“The Amazing Caroline, Mistress of Mesmerism, Jeweler of the Mind?” Andie laughed, looking at the whiteboard detailing acts and events for the weekend. “Sounds kinda weird.”

“Come on, I think it sounds hot,” Diane retorted, looking back at her girlfriend. “Plus you never shut up about your hypnofetish. We should go check her show out.”

“I don’t know Di, most stage hypnosis is terribly boring. I don’t want to be disappointed again. Precisely because I have a hypnofetish.”

“Come on, you can give it a chance. Besides,” Diane said, leaning in close to her lover and whispering into her ear, “I’ve seen Mistress Caroline, and she’s hot. And I know your type pretty well, and she’s super your type. Maybe we can talk to her after the show… Get in on some groupie action.”

“Oh alright darling, whatever you say. I mean I’m supposed to be your sub, let’s go. What could go wrong?”

One month later…

"Are you ready to go bye-bye for Goddess, Andie?"

"Yes... yes Goddess... I need this soo much Goddess...", Andie whimpered, looking up at her corruptor. Caroline's naked body towered over the bathtub, as she lifted her thick legs over the rim, and stepped into the water, one foot sliding between the trembling Andie's thighs, her big toe idly toying with the poor trans girl’s anus.

"Tell me, toy, where is the need in your body?"

"It's in my chest Goddess… and in my forehead..."

"Does it pull, toy?"

"Yes.. It pulls and aches Goddess... I need this soo much”, she whined, her obscenely thick, injection-inflated lips trembling and pouting as she took in the view of Caroline’s sensual body.

"Does it throb and flutter, toy?"

"Yes Goddess it is throbbing so bad… and fluttering… I need this soo much... I need to be your degraded toy… Please make Andie go bye-bye… Please, Goddess, please please..."

Caroline smiled her smug, playful smile, and beckoned Andie with a finger toward her crotch. "Come, little girl, let Goddess rinse that silly fake personality from your bimbo brain." As she pulled her labia open, Andie slowly rose to a sitting position, her eyes transfixed, forehead rising to touch and tightly squeeze into Caroline's hot, dripping pussy, her nose wedging between the lips...

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah... Goddess… pleeeeeeease!" she keened and whimpered as Caroline grabbed her long, bleached blonde hair and slowly rode her head... and then she let loose. As the hot urine started streaming down Andie's face, dribbling into her open mouth, down her chin and neck, down her breasts and into the tub of water, the girl's keening and begging faded, replaced with a contented, high pitched moaning and giggling.

"There, all better, isn't it", Caroline cooed, gently removing her plaything's head from her crotch, and looking down at its wide, empty eyes. "Play in my pee for a bit, Bimbi", she said, petting the toy's head and sitting down on the rim of the tub, her feet playfully tickling its girlcock and ass.

"Teehee, Bimbi hornie", the toy said. "Thplish-thplash, Bimbi love pee. blblblbbbb...", Bimbi babbled with a thick, artificial lisp, and lowered its head into the yellow-tinted water, making motorboat sounds with its thick, enhanced lips. "Bimbi love being toy. Bimbi no girl, jutht toy... Goddeth feet mmh... Bimbi soooo hornie... Bimbi ah ah ah...", she babbled, rubbing herself into Caroline's invading feet.

"Silly doll... Such a silly Bimbi… Did Andie go bye-bye forever?"

“Teehee… who Andie, Goddeth?”

“Good Bimbi. Eat my snatch like the stupid toy you are”, Caroline cooed, smiling smugly at the degraded toy. As Bimbi opened its mouth wide, and hungrily engulfed the dripping vulva that just moments before drained its humanity, Caroline sighed and turned her gaze to her other conquest, whimpering and moaning in frustration on the closed toilet lid.

“You may speak, Diane...”, she said, looking the poor creature in the eyes. The bathroom was hot, with steam wafting through the air, and yet Diane was fully clothed, wearing thick wool leggings, and a cashmere sweater that accentuated her feminine figure. Her messy ginger hair was soggy with sweat, and drooldrops were running down her face as she was furiously rubbing her clit through three layers of winter clothing.

“Uuuunnhhh… What… what did you… do… nnnhhh… to… Andie…?”

“Andie is gone bye-bye, Diane”, Caroline laughed. “All gone, poof. The girl you thought you fell in love with is gone, only Bimbi here is left. Nothing but a living tranny sex doll.” Bimbi, upon hearing this, redoubled its efforts, and grabbing its girlcock, began mushing and jerking it with passion.

