Chapter 1: Introduction
Elizabeth's hands clenched on the steering wheel, knuckles white, as the worn tires of her sensible sedan crunched through a forest road just outside the city. Her gut clenched uneasily with every squeal and crunch from the undercarriage.
Normally, the sensible Doctor wouldn't have been on the road at all this late into the evening, but it wasn't like she'd left herself much choice. She'd stayed at the lab long past close to continue working on her research in search of a breakthrough, and now, hours later, she only had 30 minutes left in her lengthy commute nearly two cities over to her home in the suburbs.
Her mind was a tangle of numbers and statistics, and her eyes were heavy, making her vision blurry in the moonlight's shine—like a mirage playing tricks on her mind.
She should have stopped for coffee. Or at least taken a five-minute break to clear her eyes.
The crash jolted her out of her thoughts like a lightning bolt to the brain. The jolt was sudden, aggressive, her world reduced to a white light as something took hold of her car and flipped it with a sickening crunch.
Elizabeth's head smacked the frame as darkness took her, her senses reeling.
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Staci was already a mile down the windy road before she saw the wreckage. The beam of her headlights caught the twisted metal in a ghostly glow, making her heart leap into her throat.
She pulled over and fumbled for her phone, thumb hovering over 9-1-1, when she caught sight of the figure slumped on the driver's seat.
For a brief moment, her perfectly arched brow furrowed, unsure what to do.
Staci wasn't the brightest, but she wasn't a total ditz. Seeing an accident on this remote road and no one else in sight meant she had to decide: should she wait for an ambulance to come the thirty minutes it'd take to get there, or should she trust her instincts and use her limited knowledge from those nursing classes she’d once taken?
The decision came easily.
After a moment of hesitation, Staci decided to try and help the unconscious woman. She didn't know much about first aid, but she knew enough to tell that the car was badly damaged, with shards of glass scattered across the floor.
Pushing her guilt, her fear, and her instincts aside, Staci climbed up the slope of the crashed car and reached out to the woman, thinking she was a fellow damsel in distress. As Staci gently shook the woman’s shoulder, the woman groaned, rolling over onto her back.
Startled and overwhelmed, Staci stood frozen at the sight of the woman's stunning figure under the moonlight. The stranger's curves were so captivating, they would put a runway model to shame.
"Um, like, are you okay?" Staci asked carefully, unsure if the woman was even conscious.
The woman blinked slowly, trying to focus her blurry eyes. "I...I think so," she managed, her voice velvety smooth.
Staci giggled, immediately seeing herself in the driver, between her considerable curves and her dazed expression.
She couldn't help but make an assumption about the woman's personality. "Gurl I can already tell, you must be a bimbo like me!" Staci exclaimed, her voice laced with excitement.
Elizabeth looked bewildered, struggling to make sense of the surroundings and the situation she found herself in. She couldn't help but look at the intruder with a mixture of confusion and annoyance. "I don't think so," she replied, her voice slightly more composed now.
Staci, however, was not deterred. She shrugged off Elizabeth's response, bucketfuls of confidence emerging.
"Of course you are! Look at you—trust me, you've got the body of a bimbo babydoll for sure!" Staci winked as she helped Elizabeth out of the wreckage, oblivious to the woman's discomfort and irritation at being mistaken for a dim-witted character.
Staci then proceeded to lead Elizabeth toward her own apartment, claiming she would "take good care of her" until the ambulance arrived. She was determined to make the other woman believe she, too, was a bimbo.
After all, anyone who looked like that had to know how to be a bimbo, right?
As they approached her apartment, Staci chattered breathlessly, excited to share her wisdom with someone who she felt could be a fellow bimbo.
"So like, gurl, you'll prob'ly have to stay with me until the ambulance comes. I mean, you don't wanna go to the hospital on your own, right?" Staci commented, grinning widely, showing off her glossy lips that seemed to rival Elizabeth's own full ones. In her sea of confusion, Elizabeth felt compelled to agree with the woman who had saved her, but she was quickly beginning to realize just how lost she was. "Um, that's probably a good idea, I guess. I-I can't remember anything..." she said as she looked into the bimbo's eyes.
"I can't remember anything, not even my own name."
Shock flickered across Staci's face as she struggled to process Elizabeth's words. "Wow, seriously? Like, that's crazy, gurl!" She shook her head slightly, trying to refocus her attention back to Elizabeth. "Yeah, okay, we're definitely not going to the hospital then, I mean, we have no idea what kind of job you have. You might not even have insurance!" Staci scoffed, waving her hand dismissively. "Besides, I've got this awesome health tonic from my cousin, and like, it's all-natural to!"
