I haven't seen my roommate in weeks.

 

It's not extremely uncommon for us to go a few days without seeing each other, she works nights and I work days, but it's been upwards of two weeks without so much as a glance of her.  Every day when I come home from work her door is closed, and it stays that way for at least as long as I'm awake.  Maybe she peeks out after I'm asleep, I am an early riser and therefore also an early sleeper; but I'd have no way of knowing.  Even then, she should be leaving while I'm still awake to go to her job.

 

If it weren't for the dishes in the sink that I didn't use or the lights being left on when I wake up in the mornings, I'd be worried.  As it is, I'm just a mix of irked and confused.

 

I start the night off like most others: I cook up something simple but healthy, scroll through Twitter for a half-hour or so while I eat, and then take a little bit of time to stretch out on the couch and read.  Around eight o'clock I head into my bedroom and wake my computer.  I pick at my lip with my thumb and forefinger as I look over the project management board a smattering of us have put together for an open source project I've been working on.  I spend ten or fifteen minutes reading through task comments and reviewing a particularly bad request to merge in code before I start to do my own coding.  It's nothing mind blowing, just a logical language parsing module for a new set of features we're adding on, but it gives me a chance to think through some design decisions and try some new things out.

 

The doorbell rings; there's only one person it can be.  The third sign that Hayley is alive and active in all their punkish glory.  Her partner Vera has arrived for one of their late night trysts.

 

"Hey Rachel," they say as I open the door.  They're a little taller than me at five-seven, although the platform in their boots probably boosts them to about five-nine.  They've got a heather-black shirt with a winking skull french-tucked into dark-blue skinny jeans.  Draped over their broad shoulders is their navy-blue leather jacket, clashing horrendously with the rest of the ensemble.  Two-toned hair falls around their ears, almost reaching the spiked collar at their neck.  They point two fingers into the apartment behind me; one nail black, the other red.

 

"I'm here to see Hayley."  They begin stepping past me before I can invite them in.  There's always been a cool presumptuousness to Vera, an ability for them to ease their way through any situation and past any barrier.  I’ll admit I'm a little envious of that.  They walk the ten feet to her door and pause, turning to look at me.

 

"Sorry I almost forgot to ask. How are things going with you?"

 

"Fine."  I let the door close.  "Work is work, everything else is going along alright."  I pause, weighing whether to say anything.  I don’t want to be a complainer but…  "Although could you ask Hayley to put her dishes and the dishwasher and turn out the lights before she goes to bed?  I'd do it myself, but I haven't seen her in a few days."

 

"Oh is she leaving a mess for you?" They chuckle, lips curling into a grin, "She can be such an air-bubble-headed bimbo at times."

 

I feel my eyes flutter closed despite my every effort.  My breathing slows down as my mind empties out.  Distantly I hear a door open and then Vera's soft voice.

 

"Alright, let's go."

 

"Okey-dokey."  The words push past my lips in a syrup-sweet voice.  My hooded eyes open just enough to follow Vera.  There's a spring in my step as I enter Hayley's room, energetic and carefree.

 

Haylee's room is mostly empty.  The only furniture in it is a cheap bed strangled by pink sheets and a floor length mirror leaning against a blank wall.  Vera pulls something out of their pocket, a familiar-looking piece of pink topaz dangling from a metal chain.  My eyes instinctively lock on to it, watching it spin slightly as they hold it up between us.

 

"I bet it's starting to feel uncomfortable wearing Rachel's clothes," Vera says, their eyes watching me closely, "Let's get you changed into something more your style."

 

"Ohmygod," I blurt out, looking down at the drab outfit I was wearing, "Flannel shirt and slacks? Ewww!"

 

Vera is right, these clothes are not only ugly but also horrendously uncomfortable.  My skin itches beneath them.  I begin wriggling out of the unflattering clothing, only unbuttoning the top button of the shirt before pulling it over my head.  I kick off the slacks with equal fervor, the pant-legs turning inside-out as they peel off.  I sneer in disgust as I see the underwear I was wearing for some reason: utilitarian, cheap, grey cotton from Walmart with a bra to match. 

 

"Wow you're really taking to this, huh?"  Vera grins and gives their head a little shake, "I guess we don't even need this anymore."

 

They hold the topaz up between us again.  My eyes fixate on it and my hands drift to my sides.  I feel a flash of heat streak down through my cunt, my breathing getting heavier.  My mind is drinking in the pink of the gemstone as it spins in front of me.  Swimming in it.  Drowning in it. 

