Glancing around the carnival you feel disoriented. Your body feels strange, lighter and foreign. You sit down on the dusty ground and grasp open your purse. You see make-up, a small amount of money, various cards, tampons and a condom. A condom?
Before you can inspect your purse any closer the world begins to spin. Your brain feels light and your body tingles. You start to think about the condom. What it's for.
You start thinking about your penis. Gone now. You feel like you want it back, you miss it. Maybe even just seeing any penis would help you feel better. You start to look around for men. You see them differently. They look so much more appealing now. You want to see their dicks. You want them to put their dicks close to your face.
"NO!" You yell, attempting to fight your brains impulses. You stop thinking so hard about your situation and relax. You feel so giddy and small. Vunrable. Girly. Every feels so different. Even the breeze blowing on your bare armpits feels almost erotic. Things start feeling less important. Your adjust your slinkly little dress, and push up your weighty breasts. You look beautiful.
Your lust for cock starts to ease, but the attraction to men stays. You want to find a man to take his arm around your tiny waist and make you feel wanted. You just want to feel like a princess. A beautiful little thing who looks good and feels good and fucks good.
Your elegant bare legs glisten in the sun, and a small amount of sweat beads on your forehead. You stand up and feel euphoria and acceptance. Your now a sweet little bimbo, weak, delicate, lost and looking for a strong man to take you away from all the confusion of the day.