“How could you do this to us…? Andie was so smart and clever and attentive and aware and… and not just a toy… So much… nnnh... more than this… uuuhhh... giggling… mmmnh... vapid… straight-out-of porn… ooonfff... dickgirl slut… hhhrnn... you turned… her… into…”

Caroline’s smile grew wider with Diane’s every wince and moan as the sweating girl continued masturbating with increasing fury, even as she tried to confront her tormentor. She grabbed Bimbi’s hair, and mushed its face deep into her soft, wet crotch.

“Look at you two”, she cooed with condescension, voice breaking with pleasure. “Look at what I did to you… I took smartass, stuck up, Miss oooh-i-dont-wanna-be-like-THOSE-trans-girls Andie and look at where Andie is now… all gone, replaced by the stupid whore toy Bimbi that can’t count over sixty-nine… all ready for its new career in porn…” Caroline’s voice grew more and more high pitched and malicious as she was nearing orgasm from the toy’s eager tongue riding up her vagina and hard nose ferociously mashing into her clit. She looked deep into Diane’s desperate, teary eyes as the sweater-clad girl was nearing her own climax. “Look at our toy! Look at it! No longer a her, just an IT! You love it don’t you? It turns you on, to see your girlfriend reduced to this. You’re rubbing your stale hairy snatch thinking of how you can further degrade this shameless living sex doll”, she teased. “And look at yourself, Diane. Where is preeny fashion girl Diane now? I don’t see her in this... bathroom… either… oooohhh...”

After her body stopped shaking with her orgasm, Caroline slowly extracted the toy’s head from her crotch, thick strings of cum and juice hanging from its slack, open lips. Cradling the doll’s cum-covered face, she turned it to look at its whimpering lover on the toilet. Diane’s eyes drank in the sight of Bimbi’s quivering, drooling balloon lips, impossibly pink and cushiony…

“It was ultimately your decision to turn Andie into this, Diane,” Caroline said.

Was it though… Diane’s eyes went wide.

“I’ve seen this trans girl on the train long ago,” Andie explained, idly slurping her wine while her left hand lay in Caroline’s gentle grasp. “She seemed early in her transition, but had these enormous enhanced lips with gloss on them. And she seemed so skittish. Like she still wasn’t used to being out like this. It made me feel weird… Like aww I’d never want to be like that… but at the same time… what I’d not give to be like her…”

Caroline smiled and gently pressed down on the girl’s palm. “Why did you feel like you’d never want to be like that?”

“She looked so slutty, and so vulnerable…”

“But you told me that being slutty and vulnerable is your core fetish?”

“Yes but I don’t think it would be me…”

“I think the true you is the one that follows your desires to the fullest, don’t you, Andie doll?”

“But you know Goddess, it’s dysphoria, right? Like, desperation to be seen as a woman… If I were a cis girl, I don’t think I’d ever want to look like that.”

“You do know that a lot of cis women get lip enhancements,” Caroline mused. “And I’ve met quite a few cis girl submissives whose greatest desire was to be turned into a bimbo, with fake breasts, fake lips, huge gel nails, all the works… So it might be dysphoria, or it might be just, you know, desire…”

“Yea, I guess, Goddess… But when I imagine alternate reality, cis girl me, she’s not a bimbo… She’s a queer, futchy, geeky lesbian who likes cute things, like Pokemon panties and circuit board nail art.”

“Yes, I get it… that’s valid, but it’s only one of your potential identities.” Caroline spoke softly and slowly, as she expertly played with Andie’s fingers as if they were an elaborate stress toy. “Every choice we make shuts us away from other potential paths. It’s all too easy to shut ourselves from our greatest bliss, out of fear… Can you imagine that trans girl you’ve seen on the train in great detail, Andie?”

“Mhm…”

“Now, place yourself in her body. You’re looking like her, sitting on the train. All vulnerable and exposed. How does this make you feel?”

“So… right. Powerful. Owning my body and my gender… Expressing my passion and sexuality…”

“Of course it does. It’s who you are deep inside. A proud slut, dripping with sexuality. It’s such a shame to keep that slut hidden away! What do you think, Diane?”

“I think Andie is perfect as she is… My sweet hot little doll,” Diane replied, reaching over and stroking her lover’s shoulder.

“I know she is… but what would you think of Andie being a total bimbo slut?”, Caroline asked. “Like, a transgender wet dream girl straight out of porn?”

“Mmm… I mean I don’t want her to feel pressured… But you’re right that would be sooo hot.”

