Slowly, your mind offers up another vague memory. Something about…being married? Were you married to Brad?
This possibility brings a smile to your lips. You certainly wouldn’t mind being the wife and lover of this hottie. However, if you were his wife, where is he now? Such a handsome husband wouldn’t leave you all alone, would he?
Oddly, the thought brings with it a sense of guilt. But why feel guilty if he was the one who abandoned you? Did you do something wrong? Perhaps this Sarah person might offer some answers once you find her.
For the next few minutes, you poke around the hotel room for more clues. The robin’s egg blue bikini you discover in the bathroom catches your interest. You recall how lovely it looked on…somebody. Who? Recalling a sense of dark hair and big breasts, you can only conclude it was yourself.
Curiously, you put on the swimsuit. Though a bit snug, it manages to both cover your naughty bits and emphasize them at the same time. The broken strap on the bra gives you pause, but you simply tie it together and adjust the length to even it out before slipping it on. After tucking each of your girls into their cups, you go over to the mirror to admire your reflection. As expected, you look perfect.
For a moment, another stunning brunette takes your place in the mirror. Then, she’s gone, and you push the feeling aside. “My sexy hubby’s gonna have so much fun tonight!” You giggle, then pout. “If I find him.”
Now sufficiently dressed (by your standards), you strut back through the hotel and into the street. Your outfit gets immediate attention, though not in the way you expect. Being the only clothed bimbo in a crowd of naked sisters makes you stand out.
“Hey, nice outfit, girl!” Another bimbo calls out as she jiggles towards you. “I bet you’ll look totally sexy without it!”
“Take off that bikini, baby! Like, I wanna see your body!”
“No!” You say with a stubborn pout. Covering your precious swimsuit, you try to push your way to clearer ground. “Like, I’m wearing this for my hunky husband!”
“Oh, you have a man? I want him, too!”
“Yeah, take us to him!”
You start to panic as the horde of bimbos closes in around you. Against your new nature, you’re feeling very possessive. They can’t have Brad! He’s yours!
Without thinking, you wind back your fist and send it careening into the nearest bimbo’s face. Your strength sends her spinning off her feet to crash into several of her sisters and crumpling to the ground. The others step back in shock at this unexpected violence, but their simple minds don’t dwell on it for too long. In a second, they push forward again, forcing you to run.
Taking advantage of your fallen sisters, you climb over their squirming bodies and leap out into the open street. From there, you sprint away. Behind you, the bimbo mob gives chase.
For yet a third time, you leave your sisters behind, running off by yourself to find who-knows-what. All in all, you’ve had a very confusing day.