Sunday evening in the quiet suburbs of Willow Springs, a group of moms gathered for their bi-weekly book club. They’d been meeting for a little over three years now, an escape from the monotony of their daily lives.

The atmosphere was relaxed as they settled into their usual spots—gossiping about the usual: their kid’s accomplishments, PTA meetings, and the latest small-town drama. This week was Julie’s turn to choose the book, and her choice took everyone by surprise.

When Julie revealed the title: “Unleashing your Inner Bimbo”—the room went silent. The group of moms all exchanged confused looks. It was clear this book was gonna shake things up.

Julie had always been the adventurous one in the group, never shying away from trying new things. Whether it was an exotic new cuisine or a spontaneous road trip, she had a way of bringing excitement into their otherwise predictable lives.

Wendy, on the other hand, preferred sticking to the things she knew. She valued routine and predictability. While she admired Julie's fearless energy, Wendy was perfectly content with the quiet comfort of her familiar suburban life.

Julie smiled as she held up the book. “I know what you’re thinking, but I thought it’d be super fun.”

Wendy rolled her eyes. “I’m not reading this garbage. Pick something else.”

“It’s not fair, you always get to choose!” Julie complained. “I didn’t complain about all your boring romance books.”

“Yes, you did!”

“Okay, yeah—but we still read them. I know it’s a little silly, but isn’t, like, the whole point of this to try new things or whatever?”

Wendy folded her arms across her chest in disapproval. Something seemed off about Julie.

“I think it looks interesting,” Lisa added.

Sara, as usual, stayed quiet.

Wendy shrugged. “I don’t see how reading about ‘bimbos’ is supposed to broaden our minds.”

“Just try it,” Julie urged.

It was a simple suggestion, but for some reason, it stuck with her. Wendy looked down at the book, her fingers tracing against the edge of the glossy, pink cover.

“Come on,” Julie giggled, an unfamiliar sound. “It’ll be fun!”

As the group settled back into their seats, they all agreed on one thing: this week’s book discussion would be anything but ordinary.

***

When Wendy returned home, she found her husband, Dan, on the couch watching TV.

"Check this out," Wendy said, holding up the book.

Her husband looked up. "What's that?"

"It’s what Julie picked for our book club,” Wendy replied, clearly annoyed. She handed him the book.

Dan read the title aloud, an amused smile crossing his face. “Unleashing Your Inner Bimbo?”

"She thinks it'll be 'fun'.”

Her husband chuckled, flipping through the pages. "Count me in for the next meeting."

Wendy scoffed. “Seriously, Dan?”

"I’m kidding. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with having a bit of fun now and then. Remember what the couple’s therapist said? You don’t always have to be so serious about everything.”

Wendy rolled her eyes. "You’re such a dick.”

“What’d I do?”

She stormed off to their bedroom and grabbed her phone to call Sara. She needed someone to vent to.

“Julie’s always trying to turn us into some “Sex in the City” squad,” Wendy complained. “We’re a bunch of suburban moms for crying out loud. I’m so over her attitude. She’s been acting so weird lately, it’s getting really annoying. And what was with that big, oversized sweater she was wearing? She looked ridiculous.”

“It’s just a book,” Sara said..

“It’s not just a book. It’s trashy. We’re not a bunch of teenagers. She needs to grow up.”

As Wendy walked past her daughter’s bedroom, she felt her frustration rise. She thought about the kind of world she wanted her to grow up in—one where women could do anything they wanted. One where they were celebrated for their intellect and accomplishments, not their sexuality.

That trashy book seemed to promote the exact opposite message.

***

Chapter One: The Call of the Bimbo

Wendy couldn’t shake the lingering curiosity ever since she first laid eyes on the book’s glossy pink cover. As she settled onto the couch, the weight of the book in her hands felt heavier than she’d expected.

She cracked open the book and scanned through the first few pages.

Embracing your inner bimbo is the ultimate form of empowerment.

Bimbos are the real feminists. There’s nothing more feminine than a bimbo.

The patriarchy doesn’t want women to feel pleasure.

Fight the patriarchy by embracing your inner bimbo.

Use your curves and sexuality to teach men how to respect women.

Show them what women are capable of.

Embrace your inner bimbo.

Wendy sighed. This wasn’t empowerment, it was sexism disguised as self-help. The author’s insistence on embracing one’s inner “bimbo” was demeaning and patronizing, as if a woman’s worth could be reduced to her appearance. By the time she reached the end of the chapter, Wendy was simmering with rage. This idiotic book was an insult to everything feminists had worked so hard to achieve.

