Luisa, your concierge. How was your trip?”

“Hello Luisa, happy to meet you. And the trip was long and tiring.”

“I know, right? Everyone always arrives here, feeling exhausted. So, for the rest of the day, you need to just relax. We’ll start your program tomorrow.”

Brielle sighed and nodded. “Works for me.”

Luisa then consulted her tablet. “Now, it looks like you’ll be with us for a full three weeks. That’s excellent. I guarantee you that you’ll be a new woman, by the time you leave.”

“That’s the plan. It’s what I need.”

“Great. I also see that you’re here alone.” and it was more a question than a statement.

“Yes, only me.”

Luisa looked at her speculatively for a moment. “That’s a bit unusual for the program you’re signed up for. Most guests are accompanied by their partner.”

Brielle understood where Luisa was headed. “This is all my idea.”

“Oh, really? Good for you.”

Brielle smiled, “Yes, I’m just looking for more fun in my life.”

“Excellent. You go girl.”

Luisa paused for a moment, smiling. “In that case, I have one other question for you. Can I ask why you didn’t get a silver or gold bracelet? Almost everyone who visits us, alone, signs up for one. Especially those girls on the bimbo package. Although I must admit we don’t get many single women looking for that transformation.”

“Well…”

“I’m not trying to push you into it. Or even nudge you into it.” And she giggled, charmingly. “But if you’re looking for the change, I think you are, I suggest you try. They are strictly voluntary, you know. You never have to do anything, or anyone you don’t want to. They just indicate your willingness to consider.”

Brielle had seen the option when she made the reservations, and she had seriously considered it, but something had held her back. Fear mostly, she wasn’t like that.

But after spending the hours of her flight reading the encouraging magazines, she was already feeling Horny, and ready, and excited, So, what the heck — why not?

“You’re right, It’s a great idea!” She said, giggling.

“Excellent. I think the new you will be happy you did. Let me just make the adjustment to your records.”

After pecking away at her screen, for a couple seconds, she paused and without taking her eyes off the display, she asked “silver or gold?”

Brielle remembered the difference, it only took her a moment to throw all caution to the winds and answer, “gold.” Again, why the hell not?

Luisa tapped her screen, quickly retrieved a gold bracelet, and snapped it on Brielle’s right wrist. “You won’t regret it.” She said with a wink, and a surprising little kiss on Brielle’s cheek.

Brielle and Luisa were then taken by van, with several couples and concierges, to the huge hotel complex. The so-called Fet Resort.

That was another option she’d fretted over. She could have chosen one of the other, less freaky resorts on the island. All of them were very sexually oriented. But she had ultimately decided, based on what she read, that after she recovered, that place would be the most fun. She hoped it was the right decision.

Luisa took Brielle strait to her suite. A beautiful room, overlooking the central courtyard and its pools, restaurants, bars and pavilions.

“Take a rest, my dear, and get some food in you. You should also take in the sights and be sure to do some people watching. This place is called the Fetish resort for a reason.” And she laughed. “I’m sure you’ll be fascinated by the other guests.”

“Okay,” Brielle replied, drawing out the word. She was unsure of just what kinds of guests to expect, and a little nervous about it. She, herself had never been into any of the sexual fetishes she’d heard tell of. And she wasn’t sure what to expect.

Luisa giggled. “Fear not, honey. Just enjoy.”

“And in the morning, you’re scheduled for an 0800 session at the clinic for your consultation with the medical team. And we move fast around here. So, you just might find yourself in surgery by noon.”

“Really? That soon?” she said, nervously.

“Well, it depends on the doctors’ schedules, and their plans for you. Although we’ve perfected pretty much every procedure you may want, and that means recovery times are phenomenally short, we want you recovered and able to enjoy your new self here at the resort, before you have to head home. With three weeks that shouldn’t be too big a problem. You were wise in scheduling a lengthy stay.”

