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BIMBO POP PRINCESS: CARNIVAL PART 4 OF 4 by Inleaves

Chapter 4 — Candy Girl at the Carnival

* * *

“Big Sis! I’m feelin’ sooo much better now! Are ya done with that thing? I think it was about the police or somethin’?”

“Yes, Trix baby! Yer in Pittsburgh, near a concert venue.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s right! The nice boy who banged Brooke outta me was there. I’m crashin’ in his pad now! Are ya gonna pick me up? Where is that Pittburg town anyways?”

“Naw baby, it’s too far. I gots myself a better idea. But hey, you sound way better!”

“I know, right?” I squeal, bouncing. “I couldn’t find clothes but jes’ making mahself a lil’ prettier, it was, like, everything was right agin! Forgot how much of a chatterbox I was, I did! Tee-hee-hee!”

“That’s my Trixie. This is what you truly are. Do not ever forget it.”

Haaah...Mah big mouth stops runnin’ for a while. I just listen to Big Sis’ voice. I feel so good...Not in the shaggin’ sense. Like, big fancy words to mean happiness. Peace, contentation and such. Don’t panic, Trixie, the buzzin’ in mah skull says. You feel very different but it’s normal. Letting yer thoughts flow out of your mouth is and normal and like feelgoody.

“Okay Trixie, wake up.”

“Oh! Sorry I dozed off!” My new consciousness pops back to the surface. “Anyways, Sis, I found me this pretty bottle o’perfume, and I swear it looks just like lil’ old me! With mah big boobies and everythin’!”

“Is that so, sweetie? Anyways, does Candy Records ring a bell to you?”

“I luuuv Candies!”

“You had just signed under their label before you went missin’, honey. You work for them, and I know they’re still lookin’ for you. Do you still want to sing, Trixie?”

“Do I? Big Sis you’ve got like noooo idea! I’ve gots a super fun music in mah lil’ head, it goes like la-lala la la la-lala, and it’s super fun, can Candy Records help me sangin’ it?!”

Mah heart gets all big with excitement. I smile as hard as I can, bouncing to the rhythm of mah very own soundtrack. I can already see myself on stage...And I feel all giddy just thinkin’ about it.

“You bet, sweetums. You’ve just gotta make sure you be a very good girl for them.”

* * *

Dan, having been given the green light, walked back to “his” apartment, carrying a change of clothes as instructed. Not exactly a heavy haul. Indeed, his work for the day was done. He could now enjoy to be the first to test-drive the company’s bubbly, friendly mascot.

“I’m home!” He announced. “Are you still there, miss? I brought you clothes...”

“Waaaah for real?!” Came an intensely girly voice from his bedroom. “I’m comin’ right up!”

And so she burst out from behind the door. After years hearing about this project, Dan could barely believe his own eyes. Trixie Smiles herself was here, in the flesh. Her borderline cartoonish hourglass figure, her impossibly vibrant orange hair, her big, sparkly green eyes, her hyper enthusiastic smile. She was the drawing of the most happy-go-lucky popstar on the planet, brought to life. There was ostensibly nothing left of the dour, flat, smart young woman that had served as material. In body, obviously, but also in mind.

“Ooooh those are fer lil’ me? For real? Oh, thaaaanks!” She exulted as she took them. “Looks super tight, too! I luv tight clothes, it feels sooo awesum on mah skin!”

Dan had given the green light. This meant her brain had been synchronized with the AI Trixie Smiles was until now. She was not mindless. She simply had no control over what she thought. Brooke had become more of a consciousness matrix, calibrated to only emit joy. A very elaborate toy, with her own personality, but utterly reliant on others to know what to do.

“Speakin’ of skin, dont’cha wanna touch me before I git dressed, Mistah?” Asked Trixie, clutching her new clothes between her luscious round breasts. “Ya can do me with clothes on too if ya want, but I luv mahself a man’s strong hands all over me! It’s like thanks for givin’ me a solid back there, and also for being pretty cute, tee-hee!”

The ecstatic redhead was looking at him with such intense eyes. Dan had heard the Trixie AI before, but seeing a real body accepting it and speaking as one with it...The sparkle in her eyes, the trembling excitation in her voice, the way she seemed ready to thrust herself at the first sign he would give...This wasn’t a woman possessed by Trixie. This was a woman conditioned to feel like her and completely agree with her streamed consciousness. There was not a shred of resistance in the spectacle of feminine submission before him.

“Sure, sexy. Let’s have fun.”

“Yeeehaaw, thank ya thank ya thank ya!” She exploded in joy, rushing into his arms. “Mah first shaggin’ as the real me!”

* * *

After the like fourth orgasm, this time while fucking in cowgirl style, I collapse onto his manly chest and let myself melt. Mah mouth babbles happy compliments faster than I can think them. So handy! Handsome boys deserve more than mah peabrain can come up with, all busy with the rehearsin’ going up in it all the time.

“Waw! Phew! Yer a real lover, Dan! So manly! This sure makes Brookie seem silly.”

“Who’s Brookie!”

“Aw, don’t mind me, it’s just sum personathang I gots mahself, like she’s me but I’m way better.”

Am I Brookie? Silly question, Brookie and Trixie are both me, and I ain’t feelin’ like no flat prude. Not when I’m enjoyin’ the nice feeling of mah boobies resting over his manly chest while I purr sweet nothings. I’m definitely Trixie, one hundred percent! Brookie don’t got these lushus boobies or no confitence at all! It’s just...I feel a lil’ bit like a passenger over there, for some reason. I’m the one speakin’, I just...think on the side too. Maybe that’s because I stopped overheating mah lil’ noggin over big girl thoughts? Bein’ stupid ain’t so bad...when you got hunky fellers to take care of ya!

“Anyways, I’ve gots to go to Candy Records, I work for them, like! I’ve kinda been behind on that but now I’m totally ready to git there and do mah part!”

Right. My song. I want to sing my song. CG art was like sooo boring, I’m back to singin’ forever!

“You’re in luck then, Trixie!” He smiles, giving my cute little nose a light flick, making me giggle. “Candy Records is managing that concert place where I picked you up. Go get dressed. And make sure to be sexy.”

Of course I’ll be sexy. I want to feel the friction on my skin.

“Tee-hee! Whatcha sayin’, silly? Of course I’ll be sexy! Nothin’ better after a good shaggin’ than putting it real tight clothes! It feels like the best!”

See? I’m Trixie. I’m just some kinda artistic genius who’s super good at improv is all.

* * *

I let myself go along the flow of my voice, enjoying mah new tight fitting outfit as I walk behind mah lover. It’s a cute, scarlet red cotton tank top that hugs mah big boobies tight and makes ’em feel all warm and loved each step I take. As for the bottom, it’s a cute denim miniskirt. True heartland apparel, it is! The boy didn’t bring a belt, though, and the button’s gone. If it wasn’t so tight fittin’, I reckon it’d fall. Everyone would see mah pink g-string, and how wet it makes me. Not that it’d be a bad thing. The concert goers all look like really nice folk!

“Hey, like, you wouldn’t mind if someone wanted to pick me and have fun, right? I know it’s against morals n’stuff but I reckon lovers shouldn’t fight! You can always do me more after!”

“And you’re right, Trixie, but right now you need to think about being a good girl to your employers.”

“Oh, yeah, yer right! Silly me!”