“So,” Caroline said, looking deep into Diane’s eyes, and snapping her fingers, “if you met a genie, and it told you it could consensually turn Andie into your dream transgender bimbo doll if only you said yes, would you say yes?”

“Yes… I totally would. No offense, Andie…”

Caroline, leaning over the table, threw a knowing look at the bulge of Andie’s growing girlcock showing through her black dress.

“None taken, it appears,” she winked to Diane.

Diane couldn’t resist the wave of arousal washing over her as she drank in the utter absurdity of their debasement, and her own part in it. She thought of all the deep conversations they had had with Andie… Her clit tingled with the itching of layers of wool and cotton on her sweaty, hairy legs and arms, as she realized Bimbi will never have conversations like that ever again. She shivered, feeling the thick bush of her gushing cunt, unshaven for weeks now, uncomfortably shifting under her rubbing fingers… She looked deep into Bimbi’s stupid, steamy eyes, and puckered her own mouth in response to the doll’s lustfully trembling, obscene cocksucking lips.

“Goddeth… Bimbi need… Bimbi need puthy,” the toy babbled, and Diane finally broke.

“Yes Bimbi… we turned you… into a… sex toy! No more… smart girl thoughts… for you. Pussy’s all… all you can think of now… isn’t it? Then eat it,” she commanded. “Eat my ripe… hairy… slimy… cunt… like the tranny… bitch… doll… you are!”

Caroline hummed with appreciation, and grabbing Bimbi by the neck, guided it out of the tub, and over to the toilet. She stroked the toy’s head as it settled on the floor, rubbing its hard girlcock on Diane’s itchy leggings, and began to lick her soaked crotch through the thick fabric, with water, cum, sweat and saliva mixing where they touched.

“Bimbi hornie… Need puthy… Bimbi need puthy so baaaaad!”

“Pull my leggings off toy”, Diane ordered it, her voice cracking with desire. “I want to feel those thick cocksucking lips kissing my snatch!”

Bimbi hungrily pulled away the three layers of fabric from its lover’s crotch, grunting and drooling as it saw the thick strands of slime still connecting the cotton panties with Diane’s thick bush of curly ginger hair.

“Ooooonnh… Puthy… So hairy… So… ripe… Bimbi nnmmmh”, it babbled, its voice cut off as the doll’s thick, pink lips connected, and Bimbi began to suck and kiss in earnest. Caroline smiled as Diane grabbed its hair, and pulled it deep into her crotch. Standing over the couple, she reached down and started stroking the face and hair of the two poor mindfucked creatures.

“Such a good little girl. Already taking advantage of our toy so well,” she praised her. “You’re being such a good little Velma for me.”

Diane’s eyes went wide with recognition and shock.

“Velma? From Scooby Doo?”, Caroline smiled, taking a sip of her drink, playfully teasing Diane’s soft hand with her strong yet gentle, expert fingers.

“Yes, because I had naturally curly red hair, and I was a geek.”

“And that’s why you decided to straighten your hair and dye it black?”

“Well, kind of, yes…”

“You know Diane, maybe you should be Velma”, Caroline replied, pressing down on a sensitive nerve ending at the base of the girl’s thumb. “I used to be so gay for Velma as a teenage lesbian. How about you, Andie?”

“Uh… how about what?” Andie blinked twice as she snapped out of the idle trance she’s been floating in, and looking up at Diane and Caroline, wiped a string of drool from her chin. “Sorry, what were you talking about?”

“Such a hypnoslut”, Caroline laughed, making a playful smirk at the dazed girl. “Did you have a crush on Velma from Scooby Doo as a teenager?”

“Oh… Yes. Yes, I totally did. Didn’t all lesbians have one?”

“Only the ones with good taste, I guess. See, Diane? Velma is the ultimate archetype of the naturally perfect dyke. She doesn’t care about preening or keeping up with fashion, because she’s hot regardless, but I bet she has great style. Keeping up with fashion is for her pets who drool over her. I bet after their little mystery solving stoner band broke up, she became a fashion photographer or something.”

“Mhmmm… something”, Diane answered, eyes fixated on Caroline’s circling thumb digging ever deeper into the soft, sensitive spots of her hand.

“Yes, Diane… I think you should embrace Velma. She’s who you really are. Andie too would find it so hot, I bet.”

“Velma? But…”

“Yes sweetie, you’re Velma now. Look into the mirror. Do you see Diane or Velma?”

“Uuunnnhhhhh… You… What did you… hhnnnn… do… to us…”

“What I promised you I’d do. I fucked your pretty brains all up. How much of the old Diane do you think is left in that little head?”