“Thanks, it was very expensive, but I figured I’d need the time.” She replied, pleased with her planning.

As she was heading for the door, Luisa added, “And I hope you’ve given plenty of thought to what changes you want to make to your face and body, because that will be the initial topic for tomorrow.”

Brielle sat for a few minutes after Luisa’s departure, fighting her nervousness; reminding herself of her dreams and goals. Then, resolve restored, she headed out to explore.

Almost from the moment she stepped outside she was astonished by the sights. The guests wandering around freely, both the men and the women, were mostly naked, good looking, sexy and often outlandish.

She’d never seen, or imagined so much sexiness, in the flesh!

Of course, she had occasionally browsed the Porn sites on the Internet, and seen things both beautiful, unusual and even bizarre, but here, she was seeing it all live and, in the flesh, and it was truly overwhelming.

She felt like a child on their first visit to Disneyland. Every few minutes as she walked along, it was all she could do to not stand dumbfounded and stare.

Mentally exhausted after only fifteen minutes, she turned and retraced her steps back to her room.

There she collapsed onto the bed, closed her eyes and tried to compose herself. Perhaps it was just the jet lag, she thought. I just need to rest for a bit.

But the sheer eroticism of what she’d seen, so much more than anything she’d ever experienced, had her really rattled.

As she laid there evaluating what she’d observed, she slowly drifted off to sleep.

Waking up, a couple of hours later, she felt much better, both physically and emotionally and she realized too, that this place was perfect! It was full of sexy people enjoying their fantasies and fetishes, and having great fun doing it.

That was exactly why she was here.

So, she got up excitedly and took her first step to fit in, on Paradise Isle, at the infamous fet resort. She pulled out the tiniest bikini she’d ever owned, and tied it in place, before she headed back out, to have some fun.

She started giggling as she walked out the door. This sexy little bikini, that showed far more of her body than she’d ever exposed in public before, would only be worn this one time. It would never fit her new body. What a glorious waste!

This time out she felt much better about what she was seeing. She still stared, but it was always with a friendly smile, and many people smiled back. And seeing her pink and gold bracelets, many of them proposed sexual encounters.

In each of those cases, she politely declined, explaining that she’d only just arrived and was too jet-lagged to participate in anything, with anyone.

But a couple of times she was sorely tempted.

As she walked around, though she became increasingly Horny. How could she not. And she also saw women, beautiful women, who had many of the attributes she was looking for. And that got her excited.

And the analytical side of her mind also took over and monitored the reactions of the other guests, both men and women, to the women they all saw. Which of the women, garnered the most attention, and why?

When she was done with her procedures, she wanted to be able to walk around and attract the same high levels of attention, for the same reasons.

Damn! It was fun.

She was a bit curious as to why so many of the other guests were looking at her. Her body wasn’t anywhere near as attractive or erotic as the other women around her. Eventually, though as she wandered around, she figured it out. Almost everyone she encountered had a partner. Couples were everywhere, men and women, women and women, men and men. And most of them, at least one in every pairing was prettier or more shapely, or decorated, or uniquely erotic than she was.

She realized that she was one of the few women without a partner. There were very few single people to be seen. Simply by being alone, she was attracting special interest.

It had nothing to do with her looks.

Just you wait, she said to herself each time she realized she was being ogled. I’ll be single and as fantastically sexy as any of the other women.

Eventually, starving, she stopped her wandering and settled down to have a nice dinner.

Several times she was propositioned. Asked to join some couple for a fun night. And no matter if it was a man, or a woman, she declined. She was tempted, but more interested in the events planned for tomorrow.

Finished with her food and drinks, she scurried off to her suite to calm down and get a good night’s sleep.

But she spent a good part of the night contemplating her morning meeting. She had dreamed of what her new body would be like. She had even assembled a ‘dream book’ full of photos found on the internet. But she had left it behind, too large to haul along on the trip. And she wanted to hear what the staff here would suggest. After all, they were the experts at producing highly attractive women — that was what the bimbo package was all about, right?

