The Bimbo Pill, Conclusion

The two women enjoyed themselves over the whole weekend, playing with and displaying their new toy. They took Billie Sue to clubs and bars, to restaurants and theaters, always with the goal of showing off her abundant charms, getting her more and more used to making a spectacle of herself and teaching her to get sexual arousal and pleasure from that exhibition.

On Monday morning it was time to return to work and display the new Bill Sillivan to his co-workers and employees. They went into the office very early that morning, well before anyone else would report, with Billie Sue covered up in a trench coat and hat, so that not even the security guards would know their secret.

Once in the office, Felicia and Portia left the bimbo to amuse herself in Bill's office, while they arranged a meeting by sending e-mails to all the right people--Bill's fellow executives, the other female staff members, and selected members of the industry press.

Two hours later, they greeted the visitors and led them into the conference room--the one with a sliding door that could be opened directly into Bill's office. Felicia began the pitch, describing the new drug, its many benefits--both medical and cosmetic, and then she took questions.

Most of those were about the drug and how it would be marketed. But then, one of the reporters--based at a local scandal sheet--piped up: "Portia, your e-mail promised a 'dramatic demonstration' of the drug's abilities. Where is it?"

"And where's Bill Sullivan?" chimed in one of the company executives. "I thought this was his baby."

The two women smiled conspiratorially. "We have the answer to both those questions as the finale to our conference," Portia replied. She pushed a button on the podium and the sliding doors opened behind her, revealing Bill's office.

There, lounging on the couch, was the sexiest vision many of the participants could recall seeing. She wore a leopard-print outfit--tiny panties, a bra and a robe that feel open to reveal her luscious breasts and long, smooth legs perched on black patent pumps. Her platinum blonde hair fell to her shoulders; her dark eyes smoldered with undisguised lust; her red lips were parted as she panted with the same arousal.

Despite the many changes, some of the assembly recognized her. "Bill?" asked the head of marketing. "Is that you?"

"Billie Sue," she breathed in answer. "Billie Sue Bimbo."

The women in the group, many of whom had been targets of Bill Sullivan's sexism, smiled; a few even laughed outright. The men shuffled nervously, even as their libidos responded to the sheer sex that the once-male executive seemed to radiate.

Billie Sue's eyes fell on everyone of those crotches, as she caressed her breasts and let her fingers stray to her own bulging panties. She licked the pre-come from her fingertips as she said:

"I'm terribly horny! Who wants to make Billie Sue happy?"

THE END