I wonder if being a good girl involves lots of sex? I’m eager to know. Everything is so fun! I’m kinda glad I’m capable of thinkin’ other than through mah mouth. It’s weird and it feels another me’s inside, but, like, the experiences and stuff...It’s hard to put into words, I’m not one of dem fancy philopher or anythin’, but I really really enjoy the ride. Maybe I’m still a schizofreak or the like, but I’m enjoyin’ it a lot better than that Brooke thing! Especially mah lushus body!

“We’re here, Trixie!”

He shows me a door. There’s writing on it, but also a pic of a record wrapped like a candy. Seein’ the silly thang makes me giggle and bounce. Hmm...That gave mah nipples a real rub. There’s something about gigglin’ that makes me feel all energized, too. Makes me feel real electrified and the like.

“Whoohoo! Let’s go in! Let’s go in!”

Whatsit about candies that makes me so happy? Whatever, I’m excited now. I want to meet mah employers. I run to the door and knock. Two men open the door and they’re like huuuuge. I push my chest up. Good idea, they’ll see better this way.

“Well, I’ll be leaving her in your care.” Says the boy. I wave him bah bye.

“Miss Smiles, follow us please.”

“Okiedokie!”

* * *

They make me sit in a big room with a table. There’s one of these ink...Thangs right next to me. Also, a camera looks at me. As soon as I noticed, it made me super excited, like, even more than sex. It felt awesome. Felt like I was finally a big singer. This is mah calling. Soon it’ll become a reality. I want to sing. I want to sing I want to sing I want to sing. I babbled at this thingamagig HARD. I felt like it would be so much better if someone was watching. Pouring mah heart out is like the best feeling.

“...and so mah song is titled Candy Girl at the Carnival! It starts all lovey dovey like and then like WHAMO I’m bouncin’ all over the place and telling mah fans how great it is to not worry mah lil’ head about anything and just be loved. I’ve got all the lyrics in mah head! Can’t say I’m sum kinda genius or the like since I’m like super dumb, but when it comes to singin’ the whole brain thing works great! I’ve got too many songs for jus’ my sistahs and lovers so I want to share them with the whooole world and ohmigawd I’m going to work for you and you’ll make it happen and I luv you soooo much you’ve got no idea and...Ohmigawd I’m so EXCITEEEED! I’m gonna sing soon, I’m gonna sing fer reaaaaal!”

The door behind me opened as I was saying that. Ohmigawd I hope he heard that. I don’t understand how people hate, what’s the big word, unprivacied like that? Brooke was big on that silliness. I don’t get Brooke at all. Havin’ an audience is the best. Besides, he’s handsome. Not dressed like one of those old menfolk or anything. He’s gotta red shirt and jeans. He smiles. I like him!

“Nice to see you finally honor your contract, Miss Smiles.” He says, smiling. He’s totally handsome as heck! “I am your manager, Ian Horne.”

“Oooh, a manager? I never had one of those! Nice to meetcha! And like, couldya call me Trixie? The miss stuff is so borin’.”

“Of course. Now, let’s get right down to business. Here at Candy Records, we will make your life and your work very simple and fun.”

“Tee-hee! Thank ya, I can’t handle anythin’ hard without mah Sis. So like can I sing? I’ve got the perfect song in mind!”

“You’ll be singing within the half hour, I promise you. We just need to take care of some paperwork before you finally make your big debut.”

Paperwork? Oh no, paperwork is so bad and boring. Mah mouth says the same thing. I love when we say the same thing! I giggle, and feel great again right away.

“My, aren’t you quick to bounce up. That’s very good, Trixie. Now, don’t worry, we know you can’t read or write. You’ll just need to put your finger in the ink tray, press it inside the black box, and sign a big X on the right side of it.”

He slides some paper across the table. It’s all silly paper babble for me. I don’t care, it’s just a thing I have to do so I can sing.

“Wait, wait!” He stops me from doin’ this thing right away. “I need to read it to you so your signature can be legal. It’s very important and tells you how you’re going to live with us here as a happy Candy Records artist.”

“Oh, I see! Tell me, I’m really excited to work for y’all!”

“You’re a good girl, Trixie.”

The nice words make me shiver. I did like Big Sis said! It’s great. I love Candy Records already !

“You agree to grant Candy Records your power of attorney. That means we’ll do all the legal stuff on your behalf and you can focus on work.”

“Oooh that sounds like a really great idea! I agree!”

Power of Att..O...Rney? Ain’t it like a big deal? All the more reason they take care of it then, big deals aren’t fun.

“You agree live in a room granted to you by Candy Records and by a schedule determined by us. Don’t worry though, the room is very big and we’ll give you lots of free time to have fun with our personnel.”

“Really?! You guys are like the best!”

“Yes, we’ll take very good care of you. Which brings me to my next point...You won’t ask for any money, right?”

“Huh...Why not?”

“Tell me what you want and we’ll buy it for you. It’s just so you won’t have to worry about complicated bank accounts and such. You can go shopping with me for cute clothes if you want, though.”

“Tee-hee! Sounds like a plan!”

“Next...You will obey all orders given by anyone wearing the Candy Records employee badge, including sexual orders, and notify your manager—that would be me—if you feel the urge to resist.”

What? Don’t they trust me?

“Okay! I really don’t see why I’d be resistin’ about sex so yeah I guess I’d wanna keep my head checked.”

Point taken...I’d really hate to go all Brooke on them. They’re really nice and bein’ Brooke was totally whack!

“And lastly, you are to never go anywhere or say anything to the press without my say-so. As your manager, I must ensure you don’t go anywhere or say anything that could put you in danger.”

“Okiedokie, Mistah Horne! I promise I won’t go runnin’ mah mouth where it’s not supposed to!”

“Thank you, Trixie. And...That’s it! Now you can sign and become a star!”

“Yeaaah!”

I put mah finger mark-thing in the square and draw the cross. Oh man oh man I can feel the song gettin’ stronger! It’s really here! I work for a real song company! I’m so excited I hop out of mah chair and strut to mah manager to give him the papers. He just smiles and tells me to put ’em on the table. I obey, but...Can’t take mah eyes off him. Mah body moves by itself. I push mah boobies forward and flutter mah eyelashes. He looks at me all over and...Hee hee! He likes what he sees! I like what I see too...

So, manager, huh? It’s like a take-carer I think? Like Christmas but he’s a guy? He did say he’ll be buyin’ all the stuff I want. He’s Christmas! Except he can do me!

“I like ya!” I declare as I git on his lap. “You’ll take care of everythin’ for me? I’ll be a star and, like, everyone will luv mah singin’?”

“Yes, Trixie. I’ll make all your dreams come true, so be a good, obedient girl, alright?”

“Mah Big Sis always said I was good at obedientin’ and the like. Yer helpin’ out mah dreams so I jus’ gots to do anythin’ ya want. Ya can touch me wherever, and like, if ya wanna do me, I’m all yers. Right now!”

He caresses mah bubble butt, makin’ me giggle and go closer to his super handsome face. I can tell he wants it, but it looks like he’s gotta job to do. Menfolk are always like that...Aaah, but I know how hard it is since I’ve been Brookie. I won’t be a good girl if I try to force him. So, speaking of job doin’, Mistah Horne gives me some kinda card. Huh? Why am I s’posed to do with this kinda thang? There’s mah picture on it. Ooooh, I know! It’s one of those ID card thingies! That’s great! It means I exist, that I’m Trixie for real!

“I dunno why that makes me so happy but it does!”