Of course, she knew that she wanted a better figure, and a bigger chest, her B-cup breasts were fine, but not for the look she was going for.

And she expected to have some work done on her face, too. She’d always considered her nose too big and her lips too thin.

There was a lot more. So many possibilities, and she expected to explore all of them with the doctors, tomorrow.

In the morning, Luisa picked her up in a golf-cart for the short ride to the island’s state-of-the-art hospital. The place was impressively new and modern. And the staff was friendly and efficient. They explained that her first appointment was in the imaging lab, not for X-rays, but for a full body, digital scan. The doctors would use it for their planning sessions, during and after the interview and counselling sessions where she’d select and define the things she wanted done, as part of her package.

“I’ll meet up with you, later for your planning session,” Luisa told her, as she was escorted by a technician into an exam suite.

There, she had to stand naked and still in a small round booth, while the system used lasers to scan her body, and assemble an exact, digital image of her entire body.

After that, she had a complete physical.

“Oh, no. I won’t be doing your procedures. The plastic surgery team will handle that.” The doctor explained, during the exhaustive review of her body. She came away with the knowledge that she was in perfectly good health.

Afterwards, she sat in a small waiting room for only a short time before Luisa retrieved her and ushered her into a small conference room with two doctors and two consultants. And all of them were gorgeous.

They must practice what they preach, Brielle said to herself, happily. If they take as good a care of me, as they have of themselves, I’ll be really happy.

After a series of friendly greetings, she took the proffered chair at the head of the table, and Luisa sat in the back, only to observe and record, she had explained.

First, they questioned her on why she had chosen the package, and she answered them honestly and openly. They were all surprisingly receptive and encouraging, which helped her relax.

Then they pressed her more about her goals, and her particular wants.

When her explanations were complete, they immediately got down to technical aspects. And soon Brielle started to feel like an observer, rather than the subject.

The four professionals quickly took over the discussion, conferring over improvements and changes to her body and face, almost as if she was a mannequin being prepared for the show-room floor.

After a while though, they began to present their conclusions to her, as in; ‘we think this would be best’, and ‘that will produce the right outcome.’

Brielle understood and agreed to most of their basic plans. Their suggestions for bigger cheek bones, a smaller nose with a little up-turn, a narrower chin, all sounded great.

She did amend a couple of their suggestions.

“I’d like even larger breasts.” She told them at one point.

“How much larger? A couple-hundred CCs?”

“I don’t know, you’re the experts. I just want a bigger cup-size. Much bigger! Drive men crazy big.” She burst out, exasperated.

“And I like the idea of larger eyes.” Their suggestion of making her eyes a little larger and adding colored contacts with a slightly larger iris, sounded wonderful.

“A smaller waist sounds perfect, but I’m not into the huge hips and Ass look. Not like Kim K. Just a nice, solid Ass for me, please.”

“The same thing with my lips. I don’t want cock pillow lips, just bigger than what I have now.”

The team nodded, and made notes, acknowledging her desires, and agreeing with her choices.

They then moved on to showing her slide after slide of examples, and had her select which looked best to her.

That exercise burned another hour.

“That was fun, like shopping for the perfect dress.” She told them, afterwards.

“And it gives us a perfect set of guidelines for what will make you happiest.” The senior surgeon responded.

After that phase, one of the consultants began peppering her with more cosmetic questions. Like what color and length of hair would she prefer? ‘Blonde, full, long and wavy.’

Would she like to be hairless? Everywhere but her head, that is. After a little thought; ‘yes’.

Would she like permanent, tattooed eyeliner and lip-liner? More internal debate, then again, ‘yes.’

At that point, she was feeling like a kid in a candy store. All of the wonderfully sexy options. She’d never thought about many of them. But now, here, they sounded irresistibly fascinating. With each question, she got hornier. And, she worried, more inclined to say ‘yes’ to everything.