Turning Homely Brainy Prudes into Bimbo Barbi Doll Sluts - Sex Stories

Turning Homely Brainy Prudes into Bimbo Barbi Doll Sluts

... burned her conservative, dumpy clothes and bought her tight spandex mini dresses, thongs, high heels as well as eye shadow, mascara, false eyelashes, lipstick, rouge. My investment was soon repaid many times over as Eden got a job in a titty bar and began turning tricks. Even though she ended up fucking many other men because she had an insatiable appetite for sex, I always had a special hold over her and was able to bend her will to mine simply by being in physical contact with her. Physical contact was how I explored my power. I tried bumping into beautiful women to see if I had power over them. But nothing. I found homely women who were also stupid. Again, no go. The only spark was when I managed to touch a young woman who was both really ugly and exceptionally intelligent. By trial and error that involved a lot of apparent clumsiness on my part, bumping into women on the subway or at the supermarket I mostly discovered all the women I had no affect on whatsoever. I was beginning to think that I just had a special power over one person--Edith/Eden. But then it happened again. The next bimbo-to-be was a mid-20s Harvard-educated law clerk for a federal judge. Ironically, I was in court because Edith's associates and family had taken legal action against me for having transformed Edith into Eden. But what could they do really? I hadn't kidnapped her, and no one, including me, could explain her transformation or prove that I had ...

... caused it. I suppose you could call it "identity theft," but it couldn't hold up in a court of law. But what I discovered that did hold up in a court of law was my unique super power. I had almost given up thinking that I had any power over women other than Edith/Eden, but there was something about Margaret that reminded me of Edith. She had that same mousy, repressed look, but I could see that she had a brilliant mind. I accidently-on-purpose found an excuse to touch her hand when I was handing her one of the legal documents I had to sign. The electric spark was there, including her shocked reaction and my surge of power. Once, I could tell Margaret was someone I would have power over, I took her by the arm and she nearly passed out. I said, we need to go somewhere private. She didn't know me at all, but said, "Yes, we do." I stayed in physical contact with her, as we left the courthouse where she worked and hailed a taxi. Once in the backseat of the cab, I kissed her. She melted. I slipped my hand under her shirt. She moaned. I looked at her and could already see changes taking place in her face. "Oh, yes, here we go again," I thought. Yes, Margaret, who I renamed Margarita, quickly became the second in my stock of bimbo sluts. She went from being a legal genius homely prude to being a dumb nympho Barbie Doll slut. Once I knew what to look for, I kept adding to my collection. It turned out to be a pretty great super power after all.