I mean, like, I know I’m lil’ old Trixie, but...Gah, makes mah head hurt! I’m Trixie and that voice is mine and that’s that. I take the card and try to put it in mah suitcase...Heh?

“Where is it?”

“Where is...what?” Asks Mistah Horne, confused.

“I, huh...I dunno. Hee hee! Sorry, I’m a bit dumb and it shows sumtimes. Couldya hang onto this card? I never carry anythin’ on me.”

...What was I thinkin’? Bimbo brain, tee-hee! Mistah Horne looks relieved and takes the ID thang back.

“I’d be glad to. Follow me now, we just need to do a little medical check up, and then you’re free to go on stage!”

“Yay! Are we gonna check how big mah boobies are?”

“That’s up for the doctor to decide, naughty cutie.”

Hee-hee! Mah manager called me cute!

* * *

The doctor is a pretty woman in one of those fancy lab clothes things! With glasses. She must be smart! She’s kinda really flat, but I understand, a yummy body like mine ain’t exactly easy pickin’s at the great wheel of fortune of life or whatevs. She wears the candy record badge, so I’ll obey her! A Smiles is a gal of her word, she is!

“Can you strip for me, Trixie?”

“Sure ma’am!”

Of course I’m happy to remove mah tight clothing n’ copin’ a feel at mah nipples in the way, tee hee! Showin’ mah body feels great. The pretty doctor nods approvingly and so does mah manager! Yes, look at me!

“I won’t have any secrets for you, I promise! And ya can do me anytime! I’ll do anythin’ for the folks helping mah dream!”

“That’s very sweet of you,” Says the doctor, before handing me...A white candy! Yay! “Here, suckle on that.”

I waste no time grabbing it and gobblin’ it up. Trixie Smiles the candy monster! Hee hee! Hee...Hee...Oooooh...

“There we go...All nice and relaxed.”

Next thing I know I’m lyin’ on the bed, all comfy like, writhin’ like a lil’ pussycat under the sun. Then I got a headband and its all tingly. Feels good but also silly. Must be dreamin’...

“And scanning.” Says miss doc. “We wouldn’t want to lose this state of your being, wouldn’t we Trixie? So, Ian. How did she appear during your little interview?”

“Almost goddamn perfect. She eagerly agreed to the contract, and then she all but jumped on me. She...Clearly fell in love right then and there. Man I’m a lucky bastard to have found the compatible subject. That little minx is pure sex. I still can’t get it down.”

“Yes, I imagine seeing an unnaturally beautiful cyborg realizing you are now on the same level as her sister she is programmed to worship can be taxing on male willpower. Though did you say ‘almost’ perfect?”

“Yeah, she...Did a weird thing when she tried to put her forged ID into some kind of container. Are there Wendell leftovers?”

“Nothing that should be relevant to even her, but since we’re running a general scan...”

Buzzin’...Buzzin’ headband. La la la...Mah song is so fun, I want folks to hear it...

“That’s what I thought. The AI’s imprint didn’t flush the original consciousness out. She isn’t the one running our adorable little hick cyborg, but she is hanging there and thinking, despite the huge part of her brain now fully dedicated to music.”

“Shit, so then Brooke is still there? Someone fucked up!”

“No, what’s there is Trixie. It doesn’t matter if she isn’t technically our Trixie. The entity making her talk is permanently imprinted in her neural pathways. There may be a de facto barrier between them, but only an academic one. For the imprint to work, the brain and body needs to react to stimuli a certain way. The holdover consciousness is entirely subject to them too. Anyone inhabiting this body can now only see the world as Trixie Smiles.”

“I’m not sure I follow.”

“Here, I’ll let ‘Brooke’ speak. You’ll see.”

Yummy candy...

“Here, her thoughts show up in that screen over there. Since she’s suckling the candy that activates her meditating state, she can’t hear us. I can stream into her consciousness, however. Watch. Ahem...Who are you?”

Hmm...I’m Trixie Smiles. I’m fun and I work for Candy Records now. Wanna hear my song?

“Wow! Is that really Wendell, not the AI?”

“Not anymore. As I told you, the conversion has completely overhauled her reaction to stimuli. Trixie? Soon you’ll have thousands of eyes watching you. They’ll see everything. They’ll see your huge breasts bouncing around as you dance. They’ll want to talk to you all night long and fuck you senseless. You won’t have any time for yourself...”

Ooooh, yay! I love talkin’. It feels great when everybody’s lookin’ at mah boobies. I wonder if they’ll like me? I want them to. I’ll be a star soon! Everybody will know mah songs and git me lots of sex...I luv it! I

“Here. Does it sound like the girl you headhunted months ago to you?”

“Yeah, no, she was the Hermit, not the fucking Sun. Alright, I see what you mean. Even if she thought she was her true self, she’d still love everything about being our little country sweetheart.”

“Exactly. Just give her Trixie’s life, and she’ll grow into Trixie in her very soul.”

* * *

“Wake up, Trixie. It’s time for your concert.”

Mah heart starts beatin’ like crazy soon as I hear mah Manager’s words.

“Waaah? Fer reals?!”

“Yes, your fans are waiting. You’re done just posting your songs on the internet. From now on, you’re Trixie Smiles in the flesh. You have your songs in your head, right?”

“Of course!! I’m too dumb to read but leave lyrics and dancin’ till my boobies dance too, tee hee!”

I look into his eyes. So handsome. He slips his hand to mah right nipple and squeezes it all gently like.

“Mmmh...Hee hee! If ya wanna do me right now ya can! Yer mah Manager, I luv ya...”

“Don’t you worry, Trixie. I’m going to fuck your slave brains out after your concert. But for now, you really ought to get dressed.”

“Ooooh, right! I can’t go to mah fans nekkid! Not until backstage at least, hee hee!”

I take mah clothes back and git dressed. He also gives me one of those fancy mics ya put around yer ear. Mah heart done gittin’ faster and faster. I’m goin’ to sing. Finally. Mah dream is here. Once I’m there in fronta mah fans, Brooke’ll be truly gone. I’ll be me, for the whole world.

I say the pretty doc bah bye and follow Mistah Horne. Candy Records people done standin’ there and watch me, smilin’. All those eyes on me! And it’s only gittin’ better from there. I totally hear mah fans comin’ from the door at the end.

“Trixie! Trixie! Trixie!”

Aaaah...Yeesss...Mah whole body done be sangin’. Mah fans. Yes, I’m Trixie and I love y’all! I’m going to sing jus’ for y’all and it’ll be like the best day of mah life! I’m so excited I run past Mistah Horne and into them lights.

I’m on stage. Finally. All mah fans are lookin’ at me, calling mah name. I feel all ’em stares on mah boobies and smile as much I can. Look at me. Listen to me. I belong to y’all. Sum memory o’me sittin’ by mah ’puter and ignoring a doorbell comes back, but like so what. It’s all lies it is. This place, this stage, this done be mah true home. I open mah arm wide and, together with mah voice, I say...

“Hoooowdyyy y’aaaaall! I’m sooo totally sorry I was too shy to sing in front of y’all before, but now I know I shoulda done it sooner! Bein’ with y’all tonight, I’m like way too dumb to tell ya how gosh darn exCITING this feels! I’m gonna sing all lil’ me’s worth tonight! Let’s PARTAAAAAY!”

The crowd cheers and sends mah silly lil’ heart right to Gawd’s home. I’m Trixie Smiles. No more broodin’ in the dark. I’m free.