Elizabeth looked at her incredulously, her underlying intelligence urging her to question this woman, but it was ultimately overpowered by the nativity stemming from her amnesia. "Natural sounds good, I suppose" she uttered, her voice still struggling to find its usual, assertive pitch.
Staci couldn't contain her excitement as she nodded excitedly, fumbling in her bag for the tonic bottle. She handed it to Elizabeth, who eyed it warily. "Thank you?" she mumbled perplexed, unaware of the bizarre situation.
Staci opened the door to her apartment, ushering Elizabeth inside. Her home was a colorful wonderland of pink furniture, neon lights, and pop culture posters. The environment practically screamed ditziness.
A fluff feather rug adorned the entrance, and retro wallpapers of cherries, candy, and pin-up girls expanded across the walls.
Elizabeth followed Staci hesitantly, her head spinning from the frenetic energy emitted by the brassy woman. As she looked around, taking in the cluttered space, she subconsciously began to feel out of place in this clatter of frilly fabrics, gingerbread house decor, and "Captain Save-A-Ho" posters.
She felt her stern, professional demeanor fading, and her usual no-nonsense attitude being replaced by a sense of vulnerability.
"Take a seat babes I'll make us something to eat!" Staci asserted with a giggle.
"You can just chill here in the living room while I put together something fun and yummy."
Elizabeth stared at Staci as if she was trying to solve a complex mathematical formula. The woman's energy was infectious, but Elizabeth couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the bizarre situation. She tried to rally her scrambled thoughts and remember anything from her past, but it was a futile exercise. Her memory was as blank as a whiteboard, and she couldn't even remember what it was like to see the world through her own eyes.
It was as if she was a newborn in an adult's body.
Her hunger kicked in as the smell of pancakes wafted in from the kitchen, and she absently followed the smell, her stomach rumbling.
Shyly, she sat down on one of Staci's plush, neon-pink barstools as the bimbo glanced over, beaming. "I hope you like 'em fluffy!" she exclaimed, placing a heaping stack of blueberry pancakes in front of Elizabeth.
It wasn't just pancakes that filled the plate, but also a small pile of fresh berries, whipped cream and a drizzle of syrup. The whole concoction was mouthwatering, and Elizabeth's stomach rumbled at the sight.
She ate without hesitation, savoring each bite and allowing the sweetness to invigorate her. It wasn't long before she'd cleaned the whole plate and looked up at Staci, grinning, almost like a child. "Th-thank you.
I've never... I don't remember ever eating like that." Elizabeth spoke, her eyes wide and childlike as she licked her lips, evidently relishing the taste.
Staci beamed, obviously pleased by the reaction. "Oh, you'll grow to love it! It's all about learning to embrace the simple joys in life, girl!" Staci replied, toying with her long blonde hair. She said the words nonchalantly, but there was a spark in her eyes like she found joy in helping Elizabeth navigate this new experience. Elizabeth responded to Staci, failing to realize that, indeed much like a newborn, she was already starting to mirror parts of Staci's cadence, "I would, like, totally love to learn more about that." Staci beamed and sat down next to Elizabeth, eager to share as she poured them both some tea, the amber liquid steaming softly as it hit the ceramic teacups. "Well honey, you see, learning to be a bimbo is all about embracing life and enjoying the simple things we take for granted," she explained earnestly, her enthusiasm clear in every word. "And sorry babes, but with that body you just HAVE to be one." Staci added, as an afterthought.
Elizabeth blinked at her before looking down at herself. She hesitated, unsure of what to say or think.
"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to try. To learn how to be more... simple, like you," she finally said, a wry smile playing on her lips. The irony of Elizabeth, a woman with a genius-level intellect, agreeing to be trained to be 'simple' by someone like Staci was entirely lost on the former doctor.
In her amnesia induced state, she could only look up at Staci, her mind awash with confusion and intrigue.
"Best. Decision. Ever!" Staci said, her tone bouncing with enthusiasm.
A genuine smile spread across Elizabeth's face at the sound of her new friend's excitement. "First things first, though, let's try to figure out whatever we can about your old life. Do you have any clue what your name was?" Staci asked.
She watched Elizabeth's expressive face as she furrowed her brow, mulling over the question. With a flicker of frustration, she shook her head.
"I-I actually think I do KINDA remember? I think it had an L in it?" Elizabeth said with a hint of confusion and frustration.
Staci adopted a thoughtful expression of her own, though admittedly a rather ditzy looking one, in response to Elizabeth's words. "Hmm well you look like a bimbo and your name had a L, sooo how about Lisa?" She said this with a twinkle in her eye as if she'd just solved a particularly difficult high-school algebraic question.
