Mike wasn't complimenting the outfit I picked out.
We walked side-by-side back from dinner. We had eaten quietly together. I was still feeling weird since Mike came inside of me and locked me into this body.
"So you aren't taking my advice?"
"What? What advice? Oh, you mean to act like a fucking bimbo? Sorry. No thanks."
"I see. You'd rather hobble around with your shoulders down."
I punched Mike in the arm. "Hey, these heels are hard to walk in."
He shrugged. "Well, you chose them."
I tried to ignore his response. I had chosen them. They were the best option from the closet, and besides, they made my legs look great and made my butt stick out in absolutely the right way.
"Can you stop with the bimbo shit? Why would I act stupid? I don't want to be stupid."
"What idiot told you a bimbo was fucking stupid? Bimbos are the smartest women in the world!"
I bit my lip and shifted to one hip. "How is that?"
"A bimbo is simply a woman who accepts her beauty fully. A woman who basks in her body and enhances it!"
"But it's a stereotype, too. Everyone treats bimbos like they have nothing between their ears."
"Who is everyone? Jealous girls and guys who don't have a chance with them?"
I giggled in spite of myself. Mike was such an asshole. "You're bad."
"I'm honest. Bimbos get a bad rap. If anything - I think you should take the word back. Starting now. "
I licked my full lips and listened. I was starting to enjoy the feeling of my breasts bobbing in my bra as it desperately tried to contain them with each step down the sidewalk. It was sunny out in California and I was enjoying the stroll.
"Tell me how it feels to be a woman."
I sighed. "It's okay I guess." This conversation was bringing my attention back to my form. I suddenly felt anew the sensation of my thong cutting between my ass cheeks.
"Okay? Just okay? I don't fucking believe your answer. I want you to answer exactly like you think a bimbo would answer it. Remember what I said about bimbos?"
"A bimbo is a woman who accepts her beauty fully."
"Good. You are listening for once. Remember what I said. Fake it til you make it. Dig deep and find the proud woman within you that is loving this. Can you do that?"
I nodded and brushed my hair from my eyes.
"Well. . . I'm waiting. Tell me, Ms. Bimbo, how does it feel to be a woman?"
I could feel my nipples cutting into the pads of my bra. I could feel the strip of satin fabric of my thong running between my legs cupping my perfectly sculped pubic mound under my dress. I tried to ignore the new sensations - and that they were making me wet.
"I'm waiting. , , "
I don't know what came over me. Something in me couldn't stand Mike's questions or the way this conversation was turning me on. I couldn't stop acting like it wasn't a big deal. If anything the growing wetness in my panties told me it was a big deal. I lost it.
"It feels fucking incredible."
"Go on -" He couldn't even get these two words out. I was already on a roll.
"I love the feeling of my huge tits bouncing in my bra and the way I have to keep pulling my skirt down because it's riding up my tight, plump ass. I love stumbling around in my heels as I try to get a good footing on the pavement. It doesn't matter if my feet fucking hurt because all day men have been staring at me, and - to be quite honest - it sort of turns me on to know I'm so fucking sexy. When I got up at the restaurant to go to the restroom and had to stop myself in front of the men's and turn I felt a rush of excitement knowing that - unless I change back - I have to go into the door that says WOMEN for the rest of my life and sit down to pee."
By now, my panties were clinging to my pussy I was so turned on. But I kept going.
"After I finished, I wanted to stay a while and touch myself but I fought it and opened the stall door. I washed my hands and a stall opened behind me and a lady walked out and stood next to me. As I moisturized and made sure my make-up was perfect I could see her eyes pouring over my body in the mirror, jealously taking account of my curvy, voluptuous assets. I pulled my lipstick out to reapply it and she kept watching. I wanted to say, "That's right, bitch. I'm totally fucking hot. Do you have a problem with it? Because I sure don't!" I turned and flipped my hair and came back to the table where you had drinks waiting. I sat down and realized I had to cross my legs or the outline of my pussy in my panties would be exposed to the group of men sitting across from the restaurant. I, like, totally loved crossing my legs. It reminded me that because you came inside of me earlier, that my dick was gone, and that between my thighs a tight delicious pussy was waiting for the next time to be fucked."
Mike smiled and nodded.
I took a deep breath, "So does that answer your question?
"Yes. Yes it does. And do you feel more beautiful?"
I nodded. We walked quietly for a moment. I wondered if I had gone overboard in my answer, but something in me loved behind honest. I stood a little taller and pressed my tits out as we walked. A few guys walked passed and I could tell they were ogling me. They were kind of cute, so I stuck my tits out more and smiled. But Mike was quiet. Too quiet. We strolled a little while longer before he spoke.
"So. Tomorrow I was thinking we could lay by the pool? Are you interested."
I looked at Mike and raised one of my sculpted eyebrows. "But I'd need a bathing suit."
"Well, I guess you'd have to get one before you come over."
My mind spun thinking of my body in a bikini. I blushed. Would I really go to the store and buy one? I bet I could find a sexy one if I tried.
"Well, are you coming?"
