The Bimbo Protocol

I was once a Type-A personality, destined for a corner office. But a secret, shameful desire burned within me: to be wanted for my body, not my brain. Sculpted by silicone and driven by a primal need, I transformed myself into the perfect bimbo doll. Now, I'm returning to the bar where it all began, a place of pounding music and predatory eyes. They see a toy, an object for their use. They don't know this is my design. Tonight, my old self dies, and Bambi takes control. My only rule? There are no rules.