Breaking
the
Stereotype
TG, RC, BIMBO
BY STEVENC
Caleb yawned as he entered the room. It would be a busy day for him, but he definitely wanted to check in with Amy before he left. As per usual, she was in the middle of her studies, the girl simply acknowledging him with a smile before she returned her attention to her books.
She certainly didn’t look like any sort of dream girl,
but that didn’t make Amy unattractive.
With her short cut dark hair and pale complexion,
she was definitely quite pretty.
Still, when it came to clothing she certainly could have done better; according to her she hadn’t worn a skirt since her elementary school days, and even now was always tromping around in those combat boots of hers.
Caleb approached her, allowing her to give him a light kiss on the cheek before he finished pulling his shirt on.
“How’s it going?”
Amy sighed. “Still a bit hard. Having trouble with some of this.”
“I’d love to help you out, but I need to get going.”
It had all started quite innocently between the two of them. They’d been assigned to work on a science project together, and despite being relative strangers, they’d hit things off rather quickly.
And then when Caleb had jokingly winked at the girl after some pickup lines and seen her reaction, well, things had just progressed naturally from there.
One thing led to another, and now they were dating.
At least, that was Amy’s impression of everything.
She didn’t mind helping him with his homework or doing maybe a little too much when it came to their projects; if it made him happy, she was all for it.
At least, she had been.
“Where to?”
“The gym. You know my muscles won’t just build themselves.” Caleb flexed with a grin.
Amy simply smiled, though even as hormones rushed to her mind, she knew that things would soon be coming to a head.
The two of them were due for a long talk.
Caleb grinned as he strolled into the classroom and marched right over to Amy’s desk. “How’s it going, babe?”
“Not great.” The girl’s voice was barely above a whisper as she avoided making eye contact.
Caleb’s smile quickly faded. “I don’t think I like the sound of that. What do you mean?”
“This project has ended up way harder than I thought it would be.”
Caleb shrugged. “Well, don’t be too hard on yourself. I’m sure you can do it.”
“I can do it?” Amy finally met Caleb’s gaze, a little more fire in her eyes than usual.
“Isn’t this something that ‘we’ should be working on together?”
Caleb rolled his eyes. “Give me a break, babe, you know I’m no good at this stuff.”
Amy sighed, knowing well Caleb was speaking the truth. Not that it was any sort of excuse. “Yeah, right.”
“Honestly, I’m surprised. Thought it would be a piece of cake for you. I mean, aren’t Asians really good at math and science?” To the jock’s credit, he was joking. After all, he did have a habit of making inappropriate jokes at the worst of times.
Though that didn’t make the situation any better.
“Well not this time. I really messed up.
I checked with some of the others and we are way off.”
“You serious?” Caleb’s voice rose as he struggled with his disbelief. He needed this project to go well, or it could mean getting kicked off the team. “Come on, it can’t be all that bad, can it?”
“I’m afraid so.” She handed him her notes, though they barely made sense to Caleb. “But don’t worry, I think we can still pull this off. If we work together.”
Anger boiled up within the football player as he thought about getting kicked off the team. With how soon this was due and how little he knew of the subject, there was no way they could turn this around.
But why was he focused on himself? Amy was the one who’d failed him; after all, she had made it clear that she was fine doing most of the work, even if that truly amounted to nearly all of it.
“Together? Isn’t it your fault?” Caleb scowled. “I think you should confess that this is all your fault. I mean, you fucked it all up, right?”
“So, there it is,” Amy thought as Caleb revealed his true colors. “But I bet there’s more that you’ve been hiding.”
She shook her head. “Maybe I’m just not good enough-”
“Not good enough? Not good enough!?” Caleb’s patience was spent, blood racing to his face as he slammed his hands down on the desk. “You’re fucking Asian, arent’ you? It’s in your fucking blood and brain!”
Even Amy was a little taken aback by the outburst.
“Caleb! I-”
“You had one job, ONE JOB, and that was to get this fucking project done well! And guess what, you fucked it up!”
“I-I’m-”
“To think you messed up this badly. Fuck, I wasted so much time with you, all for nothing. But that ends now. I’m going to tell Mr. Andrews how badly you messed up.
And after that, I want nothing to do with you.”
With that Caleb stormed over to the door, oblivious to the light snap of Amy’s fingers.
Though as he tried to open it, it refused to budge. “The fuck?” He tried again, though his efforts proved futile.
Turning around, he found himself face to face with Amy, a grin one might expect to see on the Cheshire Cat itself greeting him.
In that second, he realized just how pissed off she was. And as he reflected on some of what he’d said, he understood how badly he’d dug his own grave.
“L-Listen, Amy. I didn’t mean-”
“Caleb.”
“Y-Yeah?”
“I’ve spent weeks doing your homework. Weeks spending every waking moment helping you out and working on this project.”
An ominous aura seemed to flow from the girl, Caleb struggling to find his words as he was engulfed by an intense pressure.
