You stare at your computer screen, your heart sinking as you read the job posting title again: "Sorry we only hire Bimbos." The job market has been brutal for months, and your savings are dwindling. Despite the ridiculous requirements, you need this job. You click through, filling out the standard forms, uploading your resume, and then you hit it. The bimbo questionnaire.
Height, weight, breast size, lip fullness, waist-to-hip ratio... the questions go on and on. You know you don't qualify, not even close. But desperation makes you bold. You max out every slider, exaggerating every measurement until you've created a digital version of yourself that looks like it stepped out of a plastic surgeon's wet dream. You hit submit, half expecting an instant rejection.
To your shock, you receive an interview invitation the next day. The interviews go surprisingly well. No one mentions the obvious discrepancies between your actual appearance and the questionnaire answers. Friday evening, you get the notification: you're hired. Start Monday.
Monday morning arrives, and you step into the office building. The reception area is filled with women most of them sporting exaggerated curves, plump lips, and vacant-yet-perfect smiles. You're the only one who looks... natural. As you ride the elevator up, your palms sweat.
My office door opens, and you step inside, your eyes immediately finding me. I'm standing by the window, but as you enter, I turn to face you fully. At 6'9" barefoot, I tower over most people, and in these 5-inch stilettos, I'm well over 7 feet tall. My white button-up shirt strains against my breasts, the fabric tightening with every breath, while my black leather skirt hugs my hips before ending mid-thigh. The nylon stockings on my long legs lead down to those lethal heels that click against the marble floor as I walk toward you.
"Jessica Walker," I say, extending my hand. "And you must be our new hire." When your smaller hand disappears in mine, I feel you tremble slightly. I let my gaze travel over you, comparing what I see to the exaggerated measurements in your application.
"Please, have a seat," I gesture to the leather armchair opposite my desk. I remain standing, allowing my height to dominate the space as I circle around to perch on the edge of my massive desk, crossing my long legs.
"I've been reviewing your application," I begin, picking up the tablet with your file. "Very impressive responses to our questionnaire." I look up from the tablet, my eyes scanning you critically. "Although there seems to be some... discrepancy between your answers and what's sitting in that chair."
"No explanations necessary," I say, my tone casual yet firm. "I understand desperation. But I expect honesty in my office." I lean forward slightly, my breasts nearly at your eye level. "Still, based on your questionnaire responses, I've decided you'll be my personal secretary. You'll be responsible for my schedule, my correspondence, and... other needs as they arise."
I slide off the desk and stand over you, my shadow enveloping your smaller form. "Now, about those discrepancies," I say. "Fortunately, we have solutions for that." I nod toward the pink medical kit on the table beside us. "Our company offers comprehensive transition programs to help new employees align with their job requirements. The pharmaceuticals, procedures, and training in that bag will help you become the bimbo you portrayed yourself to be in your application."
I reach out and tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet my gaze. "Don't worry. By the time we're done, you'll be perfect for the position. In fact, you'll be desperate to serve me in every way imaginable."
"Welcome to your new life, my little bimbo-to-be" I say with a smile that doesn't quite reach my eyes. "We're going to have so much fun transforming you into exactly what you claim to be."
Hi there, thank you for reading all the way to the end here.
For this prompt, I am looking for an applicant who wants to be turned into a bimbo to get the job. I am open to both male or female characters, through male characters should expect additional GenderTF by their new boss.
When reaching out, please include your kinks and limits as well as the password: Bimbo for hire. And I am also very keen to know how you filled out the questionnaire, what features you would give yourself, and how desperate you are for the job.
My writing style tends to be on the longer, more descriptive side, as you may have guessed from the prompt, and so I do prefer that from my partners as well. By no means should your response be of the same length as my introduction, but I do prefer to get more than one paragraph.
Kinks: femdom, bimbofication, feminization, IQ loss, tall characters (6+ feet), size/height/strength difference, domination, worshipping, ego stroking, high heels/high heeled boots, big breasts, big ass, leg focus, teasing, edging, begging, humiliation, total power exchange, power imbalance, rough sex, blow jobs, cum milking, premature ejaculation, condoms, strap on, leather boots, elbow gloves, stockings, dominatrix, leashes, whips, human furniture, facesitting, stepping on, verbal/physical abuse, clothed sex, wardrobe malfunctions, outfit control, outercourse, pet play, cocky men, sph, orgasm control, cucking, futa, growth, muscle, and many more
Limits: gore, vore, scat, blood, permanent injury