“What do… nnnggghhhhh… mean?!” Diane was biting her thick, chapped lips with pleasure, looking at her reflection in the mirror, the cashmere sweater and the enhancer bra accentuating her massive breasts. She looked at her cute, round face, oily with a day’s worth of buildup... Her button nose dotted with tiny blackheads… When was the last time she did her facial care routine?

It almost felt psychic as Caroline smirked, and asked her a very similar question. “Well, when was the last time you shaved, love?”

Diane’s back arched as she drew a quick breath, mushing Bimbi’s head into her hairy, gushing cunt. This huge bush wasn’t like Diane. Diane had always been so particular about body hair. She waxed, she shaved, she bleached… She remembered getting dressed… A whole month’s wiry growth of hair on her cunt, heavy enough to hold her panties… her thick, pink dotted, plain cotton panties… away from her skin, like a well-stuffed pillow… Pulling the wool leggings over curly, thick hair on her legs… The messy, curly hair of her thighs brushing poor little degraded Bimbi’s cheeks. A high-pitched sound of desperation escaped her lips as she drank in the reality of all that she was seeing and feeling.

“It’s sooo hot isn’t it? Losing who you were?”, Caroline teased, caressing the drooling Bimbi’s head as it slobbered over her thick thigh. “And let me guess, you hadn’t washed yet today. That pussy must taste sooo ripe… Mmmm, yum-yum!”

“Yes… I mean…” Diane, or maybe Velma now, was breathing heavy, tears flowing from her eyes as conflicting feelings washed over her body. “It’s not really… healthy… to wash twice… So I washed... before bed… My hairy cunt smells so thick… I could smell it all day through all that itchy... wool and cotton… I hope… you like… unwashed cunt… little Bimbi…”

Bimbi redoubled its efforts, and began tugging at its girlcock, moaning and mewling into Diane’s pussy, tears streaming from its eyes.

“Oh this is so sweet, little Bimbi is realizing what we did to it,” Caroline said, petting the toy’s hair. “And what I did to you, darling… It’s okay, little Bimbi. This is the real you. The you that you two truly wanted. You’ll be happy together. Very soon now.”

Diane was biting her lips, moaning and whining with desire and pleasure, her eyes darting from her own face in the mirror, to Bimbi’s blonde head between her thick thighs, and Caroline’s smug smile.

“You’re going to come soon, Velma,” Caroline said, petting the redhead’s face. “And when you finally come from this stupid Bimbi’s whore mouth, all that’s left of Diane is going to go bye-bye, just like Andie did. Now keep looking at your reflection as you come closer and closer to orgasm…”

In her sexual haze, Diane wondered what going bye-bye will feel like. She thought of how she had been losing herself slowly and steadily, as Caroline reshaped her over the course of a month… Her everyday habits and urges stripped away, replaced by new obsessions… How can this slow stripping away of her personality be topped… Glancing down at the slobbering Bimbi, its eyes rolled back as it hungrily gulped down her stale juices, thinking of its empty eyes and dumb babbling, of how she could find no trace of the smart, cute, interesting girl she fell in love with, a mixture of fear and immense arousal began to build in her mind.

“Nnnnnhhh… Am I gonna… am I gonna be… like Bimbi here?”

“No dearie… Someone needs to be the brains in this relationship, you know… But Diane will go bye-bye, like Andie did. Do you need to go bye-bye, Diane?”

“Nnnaaaaaahhhh… Yes! Yes Caroline yes! I need it, I need it! I need to go bye-bye! I need to go bye-bye so bad! I need it!”

“Well then, sweetie, look at the mirror, and… CUM FOR ME!” Caroline snapped her fingers three times, and Diane’s back arched, drawing a sharp breath. Velma’s face in the mirror smiled, her lips curling into an expression of bliss and relief.

“Aaannnnnhhhh… Jinkies!”

Jamie and their boyfriend Carlos have just arrived at the queer kinky convention, and were drinking in the sight of all the exciting stalls and fabulous people. Jamie suddenly found that they had lost Carlos at a whiteboard containing the weekend’s events, and turned back.

“Hey Jay, look at this”, he called out. “The Amazing Velma, Mistress of Mesmerism, and her uncanny clockwork bimbi doll. That sounds really hot.”

“It sounds kinda weird.”

“Come on, don’t tell me you never had a teenage crush on Velma from Scooby Doo. We gotta check this out.”

“Sure thing loverboy. I mean, what could go wrong?”