Ramblingcrow - Rambling Crow

This is just incredible - the idea of convincing everyone else that one is a bimbo and forcing one to be treated that way without any changes is a novel and perfectly deviant method of protagonist entrapment! Stellar stuff!

Brilliant! And no, if I was trying to stump you I would say something like: pigtails, plastic, dumber.

Every time Barbara ties her pigtails with those plastic clips I gave her, she absorbs another dose of the drug that is making her dumber.

No, that’s much too easy.  I can do better than that.

Barbara didn’t actually mind putting her hair in pigtails.  Back when she was a market analyst, she had to wear the corporate uniform, including a high-maintenance ‘do.  She envied the technicians in the back rooms, who could dress as they please.

She was still forced to abide by a dress code, but it was actually less of a hassle, since it was basically the same outfit every time: sort of a Swiss dairy maid, hair in pigtails, smile and makeup mandatory.

She didn’t mind showing off her legs, or her cleavage.  “Eh, you deal with it,” she often said.  What did bother her were the platform heels of transparent plastic.  How the fuck did Mr. Bickford think they went with a minidirndl?  She never questioned it, she just wore them.

When she got to her desk, she found a package on her desk.  It proved to be a bizarre assortment of Japanese products, plus a “Golden Brown” membership card at The Sun Spot tanning salon, and a note stuck on the cover of a glossy pamphlet.  The note said Mr. Bickford wanted her to start wearing Ganguro makeup.

It was just about the only thing that could possibly have made her look dumber.

The Beginning is a Good Place to Start

So we seem to be living in a golden age of bimboisation/bimbofication/bimbo transformation and general bimbo blogging. I couldn't be happier with this! I have been in love with this fetish for years and it's great to see it really bloom, especially here on tumblr.

But who am I? My name is Crow. I am an avid fan of bimbo transformation, especially slow, detailed descents into ditziness. I am a guy, living and working in the UK. I have often enjoyed the TG subsection of bimboization, but it's not an area I have ever personally indulged in.This is all very strictly fantasy. I wouldn't make much of a bimbo anyway, and if it wasn't clear already, the picture is definitely NOT me!

I have a reasonable fetishistic pedigree scattered across this series of tubes we call the web. My first piece of note is an amateurish story called 'The Bimbo' posted under the name Sissy Emily (urgh!) at Storysite.org. I then followed it up with a much better story at Fictionmania.tv under the name Hidden_Agenda (much better!) called I Hope You're Happy with Your Life. They were both very much bimbo, but very TG. I also put out a slightly better, untitled piece on the MCStories.com forums which was pure bimbo with none of the manly bits. I'll look to re-posting them all here at some point.

As well as longer pieces, I also posted captions for a 4 year period at Rachelshaven.com under the name Crow. Sadly a lot of the better ones were lost after some server trouble last year. Thankfully the awful, early ones made in MS Paint were saved. Oh rapture. On the plus side I did also have some unique and modern attempts at the blog I was co-running with Ashlee a.k.a. Total Ditz over at not2britecaptions.blogspot.com The vast majority of that site is now the work of Ashlee as I have bowed out and I cannot praise all that she has done there enough.

So! That's pretty much my situation. Not really certain what I intend to do with this tumblr yet. I'll probably post a few things, grow bored and complacent and wander off eventually. Hopefully, it will be a fun ride in the meantime.

Feel free to comment, ask or whatever... as soon as I work out how to activate those feartures anyway!

-Crow. 

If your girlfriend doesn't suck your cock, I will 😘

Degree, history, re-write.

Raven knew that if she complained about her situation, everyone would scold her for it.  No-one needed to tell her how lucky she was to be working at a job like this, one where she was actually able to use her education.  She had an “understanding” with the head of the department that didn’t take up much of her time, and was not bothered by any other men while at work.

Yes, yes, practically a miracle for a woman with a Master’s in History to actually be working in the field of history, writing textbooks that millions of boys and girls would read.

But what she had to write … !

“While the men were distracted by the First World War, feminists were able to get foolish amendments added to the Constitution: to give women the right to vote and to establish Prohibition.  Only two amendments to the Constitution were written specifically to repeal earlier amendments … .

“When women were allowed to serve in Congress, they passed many stupid and destructive laws, but fortunately they never managed to pass the ultimate destroyer, the so-called “Equal Rights Amendment … .

“”No-one knows for certain what destroyed the space shuttles Challenger and Columbia, but there were women on the crews of each … .”

With each keystroke, Raven felt as though she were writing an indictment against herself as a traitor to her gender, and to her calling.  She wasn’t sure which was worse.

In Need of Editing

Ooh! I'd forgotten about this short one! I posted this at the MCStories.com forum in 2009. Much happier with this little piece. And it's not TG! Nope just pure, grade A (well, C- at least) bimboization. It may not be good, but it contains no traces of horse meat. Oh yeah. 2013 current affairs reference. Boyah.

In Need of Editing OK. Jen had definitely been fretting about this too much. Whilst she would definitely need a stellar CV to even get an interview with the prestigious firm of Wynd, Grey & Street, she really was more than capable. All she had needed to do was take a break from editing the thing, perhaps look at that relaxing screensaver that Paul from across the hall had installed for her, and then return to the document with fresh eyes. So far that had truly done the trick! Already, Jenny could see she had made some pretty amateur errors when it came to creating a perfect representation of herself and her accomplishments. For one thing, the entire section on her schooling was far too long winded. Who really needs to mention a college when one has gone onto higher education anyway? And alongside that, she could probably cut out the mention of a BSc from Cambridge altogether. The results from her school then looked a little out of place, though. All those ‘A’s. Far, far too repetitive. Now, removing some of the subjects she had studied and adding in some ‘D’s and ‘E’s made for far more colourful reading. Now, Jenni just had to attack that interests section. “…enjoy reading... poetry… interest in classical mythology” What was she thinking?! She wanted herself to come across in the text and all this did was make her seem some tedious shut-in! Now, “Interests in clothes… makeup… flirting….boys…”. That would make her seem far more vivac-, vicacio-… sexy. Finally, just a quick modification to her personal statement. Something totally like “I’m willing to do anything for this job. Anything.” And maybe a photo of her flashing her thong to the camera lens, instead of the usual boring ones the cute old guys at the firm must get. And done. Well, maybe the font could be made, like, pink and stuff.

Exceptional, as always! How about: giggle, dumber, memo?

When she opened her in-house message account, there was one item marked Highest Priority:

Meredith:  In reply to your query of yesterday, the answer is that yes, the requirement that you giggle periodically during any conversation you carry out at work is indeed intended to make you seem “dumber” than you really are.  If you keep going out of your way to show off the fact that you are smarter than our CEO (and just between the two of us, you are – you’re also smarter than me, and probably everyone else on the Board of Directors), you damage the reputation of the company.  So from now on, yes, giggle at least once every two minutes, regardless of the subject matter or with whom you are conversing.

In a related matter, it is high time you chose a work-appropriate nickname for yourself.  I can’t very well call your peers “Lulu” and “Babs” and “Deedee” and then call you “Meredith,” now can I?  I suggest you try one of these: Merry, Mare, Mimi or Edie.

Choose one, or have it chosen for you.

–  Bob