Elizabeth smiled immediately at Staci's suggestion. "Lisa... Ohmygod, I feel like that's right!" Elizabeth beamed at Staci, forgetting her frustration in an instant. "Hi, I'm Lisa. Nice to meet you!" She offered her hand for Staci to shake.
Trying to contain her excitement, Staci took Lisa's hand firmly and shook it. "Nice to meet you too, Lisa! Sooo, onto the clothes then. You're wearing business clothes, which like totally confused me at first cause a bimbo would NEVER wear something like that, but I think I have it figured out. The clothes are like, super baggy, and you were driving late at night, so I bet you were off fucking some guy and your clothes got all fucked up, so he like, gave you his to wear home, ya know?" Staci replied confidently, gesturing around Lisa's figure in a vaguely helpful manner.
Lisa found herself gaping at the other woman, utterly at a loss for words. She did not remember anything of the sort, but of course, she didn't remember anything. Slowly though, Lisa's mind began absorbing Staci's theory like a sponge, her scientific thinking so deeply ingrained in her subconscious, she rationalized the ludicrous claims. "OMG, like, I think you're right ! That makes so much sense, actually!" She exclaimed with wide eyes, quickly embracing Staci's theories as true memories of her own.
"I think I remember that happening, actually! Yeah! But the guy like totally lives around here so I need to look sexy for him in case we run into each other!"
Staci's face lit up, clearly impressed by Lisa's apparent memory recall—though she clearly didn't notice that it was all based on her own suggestions. "Of course you do, babe," she soothingly replied. "I think dressing more like your usual bimbo self will help you remember more about your old life too!" Staci added encouragingly.
Lisa smiled, nodding eagerly at the idea. It was astonishing how easily she was adopting Staci's worldview, but she couldn't help but feel that a massive jigsaw puzzle was getting assembled piece by piece.
"Okay, let's find you something to wear that will help you remember, Lisa!" Staci said, smiling widely, before jumping up from her stool and hurrying toward the bedroom.
"I know I've got some things that will definitely help you get into the bimbo mood!" she called over her shoulder. Lisa couldn't help but smile in excitement, mistakenly believing that she was learning more about her past and identity through Staci's antics.
She listened as Staci rummaged through her closet, looking for the perfect—read: tiny and tight—outfit that would allegedly help her remember her old self.
"Ah-ha! I knew this'd come in handy one day," Staci exclaimed, pulling out a short, sparkling minidress. "This will look so cute on youuu!" She enthused, holding the dress up against her chest and twirling around.
The minidress was short and flashy, not exactly something Lisa would have worn—or even considered wearing—in her old life, but she no longer had any memory of that old life. Instead, the false memories Staci was unknowingly implanting in her head screamed at her that it was something she would have worn. " Ohmygod, I am totally gonna rock that!" Lisa exclaimed, her eyes widening as the minidress shimmered under the soft overhead light.
Staci beamed, delighted by Lisa's enthusiasm. "Let's get you changed, babe! I can't wait for you to see how good that dress will look on you!" she giggled, unhooking the dress from the hanger.
"Girl you don't have to tell me! I'm sure he had a good dick but, like, I need to get out of the business clothes I borrowed from that guy" Lisa replied, following her new friend as she led the way to her bedroom.
The room was painted a candy-floss pink, wall-to-wall, and the giant bedspread was a mishmash of sequins depicting tropical flowers. Staci, with brimming confidence, tossed the sparkling minidress to Lisa, who caught it as if it were a precious gem.
Lisa turned to face the mirror as she removed her ruined blouse and unzipped her trousers. Slowly, she began to slip off her unworthy attire, leaving her concerned scientist brain nestled in her conservative black bra and frumpy panties.
Staci squealed as soon as she saw Lisa fully undressed. "OHEMGEE yeah, mkay, that seals, with that body you're DEFINITELY a bimbo. In fact, I'd be fucking shocked if you weren't a stripper like me tbh" she said with a smile.
Once again Lisa found herself absorbing Staci's words like a sponge as she took in her own reflection.
