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(A young girl that is about 14 years old walks in. She gets some looks from our other patrons, as she has bright purple hair, multiple piercings, a leather jacket, and ripped jeans. It is freezing outside and she has a scowl on her face that makes me nervous.)

Me: “Hello, welcome to [coffee shop]. How may I help you?”

Young Girl: “I’ll take five of the largest black coffees you have, and ten of your ham and cheese sandwiches.”

Me: “Okay, will that be all?”

Young Girl: “Yeah.”

Me: “Your total is [price].”

(To my surprise, she pulls out a $100 bill. I am suspicious, and I check to make sure it’s real. It checks out, and I give her a bag with her sandwiches.)

Me: “Here is your change. Your coffee will be ready in a moment.”

(I keep an eye on her as she stands around glaring at anyone who looks at her. I see her looking at the tip jar. When I hand her the coffees, she asks me about it.)

Young Girl: “Your tip jar says that the money goes to you guys. Are any of you in college?”

Me: “Yes, I’m going to Rochester Institute of Technology. A few others are in college as well.”

Young Girl: “Good for you.”

(She pulls out the change I gave her and a few more $20 dollar bills. She crams then in the jar and salutes me jokingly before walking out. I am stunned, and chase after her. I find her on the street corner talking to some homeless people and handing out the sandwiches and coffee.)

Me: “Excuse me!”

Young Girl: “I’m sorry, did I forget something?”

Me: “No, but you just tipped us over $100 dollars. You’re also giving away a lot of food.”

Young Girl: “Yeah, my dad is crazy rich. I feel like I can do more if I actually interact with people instead of signing a check to a charity. Every Friday I gather anyone I see who needs a good meal, and buy it for them.” *she smiles brightly* “I may be young, but I can make a difference. I usually hand out flyers for homeless shelters or soup kitchens, too.”

(Without another word, she walks off silently. I didn’t stop smiling for the rest of the week. It goes to show you that appearances aren’t everything!)

Even at the ‘all girl’ office, an occasional dress down day is appreciated…

When Veronica learned about her husband’s bimbo fetish, she tried her best to be accommodating. She made a point to try and do the little things such as saying “like” more often and giggling more, especially when they were having sex. 

As time went on, Veronica began to enjoy the roleplaying more and more. She began to wear more pink and dressed sexier in general. She even dyed her hair blonde, before deciding that she looked even better as a brunette bimbo. 

Still, she found herself wanting to do more for him. To make herself more of a bimbo. Veronica discovered a company called Improve U Inc. that seemed to specialize in products to make women sexier. She ordered a box of ‘Brain Blockers”, a pill that supposedly restricted the part of a woman’s brain that made her intelligent.  At first, the pills were a huge success for the couple. Veronica, or just V when she was a bimbo, loved the feeling of being reduced to such a low intellect and her husband enjoyed having a dumb, horny wife that wanted to fuck him everyday.  Eventually, though, V’s husband got tired of the bimbo his wife had become. Unfortunately, Veronica found herself addicted to the Brain Blockers and couldn’t stop taking them. She hated that her husband wasn’t happy, but sucking and fucking were the only ways she could think of helping him. 

Veronica’s husband began to cheat on her with a colleague at his work. She was tall, fit, beautiful and, most importantly, smart. The affair went on for months before he finally decided to leave his bimbofied wife for good. 

Heartbroken, V begged him to stay. She promised to get enormous fake breasts and lips for him. She would do anything to keep her husband. As she dropped to her knees, sobbing and pleading, an idea came to him. He said that he wouldn’t leave her if she agreed to be a plaything for him and his new love interest. At least this way, he explained, V would still be able to please him and fulfill the purpose she craved so badly. 

Without hesitation, V agreed and jumped to her feet to hug her husband. He explained that he wasn’t her husband anymore, he was her Master; and she was to call him Sir from now on. She nodded; she’d do anything to keep him.

For weeks, V served her Master and Mistress as their silly bimbo plaything. She loved all the attention she would get from the couple. Master even got her new pills, to help make her an even better bimbo for them. V was now totally obedient and compliant; she lived to serve her owners.

One day, her Mistress suggested that V wear a sexy maid outfit. V was happy to be sexy for her Mistress and put the outfit on. She loved how pleased her Mistress looked.

“Now, listen to me, slut. I want you to take this.” She handed V another pill, which she happily took. Within seconds, the bimbo was standing straight and stuff. Her eyes vacant, staring into nothing. 

“You’re not V anymore,” her Mistress continued, “You’re Veronique now and you’re our stupid, slutty French bimbo maid. You will speak with a broken French accent and your whole life as you remember it will cease to exist. You’ve always been our whore and servant. Do you understand?” 

Veronique blinked as her whole life seemed to flash before her eyes. She shook her head, shaking the stars from her mind.  “Oui, madame. I understand.” the bimbo repeated, her accent making the words sound sultry and eager. 

Allanah Rhodes and Jillian Ann