At first, Andy was mad at himself for being so cheap. They had all sorts of versions of the drug available - pill form, liquid form, even an aerosol. But he had to be cheap and get the least expensive version they carried. Friggin’ topical cream. How hard could that be to get Joni to apply, right? If he only knew.
She didn’t use any sort of hand or face cream that he could find. He tried mixing it with her soap, but she just used a simple bar of Irish Spring in the shower. Soaking that in a pinkish gel kind of seemed too obvious. Plus, the water in the shower rinsed it away when he tried.
He felt like an idiot. He had a $650 two-ounce tub of bimbo lotion, an over-literate prude of a girlfriend, and no plan on how to bring the two together. Couldn’t have dropped an extra grand to get the stuff you just stir into a glass of water, huh dummy?
Andy knew the answer was staring him right in the face. The lotion simply couldn’t be that hard to sneak into Joni’s routine, could it? He just had to find a way to make her touch it. Even if it wasn’t rubbed into the skin, he knew there’d be a decent effect just from her touching it a lot. Just a little, every day, for a while…
The idea came to him while he was washing his hair. He stood there in the shower, going over it again and again in his mind. He’d been paranoid about just smearing it around their apartment - god knows he didn’t need to be touching the stuff more than necessary. He had no idea what it might do to him, and he wasn’t eager to find out. So something that she’d touch regularly, wouldn’t notice the presence of the lotion in or on, and something that he wouldn’t accidentally apply to himself.
Her conditioner. It was perfect. Joni wasn’t really too vain about any part of her appearance, but she definitely took good care of her hair. Andy had no real idea what was in that conditioner of hers. He just knew it was expensive, she used it regularly, and he never touched it.
He unscrewed the cap, scooped the bimbo cream in, and stirred it up thoroughly.
"Andyyy," Joni purred, playing with her hair, "does my hair look okay?"
He looked over at her. She was sitting up on her knees on the couch, her long dark locks trailing down over her shoulders. She twirled a length of hair, eyeing it.
It had been three weeks since he’d snuck the lotion into her conditioner. The changes hadn’t happened fast, but they piled up quickly. She’d shed weight at a shocking rate this last week, going from plump and pale to toned and sexy. He was going to take her shopping tomorrow - she needed some new outfits to show off that cute new bimbo body - but for the time being, she made even the most plain outfits look sexy.
"Of course it does," he said, smiling at her. "What do you mean?"
"I dunno… I just kinda think it’d look sexy blonde. Don’t you?"
Andy perked up a bit at that.
"Hm. Maybe. You think you’d like that? Being a pretty little blonde bimbo?"
Joni giggled. “Yah,” she said, biting her lip. “What about you? You think you’d like getting sucked off by a blonde bimbo?”
"Well," Andy said, mock-thoughtful, "I’d need something to compare it to, wouldn’t I? Why don’t you get over here and suck me off now, and we’ll see if it’s better once you’re blonde."
Joni was already crawling across the floor to him, giggling and eager, before he finished his sentence.
This is crazy good. I’ve got a soft spot for slightly inept bimbofiers.