She slammed the book shut, its pink cover mocking her, and tossed it into the trash where it belonged. She couldn’t understand why Julie would ever think such misogynistic nonsense was a good idea for their book club.

The next day, Wendy’s irritation lingered, her mood sour. She couldn’t stop thinking about that book.

For lunch, she met with Sara at their favorite café, hoping that might calm her down.

“I just don’t get why Julie would recommend something like this,” Wendy mused.

Sara shrugged. “I don’t think it’s a big deal. It’s obviously satire.”

“…really? What makes you think that?”

“I looked into it. Turns out it’s written by this pretty well-known feminist author. It’s supposed to be a critique on how society views women. Honestly, it’s actually kind of interesting. You know what they say: don’t judge a book by its cover.”

Wendy thought about it. Had she somehow completely missed the mark? Maybe it really wasn’t a trashy self-help book aimed at vapid airheads but instead a scathing feminist critique on society.

She grabbed the book out of the trash and decided to give it another chance.

***

*Chapter Two: Hidden Bimbo Desires / Chapter Three: Bimbo Basics*

Wendy laid in bed and started the next chapter, *Hidden Bimbo Desires.*

*Deep down all women secretly desire to be a bimbo.

Society tells you to suppress these urges,

But that only leads to conflict and turmoil.

Women are only truly happy once they learn to embrace their inner bimbo.

Allow yourself to find true happiness.

Embrace your inner bimbo.*

Wendy couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity of it. She couldn’t believe she’d actually thought this book was serious. Of course women didn’t secretly desire to be a bimbo. It seemed so ridiculous in retrospect.

But did Julie realize it was satire?

“What’re you reading?” Dan asked. “That book again?”

“Yeah. It’s satire.”

“Obviously,” Dan smugly replied.

Wendy rolled her eyes. “Don’t pretend like you knew.”

She turned to chapter three, *Bimbo Basics.*

*Bimbos are basic. Bimbos are simple.

Bimbos are ditzy. Bimbos are sexy.

Bimbos are happy. Bimbos are horny.

Bimbos love makeup. Bimbos love shopping.

Bimbos love to look good.

Bimbos use their bodies to get what they want.

Feel the pleasure of being a bimbo.*

Wendy looked over at her sleeping husband. It’d been over a month since the last time they made love.

“You awake?”

Dan grunted. She reached over and rubbed his leg, inching her hand closer to his crotch.

“Mmm, Tired,” he mumbled.

“I bet I can wake you up.”

“Not tonight.”

Wendy sighed. Usually her husband was the one bugging her for late-night sex, not the other way around. But tonight, she was feeling particularly aroused. All the sex talk in that dumb bimbo book had really gotten her worked up.

It’d been years since the last time she masturbated. Wendy came three times that night.

***

*Chapter Four: Bimbo Beauty Secrets*

During breakfast, Wendy read another chapter. Though the book was clearly satire, she had to admit, there was a lot of good advice sprinkled throughout.

*Bimbos are beautiful.

Bimbos wear outfits that attract attention.

Bimbos wear clothes that show off their curves.

A bimbo’s makeup is always perfect.

Makeup isn’t about hiding your flaws,

It’s about celebrating your beauty.

Unleash your inner bimbo.

For Wendy, makeup was only for special occasions. On most days, her face was plain. She preferred a natural look. But as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, Wendy wondered: why not? It wasn’t a lot—a dash of mascara, a bit of blush—but as she looked at herself, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

She looked good.

Lately, work had become a constant struggle. All because of her misogynistic new boss: Mr. Williams. Everything was fine until he showed up. The guy was a sexist pig, and he didn’t even bother to hide it. Despite dressing conservatively, Wendy would still catch him staring inappropriately.

Over the past few months, Mr. Williams had been gradually replacing the office with his own handpicked hires. It was infuriating to watch her talented, experienced colleagues being swapped out for ass-kissing ‘yes men’ and women whose only qualifications were being young and attractive. She couldn’t help but feel that it was only a matter of time before she was next.

Then there was Mandy, his ditzy bimbo secretary. She always wore the most ridiculously skimpy outfits, like a secretary from a porno. Everyone knew she was sleeping with the boss, always leaving his office with messy hair and smudged makeup. It was obvious she hadn’t been hired for her secretarial skills. She didn’t even know how to use the photocopier. Did she not have any shame? How could someone act like that and not feel embarrassed?