The slow start music comes out of the speakers. Mah fans fall silent...And I start singin’ all soft and romantic like.

“I love you and I want you to have fun with me...

I don’t want to be alone, not one more second.

Mah lil’ heart beats for you, so be my lover toooniiight...”

The pace picks up to a merry tune, and I start dancin’. The moves flow all natural outta me. Everybody’s cheering. It’s so fun, like I’m on the clouuuuds right now, tee-hee! Next I’m sangin’ faster, but I ain’t trippin’ over mah lyrics! I’m as good as one of’em hip hop folks, ’xcept I sing fun thangs!

“No worryin’ allowed around this parts until dawn.

No more thinkin about hard stuff, this evenin’ you own the town!

Too many cuties for you to fly solo,

So why would ya flirt with that dumb hick bimbo?”

No music breaks this time, but the beat gets on top of the already fun music. It’s mah cue to finally git all bouncy! I swing mah arms from side to side, hoppin’ to the rythm. Mah lushus boobies feel gooood, and the crowd goes wild!

“Well sure I ain’t the brightest lick in the paint,

And if you ask me math stuff, yer just gonna make me faint!

I’m just a lil’ kitty you can git all purry like,

And smartest gals rightly call me childlike!”

And then it’s back to the slow romantic tune! Mah song is all curvy, jes’ like me!

“But why have brains when I can just have you?

Please take me into yer arms,

Closer,

Closer until mah heart starts singiiiing!”

And chorus! Everybody sings along. I let them lyrics pour outta me like the fun, bouncy lil’ jukebox gal I am.

“Candy girl at the carnival,

You can unwrap me any time ya want!

Such a simple gal cannot betray you,

I just want you to have as much fun as me!”

Every word I say from the bottom of mah heart. Every bounce I git outta mah boobies kicks Brookie further out. She’s done. I’m like famous n’ beloved now. I’m Trixie forever, and I’m happy and horny as heck!

“Listen to mah heart!

It beats to your rhythm and belongs to you.

I’ll be the candy girl at the carnival

Make me your sweetheart and let’s have fun all night long!”

THE END

BIMBO POP PRINCESS: CARNIVAL PART 3 OF 4 by Inleaves

Chapter 3 — My True Self

I’m naked.

I’m naked and sitting on the boy with the leather jacket. My heart is thumping and I’m gushing wet. What happened? I know I wanted to have sex but once we got to his apartment, I figured I would think it over a bit. I mean, I’m pretty sure the Christmas memory is the fake one and I’m not a slut. So I tried to focus on the good memory...And next thing I know, I have the irrepressible urge to strip naked and pounce on him.

“Huh...Excuse me?” He asks in disbelief. “I’m not going to bitch on you for wanting some action, but...That’s a bit cavalier, don’t you think?”

“Maybe...I don’t know...I’m nearly dying of shame but at the same time this feels completely...Natural...”

“You’re cute but I’m...Not sure doing it would do you any favors right now...”

“Aaaw...”

Did I...Just whimper? Do I want sex so bad? Yes...Yes I do. I feel his cock stiffening, I want it inside...I want it! Shit, this is bad...I’m seriously acting like a slut. This can’t be the real me, right? I’ve already decided it wasn’t, yet...I’m a slut. I want the dick, I NEED the dick and I LOVE how he stares at my boobies, there is no goddamn way I’m that flat prude, right?!

“Aaaargh, I don’t know anymore!”

I stand up and stagger backwards, falling on my butt. The shock is enough to bring some clarity to my mind. Meaning here I can look into the guy’s eyes when he speaks to me next, rather than his midsection.

“Miss, tell me what’s wrong, I’ll try to help...Were you drugged or something?”

“Yeah...Yeah, that’s right.” Close enough, anyway. “I don’t know who I am...My memory’s all messed up.”

“Memory? I’m...not a drug specialist but that sounds serious.”

“You tell me.”

I look away from him, sensing the urge to look down there rising. Goddammit, he seems calm and collected enough, I mean I did literally jump on him and he kept his delicious, hard dick cool. Maybe he can help me figure things out. My chief problem right now being figuring out which of my memories is the fake. My mind says prude, dignified artist, my body says cute fuckbunny. I’d like to say logic wins, but...I am illiterate. Maybe I’m stupid and stubborn too.

“Say...” I hesitate.

“Yeah?”

“Do you know any Southerners?”

“I dated a Kentucky girl once...”

“Do you think I have the accent?”

He scratches his chin for a short while.

“It’s...not obvious.”

Yeah, figures. Of course I couldn’t be...

“But...”

My eyes shoot open. B-but?

“A fiery redhead like you, I had pegged you as a country gal from the word go. I thought you didn’t have the accent, but thinking about it...Yeah, I’d say it’s there.”

That’s not the answer I believed in, but it’s sure as heck the one I wanted. My heart starts thumping again as I crawl back to him and fall into his arms.

“Someone is making me think I’m a Northerner prude. Please help me...I need to be shagged before I think slut is a bad word again.”

* * *

“AAAaaaaAAAahh! Yeess! Mooooore!”

His dick is reaming my gooey insides while my boobies are grinding against the bedsheets. I smile and scream with abandon as I recall everything my Big Sis taught me. Somewhere in the back of my mind I still think she’s fake. Heck...Maybe I know she is. But I don’t care. I know I was there on that road trip, with her, gettin’ the shyness fucked out of me. She made sure I wouldn’t ever be ashamed of sex, and right now I know I shouldn’t. Dick is the best. Who cares about computer art or whatever. All the art I need is the song in my head.

“Urgh! You’re a little redneck whore, aren’t you?”

“Yeeeeess!” I scream, elated. “Fuck me good, harder, faster!! Fuck that Northern accent outta me!”

Christmas, I’m sorry, your baby Sis doubted you. I’ll get him to call you once he’s cummed in mah slutty pussy. I’ll listen to you. I’ll let you tell me who I am and I’ll believe you. I can’t fight this pleasure. I don’t wanna fight it!

“Mmmhngh...GhyaaaaAAAaah!”

I wanna own seven dildos and get fucked by anyone I want! I want huge, luscious boobies like my sistahs and a cute accent! I want orgasms and fun! The computer stuff wasn’t fun at all anyway...

“I was sick of it! Make me cum instead! Make me cuuuuum!”

“Argh! Here it comes, you little Southern bimbo!”

“Oooh...AAaaaah...Ah...AAaah...GHYAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

My head goes blank and I spasm uncontrollably on the bed. Dang, if I didn’t know any better I’d say it was the first cum of mah life, but now I know it happens all the time to lil’ Brookie. Hmm...

The guy comes out of me and turns me on my back. I’m still letting out cute, high-pitched moans in between breaths that make my chest heave and my fingers tremble. Mah fingers, I mean...I’d best get back mah accent before Christmas comes in to save me!

Hmm? He takes out some sort of little bag. Does it have condoms? No need, silly...Ah, no, he’s producin’ a lollipop.

“Oooh, candy!”

“You were a very good girl. Here’s your reward...”

“Gimme! Gimme!”

What the hell...I’m feelin’ all shameful again just for sayin’ that. Who cares, I love candy. I take it in my mouth and start sucking. It’s super sweet, but also strangely...Electrifying...Ooh...Ooooooh?

“Nanites triggered. Damn, Brooke, did you make a complete 180 in there or what? Your old life was that frustrating, huh? Oh well, come with me, honey.”

