Becoming missy - Chapter 8

I mean, I was like, practically a new person, but a you-go-girl kinda person, right? I made my way to the like, bathroom and got myself all cleaned up and stuff. The warm water was like, to-die-for on my sensitive body, and I just couldn't get enough. I mean, who would have thought a simple like, shower could feel so sultry and steamy? Not only did I look like a total smoking hot, blonde bimbo, but I felt like one too.

I didn't even recognize myself anymore, but like, I was totally digging it. I mean, who wouldn't want to be an ultra busty 18-year-old bombshell with a constant desire to fuck and be fucked? I grinned like an idiot and looked at myself in the mirror. I was so freaking hot! I couldn't believe how lucky I was. I mean, sure, I didn't know who I had been before, but I was soooo happy with who I was now.

Missy, they had called me. I tried saying my new name a few times, but it sounded so weird coming from my newly formed, pouty, and perfect lips. But whatever, I liked it. I liked being Missy. I liked how it made me feel – like a total bimbo slut. I mean, I was this brain-dead, blonde bimbo and I loved it. Leaving the bathroom, I walked back into my bedroom, ready to like, brush my hair and apply my makeup.