“Y-Yeah, I-I guess-” He stopped, a strange warmth now building within him.
He met Amy’s gaze, only to find himself gazing into jet black eyes that, while devoid of color, overflowed or anger.
“Look, I-” He gasped as the warmth intensified, spreading further within him. This wasn’t just someone messing with the classroom’s heating; something was happening to him. “Wh-What did you do, babe?”
“Oh, so now I’m your ‘babe’ again, am I? And here I thought I was your stereotypical Asian nerdy girl.”
“L-Look, I didn’t mean any of that.”
Amy just shook her head as she chanted something under her breath.
A growing pressure built around Caleb’s neck that, while not enough to choke him, did make him uncomfortable.
“Just tell me the truth, asshole!” Amy hissed. “Why did you start dating me? And don’t bother lying to me when I already know the truth.”
“B-Because of my homework!” Caleb confessed as the pressure intensified. “I pretended to date you because you’re a smart Asian girl, so I figured you could help my grades out! Is that what you wanted to hear!?”
Amy’s eyes didn’t conceal her disgust as she shook her head. She’d always suspected Caleb wasn’t that into her, but hearing it straight from the source eradicated any sympathy she had for the boy.
Even she was surprised that she wasn’t even that saddened by the revelation, her anger for being used overriding all else in the girl’s mind.
And it was that anger that drove along her plan.
“You know, not all Asians are studious math maniacs!” She hissed.
The rage in her voice even got Caleb a little unnerved, especially now that she was displaying some kind of power over him. Still, if he could apologize, perhaps he could-
“And I’m going to make sure you’re a perfect example of that fact.” With that, she pulled out a hand mirror from her jacket’s pocket and allowed Caleb to look at himself.
He had no option but to look ahead, the strange pressure forcing him to tilt his head and gaze at his reflection. Although almost immediately, the face Caleb usually knew in the mirror started to shift.
For the heat was stronger than ever as it invaded his head, his face shifting as his rugged good looks gave way to soft, feminine ones. His stubble receded, leaving his chin completely smooth.
His eyes became almond-shaped, his nose shrunk, and his lips filled up even as a high-pitched, very feminine moan escaped his lips. Meanwhile, his hair began to fall down his head, his once lighter locks turning jet black.
“Wh-Wha…” Caleb almost couldn’t believe the soft voice escaping his changed lips. It was enough to prevent him from saying much at all as the transformation continued.
“There we go, now you look like your typical Asian student, no? Though since you’ll be a good example of the opposite, I still have a lot of work to do.”
More warmth rushed through Caleb, his black hair instantly losing its new color as it was bleached blonde.
Amy laughed as she studied the terrified boy.
“Such a pretty face. You’ll definitely get a lot of attention this way!”
Caleb’s face was a heavenly vision of foxy allure, between his plump, glossy, kissable lips and his cute little, upturned button nose.
His exotic, slanted eyes were enhanced by the mascara and eyeliner he wore, to say nothing of the lavish lashes that complimented them.
Caleb winced as memories that shouldn’t have been his filled his head. Boys were checking her out at school, a few cat calls even reaching her ears.
He managed to pull free from the odd memories, though in doing so he was once again greeted with his face in the mirror. He looked like a complete stranger, like some trashy-
Another wave of memories struck. She spent so long in front of the mirror, making sure her hair and makeup was just right. It took a lot of work, but boy was it worth it to get so many guys checking her out.
Caleb’s spine arched as his waist and shoulders were both pinched in. At the same time his nipples puffed up before fat and breast tissue began filling out his chest, his rear also getting a fair boost as it too plumped up.
It only took a few seconds for his muscular physique to be replaced by a perfect hourglass figure.
“You know, Kylie.” Caleb shuddered as Amy spoke his new name aloud. “If you really want to talk to Mr. Andrews, you’d better dress properly.
You’re a pretty girl and he is a man, after all, and well, a little flash of your tits won’t cause any harm.”
She reached into her bag and threw a top and bra over to Caleb, who instinctively caught them.
“Come on, get dressed.”
Kylie’s mind seemed to haze over for a second, for the next thing she knew she found herself already changed into her newly acquired clothing.
"H-How?” She looked over at Amy in disbelief, only to receive a creepy grin in response.
“Now to get you ready for Mr. Andrews. And maybe a date afterward.” She pulled out some lipstick as she closed the distance between the two of them. “Girls like you love to look your best.” With that she began spreading the hot pink substance all over Kylie’s pouty lips.
More memories rushed in. She was failing all of her classes, not that Caleb’s reality had been all that different. Still, this time her priorities were different. She’d at least tried to pay attention, but it was all so hard that it went right over her head. After making an effort, she’d simply given up; after all, she could usually count on her looks along to get her through any situation.
She puckered her lips as Amy continued applying the lipstick, only to gasp as she tried to pull away. That was right, she was a man! Why the hell would she be wearing makeup?
“Please, you have to change me back!” She begged.
“I’ll do anything!”
“Even make out with Brad?” Amy answered without missing a beat.