Boy picks me up again. Feel good. Puts me down on the sofa. Mirror. I look pretty. Is his dick ready again?

“No Brooke, you need to look at the mirror now.” He says, locking my head in place. “Accept your new self image. Given how much progress you made, it’s pretty much certain you’ll have the huge boobies you want so much.”

“Huuuuh...Boobies...” Are they getting big? Happy...Love my body...

“Yes, and if you look into the mirror like a good girl, you’ll think you always had them.”

“Don’t you worry. When you wake up, you’ll still remember Brooke, but you won’t have any doubt who your true self is...Because you made Brooke up, didn’t you honey? You were ashamed of where you came from... how you talked... who you were...Don’t worry, it’s all OK now. You’ll know who to turn to so she can stop bothering you forever.”

Don’t get the words but they make me feel happy and fun. Play time...Ohhh...

* * *

The lollipop’s stick didn’t have any candy left on it for a while, but it finally slides out of mah mouth. I don’t feel like catching it. It’s comfy here, in front of the mirror, I can see mah smile on mah pretty face. Freckles. Red hair so full o’passion most folks think it’s fake. Big, innocent-lookin’ green eyes. I’m so cute. But...Is it me? I’m not sure. Not sure at all.

I know I’m Brooke. A gal all serious and smart, like. I wasn’t foolin’ around. Respect and stuff like that. Thinkin’ about it makes mah head swim. She was all alone against the big world and she could afford telling it to git out of her lawn. She didn’t need to be pretty or anythin’, like she was a flat board, no boobies, no hips, she was makin’ it like menfolk. So amazin’. And yet, like, she’s become “she” again. And I’m running mah long, pretty nails down the curvy rollercoaster mah body has become. They reach the stiff, pink nipples on top of mah super big, perfectly round boobies, makin’ em sing with pleasure mah whole body hears.

“Haaaah...”

Well let’s just say I forget how amazin’ I was. I just start hummin’ to the bubbly song in mah head and keep fiddlin’ with my curves. I smile wider when the nails glide down to mah tiny, tiny belly. It’s the rollercoaster’s big drop. All aboard! Tee hee! And it makes me shiver too. It’s not just mah nipples! Touching anywhere makes me feel like singin’. I didn’t have fun like that when I was smart and strong. Touching mah skin was normal, like. Now it’s as if I was bringin’ myself alive. I wanna touch it more. I wanna wear clothes. Not the boyish baggy clothes I had. Tight, sexy clothes hugging mah curves tight. Feel the friction all the time. My boobs, belly, wide hips and the love tunnels in the middle...

“Oooh...Mmhaah...”

I wanna go inside and begin the real concert, but it ain’t no good alone, don’t it? Another thing I just ain’t gettin’. I know I’m no good with people, that I like the computers more. But it’s not what I want...Something is missin’ with this body. I want to touch it all the time, but I want other people to touch it too. Rub their strong hands all over lil’ me...Everywhere they want. I jus’ know that’ll be the real deal. The real fun, so I can finally begin to sing.

That’s how I feel. Like a pretty little bundle of joy. And yet I know it’s fake. I’ve been foolin’ mahself. The slever guys ain’t real. I am Brooke. It’s just that Brooke isn’t the real me.

* * *

Having finally broken free of mah reflection, I wander into the guy’s apartmentÅfs living room, nekkid. I still don’t know his name, but his place is really pretty. I bet he has a good job...Oh, he’s done left a note. Whatsit sayin’?

“...Oh, right, I can’t read.”

I thought I could. Just goes to show how well I lied to myself. Drawin’ stuff with computers? Sure, but that’s because those thingamagigs can read for me. Speaking of which, where’s mah phone? I must have left it in the bedroom. Yeah! Here it is, in that sad old pair o’pants. Geez, the years I spent puttin’ on such borin’ stuff just so folks wouldn’t see mah body and free me from this delusion.

I go through the phone’s numbers list, and it reads the contact’s name as it goes. They’re all professional contacts. Any of’em could have helped me if that slavers stuff was true. It’s not, o’course, I was just goin’ bonkers. And this is why I need to call the last name on the list.

“Christmas Smiles.” Says the digital voice.

I tap the green thing on the screen and bring the phone to my ears. My big sister’s voice comes out of the speaker. She sounds like a complete stranger. This delusion has taken so much from me...

“Christmas here! Mah phone doesn’t know this number, who are ya?”

“It’s...It’s me. Trixie.”

Tears start rolling down my cheeks.

“What? For real? Oh, thank God!”

“Big Sis...I...I had forgotten you. With everyone, everythin’ else...”

“Trixie-poo...Are you alright?”

“No, I’m not alright! I tried so hard being smart and respectable like, I straight snapped...Went all paranoid. Thought supervillains were after me.”

“Baby, it’s been three years I didn’t hear from ya...What happened? Tell me...”

“I...Was...I was so ashamed of who I was...I made up sum boring, flat, serious gal named Brooke. I worked alone all these years. All alone. I believed I was enjoying it, believing I was someone else. Mah poor brain just couldn’t handle it...I snapped! I’m sorry...Huaaah...”

I let the tears flow, along with the truth. Brooke is made up. I can never be a fancy smart gal. I’m just Trixie Smiles. Just some dumb fuckbunny from Kentucky.

“Trixie, where are you?”

“I don’t even know!! Brooke’s broken, I’m free now, but I got no idea where I am! The cute boy who just did me is away, too...”

“It’s alright, baby, don’t panic! Let your phone up, I’ll get mah boyfriend in the force, he’ll trace ya...”

“Snirfle Okay big Sis...”

“How about you just make yourself pretty? You must look awful if you let those lanky prudes in art school get to ya...”

“...Guess yer right. I got to remember who I am now...”

“Hang in there! Jus’think of cute boy if ya start gittin’ all depressed again.”

“Thanks, Christmas. Luv ya...”

Mah Big Sis’ is so smart. I leave the phone on, treat mahself to a candy, and go to the bathroom.

* * *

After gatherin’ all the cosmetics I could find, Thank the Lord the boy’s living with a gal and ain’t one of those monogyny bores or whatevs, I stare at mah reflection. This is lil’ old me. Trixie Smiles. A cute redhead with huge boobies an’ a tiny brain. Mah pussy’s all wet and gushing an’ the like, and the only reason why I ain’t putting a mascara stick in there is because I don’t want to cum if I’m not in a big manly boy’s warm bracin’ or stuff. So I need to be the prettiest so I can git back to that concert and earn me some fun.

As Brooke, I hate all of this. This ain’t right. This is sexist and like super low. Sorry Brookie. We tried but that’s jus’ not who we are. We’re simple and pretty lil’ chicks, up for any boy to pick, jus’ like all our sistahs. Nah, stop feelin’ bad, Brookie. It’ll be fun, like before. Lemme show you. Let’s git dolled up like a proper girl again. I’ll see there’s nothin’ to be ashamed of. All the fun will come back. Yeah. No more of these awful doubts and negativity I loved for sum reason. I’ll be the yummy lil’ Trixie agin. Just trust Christmas. She’ll fix everythin’.

