As Cleo held the mystifying machine in her hands, she felt another jolt go through her. Her nipples hardened and she felt a heat go to her vagina. Any doubts or resistance melted away from her head as she became even more aroused.
“Man… this thing really is great. I look AWESOME. Let me look a bit more at these settings…” she said to herself, fiddling with the panel and finally getting it open.
“Oh…. Interesting…. Very interesting.” Cleo thought to herself, a devilish smile forming on her new MILF face as she fiddled with settings she hadn’t seen before.
Shuffling it around, she changed the “aware” switch to “unaware.” She then played around with some of the other settings.
Settings:
Physical: M Cups, Stripper Butt, fit MILF, Age 30
Mental: Extremely high libido (subject has difficulty functioning without orgasming three times a day or more,) Extremely decreased intelligence, loves pink, loves revealing outfits
Awareness: Off
Ethnicity: Base Form
Personality: Submissive, Bimbo, Loving, Bubbly
Sexuality: Lesbian
Reality alterations: Subject is Cleo’s lover. A stereotypical bimbo, she couldn’t be more different from the gear head and motorcycle loving Cleo, however the two get along better than most other couples. Loves being called Barbie.
From what Cleo understood, the helmet altered reality in general, but now this would confirm that no one would remember the meek, shy, non-MILFy Cleo of before. And no one would remember the old Barbara - Barbie the Bimbo would take over.
As Cleo confirmed the settings and closed the little door, Barbara knocked on the door. “Hey, Cleo, hun, you alright?”
“Yes, come in!” Cleo said, giddy with excitement. She was so aroused she couldn’t stand it. She NEEDED to use this helmet on someone, for it to change others as it did her.
Barbara opened the door and Cleo immediately shoved the helmet on her.
“Hey what the… hell…” Barbara’s anger suddenly turned to confusion and then suddenly…
A white flash consumed the room, Cleo’s vision turning to white. When the flash went away, everything was different.
Cleo’s room, and her house in general, had been messy. Now, though, it was spotless. There were a lot more… feminine touches. A clothes rack was sitting in the corner, holding latex… clothes? It looked more like fetishwear, most of it designed to expose and all of it different bright shades, mostly pink.
Cleo’s jaw dropped, and that arousal she’d felt was strengthened tenfold. A bimbo bombshell was standing where her mom had been, wearing a pink latex cocktail dress and 6 inch white stiletto heels. “Barbara’s” huge tits were hanging out of it, and she was still wearing the red motorcycle helmet. Barbie pulled off the helmet to reveal a beautiful bimbo MILF’s face, with huge pink DSLs and far more makeup than the average woman beneath it.
“Like, wow! I totes don’t know how you wear that thing! It’s, like, so tight and stuff!” The giggly bimbo said.
“Ummm. Yeah. Yeah, it’s hard sometimes!” Cleo said, trying to hide her arousal as new memories flooded in, complimenting the old ones.
Her “mom” had become her girlfriend. They’d met a few years ago when Barbie stumbled in to the wrong biker bar by mistake. Scared and alone, Cleo escorted Barbie home, taking her home in an Uber because Barbie didn’t want her hair ruined by a helmet. Both girls’ libidos came to a head when Barbie invited the biker MILF back in to her apartment and they fucked for days. Now, they’d moved in together, juggling Cleo’s “lessons” and Barbie’s fashion.
“I’m gonna, like, go fix my hair. Here’s your helmet, babe!” Barbie said, smacking Cleo’s ass as she left the room.