Wendy was exhausted. The constant arguments with Mr. Williams were really starting to wear her out. But she couldn’t afford to quit—and her job search had been a dead end so far. Still, she couldn’t imagine putting up with all this for very much longer.

Something needed to change.

***

*Chapter Five: The Power of Femininity*

After work, Wendy curled up on the couch with a cup of tea and the book. The pink cover stared back at her, its glossy surface reflecting the light from the living room lamp.

With a rush of excitement, she settled into the cushions and began the next chapter. Images of curvy bimbos flashed through her mind. Her eyes were drawn to certain passages, reading them again and again.

Bimbos are strong and empowered.

Bimbos embrace femininity. Celebrate your curves.

Feminism has been corrupted by prudes who don’t know how to have fun.

Beauty is so much more important than brains.

A woman’s curvy body is her strongest asset.

Dress to impress.

Show off your big bimbo boobs.

Be proud of your big bubble butt.

Show them what it means to be a bimbo.

Wendy stared at the last sentence, feeling a strange energy hidden between the words.

Show them what it means to be a bimbo.

be a bimbo…

be a bimbo…

be a bimbo…

She’d always dressed modestly, believing that women who flaunted their curves were never taken seriously. Men didn’t respect them, reducing them to sexual playthings who existed only for their pleasure.

But what if she’d gotten it all wrong? Maybe feminism was really about embracing your beauty and showing off your feminine curves? Maybe that was what had been holding her back at work, trying too hard to be one of the men.

Perhaps it was time to embrace her femininity.

***

Chapter Six: Bimbos in the Bedroom

The bedroom is the bimbo’s domain.

A bimbo loves pleasure.

A bimbo loves to please.

Bimbos love to turn men on.

Bimbos love to get men off.

Bimbos are selfless.

Bimbos give more than they receive.

Bimbos are good girls.

Bimbos love to suck cock.

A man’s pleasure should be your top priority.

A healthy sex life is the most important part of a relationship.

A healthy sex life is the most important part of a friendship.

Sex is the most important part of life.

Feel the overwhelming pleasure of being a bimbo.

Wendy closed her eyes and felt a rush of arousal. She thought about her own sex life. During the early years of their marriage, they used to make love once or twice a week. Now, it was more like once a month, and even then it usually felt like a chore. Something she did out of duty rather than enjoyment. But now, filled with arousal, she headed into the bedroom to find her husband.

She wasn’t going to let him fall asleep this time.

Dan was in bed reading a book of his own—something about submarines or whatever. She bit her lip as she sauntered towards him, her eyes locked on his crotch.

“Why don’t you put that book away,” Wendy purred.

“What’s that?” Dan asked, not looking up.

Wendy crawled onto the bed. “I said…put the book down.”

“Not tonight. I’m tired.”

Wendy reached out and started rubbing his crotch. She felt him grow hard from her touch. “Just lay down and relax. I’ll take care of you.”

A puzzled expression filled Dan’s face. “Alright…”

Wendy took her shirt off and tossed it across the room.

“…I thought you don’t like taking your shirt off anymore,” Dan said, staring at her breasts.

“Dan…”

“Sorry. I’ll be quiet.”

Wendy was irritated by his comment, but as glanced back down, the sight of his big bulge sent a new rush of arousal through her. She needed his cock. She slowly pulled his pajama pants down, freeing his erection. She licked her lips in anticipation.

It’d been years since she’d last given a blowjob. It wasn’t something she’d ever enjoyed, only reserved for special occasions. But now, the idea of it gave her a strange sense of excitement.

She began stroking his cock, admiring the way it looked in her hand. It felt incredible. She looked and saw her husband’s surprised expression.

“Mmm, look how big you are for me,” Wendy purred. Sure, he was average at best, but the words had spilled out without thinking.

“How about you take that bra off?” Dan hesitantly asked.

Wendy frowned, ready to remind him her breasts weren’t for his amusement. But another thought quickly took over.

*Celebrate your curves.

Show off your big bimbo boobs.*

Overcome with arousal, she unhooked her bra, letting her breasts fall free. She’d always found it annoying when Dan clumsily pawed at them like she was some kind of cow. It was partly why she had started keeping her shirt on.