Not really knowing how to do makeup, I grab an eyeliner and just sorta let things flow. I’m an artist, right? That part wasn’t a lie? I draw a black line across mah right eyelid. It feels very natural and smooth, and the result looks clean. Wow...The contrast is pretty nice, mah green eye looks so much clearer and, like, vibrant. Wow, no wonder I could hold on so long as Brookie! But...I dunno, it feels wrong. I ain’t no fancy gal, and drawin’ all the time sounds boring...It’s not really the art that gets you boys, yanno. And I’m all about gittin’ boys. Aaaah, I want one to fondle me all over right now. Mah whole body’s yearnin’.

Oh hey, there’s a weird bottle o’perfume. Shaped like a sexy gal, just like me, except she’s got herself one of those micro audio thingamabobs for some reason. Reckon I ought to get some. I sprinkle a bit of it on mah wrist and smell it.

Oooh...Smells like flowers...Like the field for the lil’ honey bees back home...The memories...It’s like the smell is bringing ’em back to life. The smell, the sun on mah skin, the breeze relieving the heat...

“Oooh, mah head’s buzzin’...Feels all funny, it’s like...Like I’m there!”

Huh? Why did I speak that? Anyways, yeah, there’s no doubt, these are mah memories of home. It’s all real. I can see my home...My sistahs...

“Hiya Angel! Hiya Gracie! Hiya Big Sis Christmas! It’s me, lil’ ol’ Trixie! I’m comin’ hoooome!

Wha...What the, I feel weird...

“Ooooh, it’s comin’ back again!” I blurt out euphoci...Huh, yanno, all happy. “Gawd I miss mah babblin’! Smart as she was, mean ol’ Brookie was so dang boring! Maybe I’m just a simple country bunny but I ain’t ever heard of a singer who don’t like talkin’!”

What am I saying? It’s blurting out before I can think it over. Singer? I’m a computer drawer, like...How was it...

“Heh? Well that thought ain’t coming up...Giggle Oh well I’ll ask Big Sis. Maybe she done do that thing she was sayin’. Best use that perfume, I can totally use sum scent of home right now!”

I sprinkle perfume on my collarbone while I struggle to focus on my train of thought. There’s a buzz sweeping through my brain and it’s like pushing me back when I try to understand sumthin’. I keep babbling. I can’t think hard about it but I know it’s not like me. What’s happening to me...It’s like I’m being put on automation pilot or something like that.

“Oh hey, Hi miss perfume, I kinda look like you yanno? I’ve got the big boobies and everythin’! Here, git some perfume on’em too! Hee hee, thanks! What a pretty micro...I luv singin’ too!”

It’s not like I ain’t thinkin’ what I’m sayin’, but it seems all wrong and stuff. I hate singing. Always did. But, like, I can’t...find...Why...

“I luv singing!” Mah voice starts exclaiming, echoing loud and clear into my confused mind. “I luv singin’ cause that’s like all mah brain gets! It’s fun as heck and it’s like super natural for me to sing, like I always remember the lyrics all perfect like and it’s as if I was some kinda recording device! Giggle Thinkin’ is so hard anyways, I luv havin’ all mah fun songs instead. I don’t need no thinkin’, mah big Sis is here for me!”

Huuuh...Thinking...Hard...Tsappening...Music getting louder...

“Thinkin’s bad for me anyways, got me believin’ I was sum smarty pants ugly thing. Well that ain’t me, no sir, I’ve got me music in mah head and it’s...It’s...”

....Music...La la...Think...Thi...

* * *

“And it’s like the BEST dang music in the wooorld!” I squeal, jumpin’ up and down to the rhythm, rockin’ mah shoulders to get my boobies all bouncy and like. “It’s catchy and fun and light and like it’s all I am! Whoohoo! It’s like mah very own song! Trixie’s song! Makes me soooo happy I wanna sing it! All the boys will like it!”

BIMBO POP PRINCESS: CARNIVAL PART 2 OF 4 by Inleaves

Chapter 2 — Come out of your Shell

I kind of like this lotion. Even back in my cozy little apartment I rarely felt so relaxed. That skank is fussing all over me and I just...Don’t...Care. I’d even masturbate if I she didn’t just restrain my wrists. Whatever, it’s not like I’m going to ask her to help with that...

“Who are you? Tell me everything, honey.”

“Brooke Wendell.”

“And?”

“And that’s it.”

“Good grief, even under trance...Speak up, honey!”

“Don’t want to...”

“Such a troublesome material...But your voice matches, so it has to be you. Alright, we’ll do it the hard way...”

Lisa’s done yapping and goes back to massaging my scalp. Ooooh it feels great.

“Have ya got any troubles you’d want to talk ab...Hm, any troubles, honey?”

“Bastards abducted me and wanted to transform me...I can’t read anymore, how can I contact my parents...”

“Yeah, that’s more like it!” Muttered Lisa before talking to Brooke again.“That’s silly, Brookie. Ya can’t just suck reading out of a gal.”

“I wish you couldn’t. Yet I can’t read.”

Her massaging intensifies. God...It’s like the foaming lotion is bubbling its way into my skull. Such a great feeling...Gotta ask her where to get some for myself...

“Listen carefully, Brookie. Ya never could read. You’re just not the type of gal for school...You tried to learn, but it could never enter your pretty red head...”

“Huuh...”

Her pleasant scrubbing makes me sink into my memories. School...I...I think I remember. Back when I was a little girl...My elementary school teacher...What was her name again?

“Brookie! Apply yourself, for God’s sake...I know your sisters are bad with school, but you’ve got a spark inside you, I know you can do it...”

“I’m trying ta, Mrs Tush! But it makes my head hurt, like...”

“If you work hard, it will click eventually. Just promise me you won’t give up just because your family is like that.”

“Sniffle I promise...“

Yeah, that’s right, I worked hard, I really did. And yes, my family definitely has unfortunate genetics, but why did Mrs Tush talk about sisters? It’s my twin brothers who drew the short stick...Well, shorter than me, I guess...Damn letters, why won’t they make something simpler?

“That’s right, doesn’t it feel good to remember who you truly are...” Murmurs Lisa while I remember. “Beat those bastards...They just tried to make you sad that you can’t read, but that’s just who you are. It’s genetics, you can’t help it.”

“No...I have a spark...I...I went to school, I managed to learn things...”

“But never how to read...”

* * *

“...No...sob”

“Aaaw, don’t be sad, Brookie. Your childhood was happy, wasn’t it? So what if you were unable to read...Teachers helped you find your spark. You remember that, right?”

Definitely. I never dropped out of school, I just went to a different one. No cryptic writing there, just learning actually useful stuff. Better for a simple girl like me...

“Yes...Mistah Candy was so nice...”

“Yes, let the memories come, they’ll make you happy. You loved to sing, didn’t you?”

“No, not singing...I studied CG art.”

“Dammit. I mean...giggle What’s that mean? Cowgirl art?“

“No, it’s...Huh...You know, on a computer. I draw on a computer.”

“Huh? But, like, how can you do that, Brookie? You can’t read...”

“What? Of course I...”

My heart sinks and tears flow again. That’s right, I can’t read. I should just stop beating myself over it and accept it...But...How do I use computers on a...Like, everyday? What the hell?

“Tee hee! No need to be ashamed you like singin’, Brookie!”

“No but...I’m tellin’ the truth...I do computer pictures...”

“Don’t worry, cutie, I’m sure you’ll be honest with your dreams soon.”

Lisa sets up a plain view mirror in front of me, but stands in front of it. What’s the point...

“By the way, you mentioned a Mister Candy?”

“Yeah, mah mus...Huh, I mean, my art teacher.”