 

 I love that color so much.

 

"That easy now?"  They pull the gemstone up its silver chain and back into their hand.  "You can stare at the pretty crystal when you're done undressing."

 

I pout as the topaz disappears and quickly discard the ugly panties and bra.  I turn back towards Vera and find them throwing open the closet door.  I twirl a hand through my hair as I expectantly watch the door fling open.  Inside are a treasure trove of pink dresses, shirts, bras, panties, socks, stockings, and all sorts of cute clothing. 

 

"Alright sweetheart, pick out what you want to wear tonight."

 

A short squee leaves my lips as I rush towards the closet.  I rummage through the clothing, every piece my favorite when it's in my hand.  Vera chuckles behind me, their voice a million miles away as I swim through this sea of pink.

 

"Imagine if Hayley knew you thought she loved pink this much.  Or that she was a bimbo.  She’d be furious.”  Another chuckle rolls through the room.  “Don't worry though, I won't tell her."

 

I step back out of the closet with my prizes, a giddy smile lifting up my cheeks.  I run over to the mirror with them, carefully putting all but the underwear on the floor.  Vera floats just a few feet behind me.

 

"I didn't used to think you liked me.  And that's okay, I have that effect on some people.  I'm used to it.  But Hayley wasn't even gone a week before you called me over."

 

I pull the pink satin thong up my legs and wiggle it into place around my hips.  I moan as I feel it's softness sliding between my legs and up my ass crack.  The room feels warmer all of a sudden as I look at myself in the mirror.  I look so beautiful, so much cuter than I was moments before.  I shiver as I slide finger over the smooth, shiny fabric.  Pink makes me sink.

 

"I thought it was just you trying to be friendly since Hayley left for LA.  Or that maybe you missed her a bit too and wanted to talk about it.  Instead you were blitzed on a half-bottle of prosseco.  You tried to kiss me as soon as I stepped inside."

 

I whine as I try to get the bra clasps closed behind me.  Vera laughs as they help me latch them.  I snuggle the metallic pink undergarment up under my boobs, adjusting it until they look perfectly perky.  I look back into the mirror, drooling over my own reflection.  Fuck I'm hot.  And with all this pink I don't need to think.

 

"And then you spilled the whole thing.  You were so worried that you weren't pretty, and that you'd never be as pretty as Hayley.  And that you had a huge crush on me but didn't want to say anything because you didn't want to upset your roommate."

 

I hoist the dress up over my head.  It has the cutest little white polka-dots spaced evenly across its pink background.  I feel my brain switch off as Vera zips up the back, plunging me into a world of bubbly feelings.  Everything I think is now pink.

 

"You do need to pick a different bimbo name though before she comes to visit," Vera says as they spin me around, "She'd be weirded out if you were using her name while we played with you.  Maybe even offended."

 

Their hand moves up in front of my face.  I excitedly searched for the pretty gem on the chain, but only see the tube of lipstick Vera is popping the cap off of.  I brighten up again as I see the hot pink color slide out of the tube.  They gently adjust my head as they touch it to my lips.  I hold as still as I can as they apply it.  I turn to the mirror when they’re done, clapping my hands to my blushing cheeks as I let out a giggle.  It's my kink to wear all pink.

 

"Hold on, didn't quite get all of that cupid's arch," they murmur as they spin me back around.  I comply easily, letting them turn and pose my body however they need.  A careful dab of the color later and they turn me back towards the mirror.  I look perfect.  I love how I look.  I love pink.

 

"Look at how pretty you are Hayley," Vera coos in my ear.  I snuggle my head towards their cheek, "All you needed was a little help from me to see it."

 

"So pretty," I moan as my hands run along my body.  I lean against Vera as a sweet, tingling feeling emanates from all the pretty clothing I'm wearing.  Phantom kisses buzz on my lips through the pink lipstick.  I'm tickled pink when I sink.

 

"Really though, have you thought of a new name?  A good, pretty bimbo name?"  Their voice is half-serious, half-taunting.  One of my hands drifts across my breast as my eyes flutter at them.

 

"I can't think in all this pink," I babble out.  It's true.  My whole body can feel the good vibes radiating out from the clothing and lipstick, washing away all my other thoughts.  I smile at Vera, "My thoughts are swimming in pink ink."

 

"I guess we do need this," they say as a hand pulls out the pendulum.  I follow the sparkly, pretty, pink crystal as it spins and swings in front of me.

