Mini Story: Bimbo Walk (Patreon)

Aaron wobbled across the room in the six-inch heels and cursed as yet another orange fell out of his bra. He never drew the short straw, but here he was, about to walk the campus in a crop top, mini skirt and blonde wig. It was pledge week, and he’d been prepared to do some humiliating things, but dressing up as a woman and walking across the campus wasn’t one of them. 

The challenge was simple: dress up like one of the sluts from Pi Alpha, walk across the campus to their sorority and knock on the door, claiming to be a pledge. Embarrassment would ensue, and then his new brothers would pop out of the bushes to congratulate him. Yeah, it was humiliating, stepping down onto Greek street in a mini skirt, but it would all be forgotten in a few weeks once he was a full frat brother. 

Aaron tried to pull the skirt down to cover more of his thighs, but it was impossible. It was made of some sort of tight, pink fabric that felt half plastic. Bimbo chic. Of course, trying to tug the skirt down only made him lose his balance, and he staggered like a drunk deer trying to maintain his footing. How did girls walk around in heels like this every day? It was like trying to walk on stilts. 

“Okay, I’d better just focus on walking if I want to get there without rolling an ankle…” He muttered, “It’ll be over faster too.”

Aaron focused on how his legs were moving; girls often put one foot right in front of the other, like they were walking a tightrope. Maybe that would help? It did! He felt instantly steadier, but of course, walking like that made his ass stick out more, and his hips sway. Hopefully people thought he was just being ironic?

The longer he walked, the easier it got to keep his balance and ignore the jiggling of his ass. It was actually starting to feel a little swollen, probably thanks to the tight skirt, but if he didn't know any better, Aaron would think his butt was actually getting bigger! 

Once he’d gotten the hang of walking, he found he could actually do it without thinking so hard. Which freed up his thoughts to notice other things, like how his wig was brushing the side of his face. The long blonde strands didn’t look very real, or at least they hadn’t when he put the wig on initially. 

Now that it was on his head, though, and the hair was blowing in his face, it actually looked really realistic. It brought a smile to his face; it felt a little strange, but Aaron couldn’t put his finger on why. Little did he know his face was subtly changing shape and his lips were filling out, becoming pouty and full. Or that the itching he felt on his scalp wasn’t the wig, but the blond hair merging with his own until it replaced it entirely. 

“Walking like this is…kinda fun.” He giggled, blushing a little when the girlish sound came out of his mouth. “Wow, my voice sounds weird…Maybe I drank too much last night.” 

Aaron rubbed at his throat and was surprised to feel how smooth it was, no Adam’s apple, no stubble.

“Huh, that new razor really works…”

With an oblivious smile on his face, he continued to walk, not even noticing as his shoulders sloped down and his chest began to grow. The oranges that stuffed his bra vanished as the skin on his chest slowly stretched, piling up beneath it. Two perky breasts slowly filled the cups, getting a little bigger with each step until they were giggling on his chest. 

Almost any man, even the most unobservant one, would have noticed something by now; but not Aaron. His brain was getting steadily more empty. It took all his limited thinking capacity just to enjoy the feeling of his hips swaying. Being a woman was so much fun! Maybe he’d do this again without even having to be dared. 

He started humming under his breath, and it came out sounding soft and musical, even if he kept losing the melody. 

“Wow, I never knew I could sing.” He giggled. “Huh, my voice sounds funny.”

Wasn’t it supposed to be deeper? Wasn’t he supposed to be doing something right now? Aaron stopped walking and pressed a finger to his soft, plump lips in thought. 

“What was I doing?” He muttered, “Oh yeah! Pledging to the sorority!”

Aaron looked down at himself and took in the stacked cleavage and tight skirt. For a moment he felt confused; wasn't his bra supposed to be stuffed with oranges? The thought made him giggle; what a silly thing to think! As if any fruit could fit in there when the poor bra was already struggling to contain his tits. 

“I can be totally silly sometimes.” He sighed. “Anyway, better get going!”

Still giggling with delight, he sprang up the steps toward the society building and knocked on the door. It swung open, revealing a room full of pretty, busty women with wide smiles.

“Hi!” Aaron beamed, “I’m here to pledge!”