“He was nice...And...”

“Aaaand?” Pushes Lisa with a smile while fondling my small breasts.

“...And handsome...”

“Good girl. You love the word candy, don’t you? Makes you feel safe and loved...”

What is she talking about...Whipping up a lollipop and unwrapping it...Hmm? What’s with that lollipop...I...

“Candy is good. You want that candy, don’t you Brookie?”

“Yess...”

She puts the pink lollipop into my open mouth. Hmm...That’s one good candy. Candy...Caaannddyyy...

“That’s it, enjoy the candy. Let it trigger you nanites. Let it make you pretty and cute.”

Skank moves. Oh, it’s me. Nice lotion bubbling lots but I’m still black hair. Knew it...Huuuh...Feel so strange all...over...

* * *

I finish the yummy candy, and the tingling slowly recedes. I just keep staring at my reflection. There’s still a bit of lotion in my hair, but all the black coloring’s gone. Yeah, my captors won’t find me so easy now! Besides, I look better with my red hair. It’s all wet and messy, I hope Lisa can give me a cute haircut. I wonder why I never looked to much into styling myself? I’m pretty cute. My redhead freckles are just on the bridge of my nose, my face is adorable and youthful, and my boobs are pretty shapely. What were they again? B cups? I wish I was bigger but they’re better than my brains at least...

Lisa comes back. She seems to agree my boobs are too small. Well, sorry...

“Hmm, let’s try that again. Who are you?”

“Brookie. Brookie...Huh...Wendell.”

“Are you a brunette?”

“I’m a redhead, duh.”

“Are you a smart girl?”

“Not really...”

“Do you like singing?”

“Nah.”

“Yep, malleable but not soft enough. Physical changes minimal. The live trials were bouncing and singing at that stage. Oh well, a good fuck will fix that resistance right up, Wendell...”

She clears up her throat, gives my scalp a good scrubbing again, then lowers a screen in front of the mirror. Shows the concert venue.

“Anyways, you said you needed help? I’ve got just the boy for you!” Ah, I wondered why she sounded smart. I guess I was dreaming. “See the cute guy with the headphones over here?”

She points to said guy while deeply massaging my scalp with her other hand. He’s wearing a blue t-shirt and a rockin’ leather jacket. He seems...He seems...Hmmm...

“Niiice and sleepy, Brookie. Look at him. He’s handsome and cool, isn’t he? Doesn’t he look totally nice and funny? You want to talk do him...Don’t be shy...”

“I...I’m not shy...It’s just...”

“That’s right, you’re not shy. You’re a pretty and outgoing girl. You love people.”

“I don’t...I really d...”

“Brookie, stop being silly. You can’t read or write. How the hell do you think you went through life if you weren’t a social butterfly, huh?”

* * *

She...She’s right...I can’t read, I know I can’t. But...But then, why don’t I want to talk to the guy? He’s...Kinda cute...My nipples are getting a bit stiffy...Lisa seems to notice.

“Looook at ya, you’re already all hot and dewey for him! Don’t give me anything ’bout not loving people when you’re ready to go just looking at a cute guy. You’re clearly a very fun girl...”

“That’s...Not...”

“Hee hee!”

She unfastens the restraints around my wrists. Thank God, my boobs were feeling lonely...Hmmm..I love how soft and perky they are...

“Sex drive is going strong! Good...Don’t forget your poor vagina, Brookie..Yes, that’s it, good girl...”

“Hmmhnaaah...”

“No, don’t look away from the boy, Brookie. He’s the one bringing you these wonderful feelings. Don’t go all the way to orgasm, either. You’re only getting yourself ready for him, after all...That’s it. Nice and slow...”

“He’s going to fuck you very soon, it’s gonna be great...”

“No...No I don’t want to...Do that...I want...Help...”

“And he’ll help you the best he can after enjoying all the fun you can give him! That’s what’s great when you’re a cutie.”

Hmm...Yeah....He’ll help...Help me cum...Escape...

“See? It’s a great plan. You’re just having doubts because you look like a mess right now. A simple cutie like you needs to look great. You’ll look great once I dry your new hair and give you new clothes.”

“Oh...That’s right. Clothes...”

“Yes! After your makeover, you’ll be ready to chat up as many boys as you like! Isn’t it great, Brookie? I’ll go fetch your new clothes. You just stay right here, okay?”

“Ooookaaay...Haaah...He’s...He’s so handsome...”

* * *

“Here, honey! You’re done!”

Lisa spins me around so I face the plain view mirror. I can’t help but smile and girlishly bring my hand to my chest. My fiery red hair is tied into two low hanging pigtails and my clothes are actually fitting! A nice, light blue tank top and a bra fitting snuggly around my B-cup. It’s chafing a bit; Probably because I was naked in the pod. The miniskirt is skimpy, but it’s so nice my legs are able to breathe! Okay so it’s pretty revealing, but it’s par for the course for a concert, right? My captors will never recognize me like this! I turn to the nice, helpful girl with an embarassed, but genuine smile!

“Thanks, Lisa! It’s just what I needed. It was really relaxing, too...”

“It’s nothing, Brookie! Ya just go get help out there, okay?”

“You know it!”

...Why does it feel so weird being nice to her?

“Oh, and wouldya want some candy for the road?”

“Oooooh!” I squeal, eyes wide open. “Can I?”

“Sure!”

She hands me a fanny pack with a candy logo on it. I open it, and smile wide when I see it’s full with those honey candies! I pop one in and close my eyes. Ooooh, so good...

“Ya sure love candy, don’t you Brookie!”

“Yeah! It always make me feel safe and happy! It’s like I could eat nothing but candy...”

“Hee hee, that’ exactly it, Trixie...That and love juices...”

“Hmmm...Did you say something?”

“Nothing! Have a nice concert!”

* * *

And so I step back into the concert venue, as a new girl. Well, compared to when I escape anyway. I’m closer to who I actually was, though. Making me freak out because I can’t read...Nice trick! But I’ll show you how Brookie Wendell solves her problems! Let’s just find a cute guy...

...What?! How the hell is that my first thought? Sure, I’ve always been a social butterfly, but I was thinking more along the lines of finding a smart girl to help me. This isn’t exactly a good time to flirt. Let’s find a good candidate.

Oh, one of my captors is looking around. Come on, look at me, I dare you to see through my makeover. Come on...

He saw me. He saw me and didn’t react. It...It worked! I tricked them! Yooohooo! I walk into the crowd of happy concert goers, blending in. Aaaah, I’m so glad I had the salon idea! I’m cute again and they don’t know what the hell. Victory across the board! You regret trying to turn the poor illiterate redhead into a slave now huh?

Anyways, time to find help now that I gave those bastards a slip. A smart looking girl. Let’s see...Yes, there sure are a lot of girls, but smart? Smarter than me, perhaps, but I need to be sure, to get someone who can really help me.

Hmm...Say, this...This boy with the leather jacket and the headphones over here, he’s...Gulp He’s really cute, isn’t he? Yeah, he looks courageous, and smart, and...And soo strong...Am I g-getting wet? I can’t take my eyes off him...Crap, I suppose that’s one way of getting motivated to get help, and he’s soo my type, but...Is this normal? I’m...Still kind of an escapee sex slave, aren’t I? Am I...really this slutty? Rubbing my thighs together when I see a stud is...kind of slut behavior, right?

