Chapter 1: Beginning
The alarm on my phone blasted "Sexy and I Know It" in my ear, but I woke up feeling anything but. I groaned and rolled over, closed my eyes, and tried to go back to sleep. But the warmth between my legs told me that wasn't an option. I sighed, got out of bed, and did my morning piss.
When I returned to the bedroom, I found the note lying on the bed. It read, "You're going to enjoy this, darling." I scrunched up my nose, wondering what the hell was going on.
I'd had a few too many cosmos at the bar last night, but I didn't remember doing anything... erotic. I had always been a smart, independent woman, confident in my own skin and my own abilities. How had I ended up like this?
I decided to take a shower, hoping the warm water would give me some clarity. As I stood under the spray, I felt a strange throbbing sensation between my legs. It wasn't unpleasant, just unfamiliar. I reached down to investigate, and that's when I found the bimbo statue.
It was small, maybe three inches tall, made of smooth porcelain and shaped like a curvaceous woman with exaggerated features. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. But as I looked closer, I realized that it wasn't just a statue - it was stuck inside me.
I yelped and jumped out of the shower, immediately trying to remove it. But it wouldn't budge. Panic set in as I tried everything - warm water, cold water, soap, lubricant.
But no matter what I did, the bimbo statue remained stubbornly in place. I tried to think back to the previous night, to remember if anyone had slipped something into my drink or if I had done something stupid.
But my memories were fuzzy, and the only thing I could remember clearly was the last thing I had read before passing out - a headline about a new erotic transformation fetish club in town. I groaned, realizing what had probably happened.
I got dressed, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling between my legs, and headed to the kitchen to make some coffee.