 

"Seeing pink makes me sink," I murmur as it swings back and forth.

 

"Rachel, can you hear me?"

 

"Mmmm... yes..." I sigh.

 

"Over the next few days, in the back of your mind, you're going to think up some good bimbo names for your alter-ego.  Okay?"

 

"Okay," I nod dreamily.

 

"And Hayley, are you listening?"

 

"Like totally."  My voice pitches up slightly.

 

"It's been fun being Hayley, hasn't it?"

 

"Yeah"

 

"But you'll need to be someone else soon.  Someone who loves pink even more."

 

"I love pink the most," I say defensively, "Everything I think is pink."

 

"That's right, you do.  But that's because you're not really Hayley.  You're an even dumber bimbo who likes pink even more.  And the next time we do this, you're going to have another name.  A better name.  A pinker name."

 

"Totally," I giggle, my head nodding slightly, "I love pink."

 

"That's right.  And next time it'll be so easy to remember your new bimbo name, because you'll have chosen it to be the pinkest name there is."

 

"Yessss..." I let out a deep sigh of pleasure, "Even my name is pretty pink."

 

My eyes watch as the topaz sails away into Vera's pocket.  I giggle as I blink, I must have spaced out.  I twirl my hair as I stare at Vera.

 

"So what do you want to do tonight Hayley?" They ask as they begin to disrobe.

 

"Oh like I dunno," I reply, rolling my eyes to the left in mock-indecision, "I guess we could, like, fuck or something."

 

"Oh yeah?" Their shirt is halfway over their head, "I guess we could.  Does pink push you to the brink?"

 

The gentle pulsing warmth flowing from the pink items on me surges into hot-pink lust.  My thighs clench, my breathing rapidly increases.  I claw at Vera's waist to pull them towards me, lips poised upward to urge on their kiss.  Our mouths meet, our hands wander over each other; mine over Vera's nakedness, theirs over my pretty pink dress.  I pull back, gasping.

 

"Should we like close the door?" I breathily spit out in valley-girl inflection, "I don't want to, like, wake Rachel up."

 

Vera just chuckles as I cock my head.

 

"No, like, seriously." I pout as I grind up against them, "I think she might be, like, mad at me.  She's been totally ignoring me for the last week."

 

Vera chuckles again as they pull me into another kiss.  They grasp me around my waist and we do a silly little waltz over to the door and close it.  My fears relieved, I drag them over to the bed. 

 

Vera plays with me like the pretty, pink bimbo I am.  Emptying my mind with wave after wave of pure pink pleasure.  Their finger teases me through the satin panties knowing that keeping the beautiful pink against my body, rubbing it gently against my slit, will spark more euphoria than removing them.  I'm a slut for pink; every brush of the sensuous fabric at Vera's urging hands trills through my nerves.  I moan and writhe across the bed like the pastel whore I am, existing only in ripples of entranced pleasure.  The world is pink ecstasy and Vera's panted words in my ear the divine voice of a colorful deity.

 

"You're getting so close," their voice whispers in my ear between kisses up my neck, "The pink pushing you right to the brink, just waiting on my command to cum."

 

Sweat-drenched satin clings to my every curve and drives me wild.  Every inch of pink-colored skin jitters with joy.  My hips buck expectantly against the voice that taught me to be beautiful.  The needy whine bubbling in my throat is the bimbo's creed.  I'm a dumb pink bimbo who needs to be fucked.  A dumb pink bimbo who needs to be fucked in pink.  I love pink.  I fuck in pink.  The world is pink.  Pleasure is pink.  Pink is my kink and makes me not think and pushes me to the brink in a blink while I sink in pink ink and-

 

"Feel all that pink surge up into your bimbo brain," Vera commands.  A ball of pleasure throbs at the front of my head.  I can't think of anything but my favorite color and how sexy it is.  "And then it explodes into a beautiful pink nova as you cum."

 

Pink moans fly out of my mouth as my back arches high into the air.  The pleasure floods back through my body as my mind blanks in a sea of pink.  I can't think and that's good.  I can't think because I'm a pink bimbo.  My absent eyes gaze lovingly at Vera and I giggle.

 

"Good girl."  Their praise licks me between my legs.  "And all that pink makes you sink again, sink deeper into pink ink.  Becoming prettier.  Becoming hornier.  Becoming a better bimbo."

 

I grin as the pink words fill my head; as my thighs clench and my arousal skyrockets.  

 

By the end of night, my brain is a brilliant smooth pink.