I close my eyes and shake my head. I can’t initiate stud hunting just yet, I’ve gotta make sure this is something the real me would do. Yeah...Let’s see...Brookie’s sex life...

* * *

“Ohmigawd mah baby sister got her first stud?

“Shhhh Christmas! Don’t go screaming about it...”

“Aw, Brookie what the heck, ya passed too much time up north! Don’t tell me jus’ two years of art lessons made ya all shy!”

“I’m not shy, Sis!” I pout. “I got the cutest guy in the orchestra to forget the rich little missy and do me long and hard! And I’m not going to be ashamed of that! It’s just...”

I pouted, putting my arms behind my back. I was so jealous of big Sis’ rack. Still am, really.

“It’s just super weird to hear you talk like that! We don’t say “mah” in art school...”

“Yeah yeah, stop babblin’ rubbish and tell your big sis how sex was, wontcha.”

She leans toward me and caresses me under my chin. She’s always been touchy-feely, my big Sis. Anyway, she was right, I was proud of my first fling!

“Well, he was careful not hurting me too much when he popped my cherry, but after the pain was gone...Wow! He was so strong and manly! I tried to stay quiet but that was a lost cause! Xandra—some annoying gossip- could have caught us in the act and I wouldn’t have cared! I was begging him to keep going, grinding back against his manly cock, feeling myself melting, wanting more...”

Christmas is beaming. She’s proud of me and showing it. She twists her finger in my red curls, telling me I’m a woman now, that my happiness is just beginning. That I’ll have many more lovers. I haven’t the time to tell her I’m not ready to be, well, like her yet, when she’s already taking charge.

“Trust me Brookie, sex is best when ya want it and know how to handle it.” She sank her manicured finger between my thighs and rubbed a bit through the fabric, catching me by surprise and making me blush. “C’mon, let’s get this lil’ bunny into gear, so you’ll be ready for a life of fun. Ya don’t want to be a sad prude who’ll always regret her first boy, right?”

“Hell no, it felt great, but I’m not sure I want...You know...”

“No buts, Brookie! We’re going road trippin’, and you’re gettin’ shagged five times before Monday! I’ll not have mah cute baby sis think slut means anything else than happy and healthy girl, I won’t!”

* * *

Oh. Ooooh yeah, I remember now. No wonder I feel this horny when I see a stud, Big Sis taught me well and early! Knocked the art school prude right outta me...Well, her boyfriends did. Oooh, I get all tingly jus’ remembering it. Wasn’t sure at first, but Randy’s doggy style thrust sure blew away all my doubts in Big Sis. I sure did learn how there’s nothin’ wrong with being a slut right then! I’m really all wet and ready to go, and it’s the real me. I know it now! Feels great... Why would I second guess my urges, huh? Can’t a cute girl have fun? And a rock-hard guy is waaay better than staying in my room trying to get myself off...Like I would ever do that when I can just go up to a stud and...

...Wait a minute, I did do that.

* * *

It was late at night, I had completed an important art project. I remember the lukewarm cup of tea, I had stacked the teabags over the evening. The taste of increasingly bitter theine lingered in my mouth, yet I felt nothing but relief. My work was done, and I was now free to chill in bed, basking in the best feeling in the world. Achievement. That was why I chose to work freelance.

But as I was enjoying the feeling, my mind wandered to a pretty dirty place. I hadn’t...Pleased myself in more than a month. Thinking about that brought me no pride, but...Well, I could indulge myself. So I made sure the windows were closed, turned off the light, and stripped naked.

I had to work to get going. The pleasure felt distant, behind a veil of blank sensations. While I was grateful I didn’t have a slut’s body, I had made up my mind...So as soon as I started getting wet, I jammed my fingers in there. It felt better, certainly good enough to make me want more, but still tepid and frustrating. I couldn’t really get my breasts in on the fun, since I barely even had those. I didn’t have any dildos, either...

* * *

Man, I remember that clearly. I did manage to cum, but it was barely even an orgasm. That’s one subject I’m well versed about, tee hee! I wonder, didn’t my sisters teach me in masturbation? I’m pretty sure Angel got me a dildo or three...When was this, even? I stopped being a prude after Christmas took me out fucking during last year of art school. Yet clearly I had a job by then...

...W-wait a minute. It’s impossible. Those last two memories just don’t match. They both completely invalidate the other. It...Can’t be. Those bastards, my captors...They implanted false memories in my mind! Holy shit, can you even do that?! I stagger back to the salon’s wall. I knew my situation was fucked, but this is some Philip K. Dick shit. There’s no telling how many fake memories are there, just waiting to sneak up on me and twist how I see the world and myself, but at least now I know one version of me has to be fake. Christmas’ little sister, cute and nice but a bit of a slut, and the night owl artist who doesn’t even have a dildo. They can’t co-exist. One of them has to be completely fake. Now...Which one is it?

Heh. It’s obvious, isn’t it? Sex slavers wouldn’t have any interest in making up a sexless persona. Besides, the memory is so much clearer. The oversteeped tea, the achievement followed by frustration...Talking with Christmas is clear enough, but it’s kinda isolated, floating in a void. Yeah, there’s no question. They were trying to turn me into some sort of hick slut. Hot damn...Bless you, frustrating shlicking session! Without you I would have been convinced to get wet just looking at a guy. I better hang on to this memory. It’s who I am. I’m not a slut. I’m likely even a virgin. I work freelance. I am flat as a...

Hold on. I am flat? No I’m not! I cup my boobs with my hands. My boobs...My adorable, perky boobs...They’re fake? I’m a washboard? No...No...!

“Hey, Miss!”

My hands clench and slide upwards in a useless bid to hide I was fondling myself. I look ahead. Oh crap! It’s the guy with the leather jacket!

“Y-yes?” I blurt out.

“Can I help you? You seemed to panic just a moment ago.”

“Yes, huh, it’s nothing, thank you. You can...”

Oh...Oooooh...

“Miss? What’s up?”

“I...I feel dizzy...I...”

I lose my balance and fall. The boy catches me. I shiver. Wha...What’s happening...I’m burning up. He lifts me. Huaaah...So strong...Manly...

“You don’t look so good. My place isn’t too far, I can take you there so you can rest and call an ambulance.”

Oooh, yeah, that’s exactly the sort of help I needed! I’m saved!

“Yes! Yes, please...”

“Alright, don’t worry, you’ll be safe soon.”

And so he carries me out of the concert venue. Relieved, I close my eyes and snuggle up to him. Mmmh, I’m gettin’ all horny...A man’s scent always drives me wild. Runs in the family, Christmas said...Wait...Isn’t she, you know, not real? I’m not sure...Hard to think when your whole body’s all “hello”. Have to focus on who I am...I’m Brookie Wendell...Artist...I don’t like sex...Hm? Doesn’t sound right...I want sex right now. Is it my because of my slavers or could I be wrong about Christmas? I know my boobs aren’t flat, so maybe the other memory is the false one...

Ah, I don’t know...I don’t know anything but that I want to be fucked! I can’t concentrate because I keep wondering how big and hard his cock is and it’s making me just drenched. And I don’t even know his name...Maybe I am a slut? Like, a true one, not because my captors made me. Maybe I should fight it, it might be dangerous...But...I can’t be ungrateful to that guy, can I? He’s saving me, for God’s sake...Hmm...Got an idea. I’ll have sex with him, then I’ll know if I don’t like sex! Yep, sounds like a plan. A good fuck will clear up everything.