But now, she couldn’t ignore the thrill she felt as her husband hungrily stared at her breasts. It turned her on. Her gaze was fixed on his cock, mesmerized by the sight of her hand sliding up and down. Too focused to think about the flood of new thoughts entering her mind.

She lowered her head and wrapped her lips around his cock, gently licking the tip.

“…Oh wow,” Dan muttered.

It had an oddly pleasant taste, a sort of manly musk. Feeling it press against her cheek was also enjoyable. There was something strangely…exciting…about having a cock in her mouth. She sucked and slurped, becoming horny from the look of enjoyment on her husband’s face. She was so turned on, that she started rubbing between her own thighs.

“I’m gonna cum,” grunted Dan.

It didn’t matter how turned on she was, Wendy would never let him cum inside her mouth. She finished with her hand, smiling at the eruption of cum, his warm seed covering her fingers. As his erection began to shrink, she felt her mind break free from her trance. All at once her thoughts came rushing back. She furrowed her brow in confusion. It was like she’d been hypnotized by her husband’s cock.

But she couldn’t deny, the feeling was incredible.

She went to the bathroom to clean up and wondered what had just happened. Her first thought was of that stupid book. Had she really gotten turned on from reading that garbage? Her brain might’ve known it was satire, but her body obviously didn’t.

When Wendy returned, her husband was already fast asleep.

She sighed. It looked like it was going to be another night of pleasuring herself.

***

*Chapter Seven: Bimbo Business*

Wendy read another chapter over breakfast. She was so absorbed in the pages that she didn’t notice her coffee grow cold. It was the perfect advice to read before work, full of tips women could use to get ahead in their career.

Though she obviously wasn’t a bimbo, the feminist author had included all sorts of useful advice. The hard part was figuring out which tips were satire, and which ones were actually helpful.

A woman’s curves were a powerful asset, and Wendy realized she’d been ignoring hers for far too long. She ditched her usual power suit for a colorful skirt and a V-neck top that revealed just a hint of cleavage. The clothes were from many years ago, back when she was just starting her career. But she quickly realized that outfits like those attracted the wrong kind of attention from men.

Wearing a skirt to work isn’t a big deal. Plenty of women in the office do, Wendy reassured herself. Maybe this is what I’ve been missing. The reason I keep getting passed over for the promotions I deserved.

Wendy examined herself in the mirror. The clothes were a lot tighter than they used to be, and strangely, even her bra felt too tight. She really needed to go on a diet. Still, she had to admit—it looked pretty good on her.

Dan had already left to take their daughter to school, so Wendy took the opportunity to pleasure herself once more before heading to work. For some reason, seeing her reflection in the mirror had turned her on.

As Wendy made her way through the office, she felt self-conscious from all the stares and whispers. She held her head up high, trying her best not to seem nervous. That morning, her office was busier than ever, with a steady stream of people stopping by. It felt strange, and a little overwhelming, suddenly being the center of attention for the first time.

Wendy had always looked down on Mr. Williams’ secretary, Mandy, for wearing skimpy outfits around the office. But now, for the first time, she could see the appeal—though Mandy’s clothes were still far too revealing. Still, she couldn’t ignore the thrill of being admired. It made her feel important.

When Mr. Williams walked into her office, Wendy’s excitement quickly faded. She hadn’t thought about how dressing up would attraction the attention of that sexist pig. His eyes swept over her body, lingering with a hunger that made her skin crawl.

“Looking good, Wendy. That skirt really shows off your legs.”

“…I don’t really think that’s an appropriate comment for the workplace,” Wendy replied.

Mr. Williams scowled as he turned to leave. “It’s just a compliment. No need to be so uptight.”

Afterwards, Wendy tried to focus on her work, but she couldn’t stop thinking about what she said. Was snapping at him really necessary? Sure, he was a sexist jerk, but she’d enjoyed the compliments from her coworkers. So why had she been so rude to her boss?

She remembered a passage from the chapter that morning, Bimbo Business.

Your boss is your leader, your superior.

Always show him the upmost respect.

Pleasing him is your job.

Do whatever it takes to keep him satisfied.

Keeping your boss happy is your number one priority at work.

Wendy suddenly felt awful about her stuck-up attitude and decided to go apologize. She made her way to his office and knocked on the door.

Mr. Williams looked up from his monitor. “Yes?”

“It’s me.”

“Ah, Wendy. Don’t worry, I won’t be complimenting you again.”

