Airhead Academy Bimbo 101 (8/11)

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Jake padded into the living room, arms folded tightly beneath his chest, the weight of his breasts resting on his forearms. His silky pajamas clung to his reshaped figure, the fabric shimmering with each pouty step of his heeled mules. The corset still cinched his waist from the night before, keeping his posture prim and perfect whether he liked it or not.

“Okay, sooo, like… I’m going back to college now,” he announced, voice high and sugar-sweet despite his scowl. “Could you, like, maybe take these off me now…? The boobies and the cage thingy, or whatever…?”

The girls burst into giggles. Chloe leaned back on the couch, sipping her iced coffee. “I guess we can take off the breast forms, princess,” she said with a smirk. “But the cage? Oh no, that’s staying right where it is.”

Jake’s glossed lips parted in a dramatic gasp. “Ughhh, that’s, like, sooo not what we agreed on! How am I even supposed to go back to college with my dick all locked up?!”

Rachel raised an eyebrow, her voice turning syrupy-sweet. “Well… I bet your frat brothers would much prefer we send them Jessica. You know—tight little body, teetering around in heels, stuffed into those clingy outfits. How about that?”

Jake’s eyes went wide. “A-anything but that!” He paused, swallowing hard, before forcing a shaky smile. “I-I mean… the cage is, like, kinda cute? Super helpful, even! Keeps me focused and stuff! Yay… chastity!”

Chloe giggled, setting her iced coffee down with a satisfied smirk. “That’s what I thought.” She stood and stretched. “Let’s get you dressed, princess—and then we’ll drop you off at college.”

Jake blinked. “U-uhm… I can, like, drive myself?”

The girls exchanged amused glances before Chloe looped an arm around his waist. “Aww, but we wanna spend a little more time with our favorite bimbo before she’s gone~”

Before he could protest, they were already dragging him toward Chloe’s room.

Jake sat stiffly at the edge of the vanity stool as Chloe brushed out his ponytail, his hair then gathered into two high ponytails near the top of his head. She left a few delicate strands loose in the front, framing his face with soft little curls that made him look even girlier than before.

With his hair done, the girls finally turned to the breast forms. Chloe sighed as she started working the remover along the edges. “Ugh, this glue is, like, really committed,” she muttered, tugging gently. “Such a shame,” she added as the first one finally came off. “They looked so good on you.” One of the other girls giggled. “Right? I was honestly jealous—yours looked perfect in everything.”

They helped him slip into the black jumpsuit they’d picked out, the stretchy fabric hugging his hips and thighs with a snug, unmistakably feminine fit. Then came the shoes—a pair of clear platform heels that matched the look perfectly.

They piled into Chloe’s car a few minutes later. Jake sat in the passenger seat, legs pressed tight, twin ponytails brushing over his shoulders. He stayed quiet as the girls gushed around him, the jumpsuit clinging tighter with every breath as they pulled out of the driveway and started the drive to his college.

The girls squealed as they pulled into the campus parking lot, the sun shining down on the quad. Jake slid lower in his seat, trying to hide behind his ponytails as they drove past groups of students. It didn’t help.

“Out you go, princess!” Chloe chimed, already opening his door.

Before he could protest, they were guiding him across campus—heels clicking, jumpsuit hugging, ponytails bouncing with every reluctant step. They stopped at every fountain, every flower bed, every building with halfway decent lighting to make him pose for pictures.

“Smiley, Jessica! Arch your back more—perfect! Oh my god, you’re, like, a natural at this!”

By the time they were done, Jake was practically squirming in his seat as Chloe pulled the car up to the curb in front of his frat house.

“Wait—can I, like, please change in the car first?” he whispered, eyes darting to the front door. “I-I can’t let them see me like this… I’ll, like, die, seriously!!”

Chloe just smiled sweetly. “Relax, no one’s around. Just grab your bag and mince your cute little butt to your room—you can change there, okay? Now off you go~”

Before he could protest, she popped the trunk and gave him a push. His suitcase landed on the curb with a soft thud, and a second later the car peeled away—Chloe and the girls waving, laughing, and already shouting out the windows.

Jake looked around. Still no one. Thank god. He grabbed his suitcase, heels clicking against the sidewalk as he rushed to the door and slipped inside. Every second in that outfit felt like a countdown to disaster. He didn’t stop until he was in his room, door shut, heart pounding. Finally, it was over.

He peeled off the tight jumpsuit, already planning it out in his head. He’d find a way to remove the cage, get a haircut—maybe dye it back. This would finally all be over. He dropped to his knees and unzipped the suitcase—and froze.

Lying on top of his clothes were a few of Jessica’s most humiliating outfits—tight, skimpy, and unmistakably feminine. But what really made his stomach drop was the large, smooth pink buttplug resting right in the center. Its soft silicone finish and thick, rounded shape made it impossible to ignore. A note was taped neatly to it in bubbly handwriting:

“Don’t think this is over yet, sweetie 💖 ~Chloe”