Her mind weighed the implications and, finding no alternative memory or reason to contradict the idea, assimilated it into her being. *I must have been a stripper, like her, before my accident.* She smiled as she felt another puzzle piece click into place. " Well, now you mention it! I think I danced at a place downtown!" Lisa rambled on, becoming increasingly certain of her non-existent memory as she continued conversing with Staci, a real memory of the neon sign for a place called 'Pole Katz,' one of the last things she saw before the accident, fusing with the fake ones she was forming through her conversation with Staci. "Yeah, no, I definitely remember that actually. I used to work at this club called Pole Katz , right downtown." Lisa’s mind felt an unexpected surge of excitement at having discovered this missing piece of her forgotten existence. "Oh my gawd that's like, not to far from The Pink Bunny! You guys are like, totally our main competition. What do you remember about working there?" Staci asked with obvious excitement. Lisa felt more false memories flood into her mind as she responded. " Oh, I remember everything about working at Pole Katz." Her voice dripped with exaggerated casualness, mimicking Staci's speech patterns. "The stage, the crowds, the dollars flying skyward, showering me in riches." Lisa's pulse quickened, and she tried to imagine herself in that life again.
Staci grinned at Lisa's reminiscent words. "That's the spirit, Lisa!" she said as she rummaged through her dresser drawers. "Here, try these on.
They're my old pair with rhinestones." Staci offered, handing Lisa the thigh-high boots with sparkling adornments, enhancing their already bold appearance.
"These will complete the look, girl. You'll be a dancing queen in no time!" Staci said, unable to stifle her excitement at Lisa's transformation into someone she could relate to, believing wholeheartedly that this was an accurate reflection of Lisa's forgotten self.
Lisa squealed as soon as she saw the boots. " Oohmygod these look amazing! If I wore these heels on stage at Pole Katz, forget it, I'd have been impossible to ignore!" she declared enthusiastically, feeling like pieces of her buried past were slowly returning. As she finished putting on the dress and the boots Lisa looked back at her reflection once again with a smile. She looked practically obscene in the outfit. The sparkling mini-dress emphasized every inch of her luscious figure, from her perfect, firm breasts to the curve of her hips.
More false memories embedded themselves in her brain of her strutting on stage, seduction dripping From every pore as she moved like a feline creature, drawing the attention of every man present.
Lisa immediately started striking poses in the mirror, trying her best to mimic the moves of a seasoned dancer. The fact that it seemed to come so naturally to her when she put her hands on her knees and started bouncing her ass in the dress only solidified the false perception in Lisa's mind that this was her true self.
"Damn, you look so fucking hot, girl! You definitely are a bimbo, through and through!" Staci blurted excitedly, with an approving nod, eyeing the way Lisa's ass moved seductively in the sparkling mini-dress.
She immediately felt compelled to add, "Not that there's anything wrong with that! It's just that once a bimbo, always a bimbo, you know?" She asked with a knowing wink.
"Girl, if you only knew," Lisa giggled, playing along as she moved her hips suggestively from side to side. Between Lisa's growing confidence in her newfound identity, her erotic physique, the tight clothes, and the thrill of seduction she felt was a part of her, she couldn't help herself.
Another false memory embedded itself in Lisa's mind as she continued shaking her ass and she wasted no time in describing it to Staci. " I remember how much my clients loved a good dance, and I'd do anything to make them happy," she purred seductively,adding an element of sensuality to her words that Staci couldn't help but smile at.
"ANYTHING??? And what do you mean by that?" Staci said with a smirk at her new bimbo friend. Lisa immediately giggled in response as she described more of the details to Staci. "Wellll like, this one time, I was dancing for this rich suit who wanted a lap dance. He looked so fucking hot in his designer suit, and like, after awhile, I could feel him through his pants. So like, obvi I asked if there was anything else I could do for him, ya know? And he said he had another hundred for me if I got on my knees and took care of the problem I made in his pants.
So duh, I got down on my knees, right there in the private room and unzipped his pants. I remember pulling out this massive cock and looking right up at him with these drowning puppy dog eyes, just begging him to let me pleasure him. I can still see the hunger in his eyes as his gaze flickered over my body, ugh, it was so hawt."
Staci listened, wide-eyed and with a lascivious grin, her mind's mouth watering as she heard Lisa recounting her experience. "Seriously?
You went down on him right then and there?" Staci asked with a laugh. "Oh my god, yes!" Lisa giggled.
"Oh yeah! The private rooms were made for that shit, you know? It was all part of the job," she explained with a barely restrained wink as she continued to sway her hips provocatively.
Staci laughed, finding her new friend's racy honesty entertaining. "Well, damn, you certainly had a wild time back then, didn't you?" she couldn't help but tease, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Lisa grinned, matching Staci's playfulness. "Well, now that I'm all dressed up like a bimbo, I guess it's only fair that we take this to the next level, right?" she chuckled.
Staci smirked back at Lisa, sauce dripping from her lips. "Hell yeah, babe! Let's show these men what they've been missing!" she cried out, her eyes gleaming with desire.