Wendy's heart raced with embarrassment as she was hit by a sudden wave of dizziness. “I’m really sorry…sir. You’re right... I shouldn't have been so rude.”

Mr. Williams raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I'm surprised to hear you admit that.”

An unexpected surge of arousal washed over her. “It’s important that we have a good…relationship. I wanna do whatever it takes to keep you…satisfied.” The words had just slipped out of her. She wasn’t sure where they came from.

"Is that so?"

Another surge of arousal as more words continued to tumble out. “Yes, sir. Anything you need from me… just ask,” she replied, in a breathy voice.

“I see,” he said, his gaze sweeping over her body and pausing on her chest. “I like the new outfit.”

“Thank you, sir…I’m glad,” Wendy submissively replied. For some strange reason, his approval felt…incredible.

“I never realized you had such a hot body under all those boring clothes.”

The comment snapped Wendy out of her daze. “…What?”

Mr. Williams smiled smugly. “I like this new attitude. You have a lot of potential. Keep it up.”

“…Oh…I, uh, …thanks? I guess...” she said, quickly leaving his office.

Her mind was a swirl of confusion. What happened? Why did she say those things? And why was she getting so turned on? She knew his comments were inappropriate, but for some reason her body seemed to really enjoy them.

Besides, he was her boss—her superior—it was her job to please, wasn’t it? She couldn’t allow herself to be disrespectful just because of a few sexist comments. He meant it as a compliment, saying she had a nice body.

What’s the harm in that?

***

After work, Wendy went to her daughter’s school for the weekly PTA meeting. As she walked through the parking lot, she noticed Julie’s minivan. The engine was still running.

Wendy approached the vehicle, but as she drew closer, her heart sank.

There was Julie, sitting inside with one of the teachers. But she looked…different. She was wearing a skimpy outfit she’d never seen her wear before. Wendy wondered if she was wearing some kind of a push-up bra. Her boobs looked much bigger than they usually did.

She had on a short miniskirt, one that barely even covered her butt

.…Since when did Julie have such a big butt? Wendy wondered

Her fingers sported long fiery-red acrylic nails, and her makeup was flawless. But most shocking of all: Julie was giving the teacher a hand job, staring vapidly as her hand slid up and down. Wendy knocked on the window, and Julie glanced over with a vapid smile.

She looked drunk. The teacher quickly tried covering himself, but Julie kept going. He pushed her hand away, but she just giggled, reaching for his cock over and over again.

“JULIE!” Wendy yelled, knocking louder.

The passenger door sprang open, and the teacher fumbled with his pants, pulling them up, and running off.

“Ugh,” Julie groaned. “Hold on!”

Wendy stood there, arms crossed, with the look of a disapproving mother. She watched as Julie stepped out, nearly stumbling over in her tall five-inch heels.

She must be drunk. Julie had mentioned that ever since the divorce she’d sometimes drink a whole bottle of wine to herself.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Whatdya mean?” Julie asked.

Wendy looked around nervously. “Come on, we can’t let anyone see you like this. Follow me.”

“Okay…”

Julie looked like a baby deer walking for the first time in her heels, clumsily stumbling with each step. Wendy held onto her arm for stability, trying to move as quickly as possible back to her SUV.

“What is wrong with you?” Wendy asked, once they were finally in the car.

“I dunno...”

“I know you’re single now, so what you do is your business. But seriously, in the school parking lot? What if someone else saw you. You could get in serious trouble.”

“It’s not a big deal,” Julie shrugged.

Wendy rolled her eyes. “Jeez, Julie. Save it for the bedroom. How much wine have you had to drink?”

“Wine?”

Wendy sighed. “I know things have been tough with the divorce and all. I’m sure it can’t be easy. But you can’t be doing stuff like this.

“I want another husband,” Julie whined. “I need someone to take care of me…I’m soooo horny lately…”

Wendy grimaced. “Jeez, Julie…”

After driving home, Wendy helped Julie inside, making sure the coast was clear of any nosy neighbors. They chatted for a while, doing her best to try and cheer her friend up.

After an hour, she checked her watch.

“I have to go pick Charlotte up,” Wendy said. “Just…stay here. Make yourself at home. I’ll be back soon. Don’t leave.”

A sense of unease crept over Wendy as she walked to her car. Should she really be leaving Julie alone?

“It’ll be fine,” Wendy assured herself.

What could go wrong?