“What!? No way! I’m not gay! Especially for that asshole!” Kylie squealed in disgust.
“Thou doth protest too much, Kylie,” Amy declared. “Besides, you’re a girl now. A very horny, needy girl.”
“After all, you did want to end the stereotype of all Asian girls being super serious workaholics, right?”
She kept speaking, but Kylie found it harder and harder to keep up with what she was saying. The heat had gathered in her mind, and all of the sudden her thoughts seemed so much harder to piece together, like a thick syrup was slowing everything to a halt.
And that heat was too much. Before she knew it, Kylie was unbuttoning her top. She unbuttoned the whole thing, letting her growing breasts breathe a little more. Yet it wasn’t enough to sate her, her groin growing warm as well.
Amy smirked. “See? You’re a sexy, slutty girl who happily struts her stuff! Let’s not pretend like you aren’t aroused by the idea of Brad taking you.”
Kylie wanted to protest, but it was growing harder by the second.
Her breasts kept growing, the pleasure within them almost too much to bear. Though the sensation of her penis shriveling away and making way for her new genitals felt divine as well, the pleasure so good that she barely recognized the loss she’d incurred.
And then, it stopped.
“Oh Kylie, you poor thing,” Amy said. “Why are you like this? If you fail every class, how do you hope to graduate? Well, maybe if you meet a rich husband you might be all set, but-”
“F-Fuck you, witch!” Kylie screamed. “Even with my grades, I can still get a scholarship thanks to football!”
“Is that so? Well, we can’t have that, now can we?” Amy giggled to herself. “No need to be good at sports anymore, Kylie. In fact, let’s make sure that you’re awful at them, that you really are a complete ditzy klutz when it comes to sports. Trying to throw a football just ends with it hitting your boobs more often than not. Not that anyone would complain seeing that.”
“N-No…” Kylie whimpered as she felt her knowledge of sports leaving her. She tried to focus on it, but focusing on much of anything at all was becoming a feat. The way her breasts felt nice bouncing whenever she even so much as moved was becoming hard to ignore, and with so many distractions she had little hope of putting up much of a fight.
Still, another memory emerged. “But I’m, like, good at cheerleading, right?”
Amy snorted. “With those?” With a snap of her fingers, Kylie’s chest ballooned into full Double D cups as more memories filled her emptying head.
It had been a struggle, but she’d managed to fit into her cheerleading uniform. After starting in her freshman year, she’d been determined to cheer throughout all of high school; it did certainly get her plenty of attention.
Though after her growth spurt had hit, it had become quite a challenge. The cheer squad had bursted into giggles after seeing her hop onto the field with her newly enhanced “assets,” after all.
With every jump and leap, her chest would bounce wildly, rubbing her big, erect nipples against the soft fabric around them. And as the movements became more complex, it became far too hard to keep up and she was left a panting mess.
“You really think you can be one of us with tits like those?”
The words resounded even as Kylie returned to the present, Amy grinning as she looked at her chest.
“So big and bouncy! The boys must love them.
You know, I’m so happy for you.”
She said with malice lacing her voice.
“You’ve become quite the beauty, haven’t you?”
Part of Kylie wanted to agree with Amy, wanted nothing more than to admire her tits and spend a nice night with Brad in bed.
Another part, however, had other ideas.
“No!” She snapped. “Like, fix this now!”
Amy cocked her head to the side. “Fix what?”
Kylie pouted. What was wrong again? It was so hard to remember. “You know! Like, look at me. I’ve got tits and stuff.”
“Yes you do. They’re very nice tits.”
“Thanks-wait, n-no! They aren’t mine!”
Amy giggled. “I beg to differ. Those are definitely yours.”
Kylie frowned. She did remember the growth spurt, and how many bras she’d gone through while they’d finished filling-
“Y-You know what I mean! You gave me these.”
“Guilty as charged.”
“Now give me my old body back.”
“Why would you want me to do that? I mean, you weren’t bad before, but even I’m a little stunned at how good you look. You love those tits, don’t you?”
She grinned as she whispered into the girl’s ears. “Come on, Kylie, give them some love.”
Before she knew it, Kylie was caressing the large, soft mounds, a distant smile coming to her lips.
“There we go. I mean you call them tits, but given your new personality, I think boobies sounds better.”
“M-My boobies...w-wait, that isn’t-”
“Well, it seems you’re just about ready.”
The airhead blinked. “Ready?”
“Well, duh. You’ve been preparing for this for almost two hours now. Brad’s going to be so happy to see you.”
More memories bombarded Kylie’s mind. Brad had asked her out, the boy who’d once been Caleb’s rival now the target of her affections. She stood there, stunned silent as Amy placed a hand on the girl’s back.
“Something wrong?” She looked deep into her eyes, surprised that even a little of Caleb still remained within. Still, she didn’t mind; she was happy he’d be there, watching his, or rather, her new life play out.
Still, there was none of Caleb to be seen as Kylie giggled. “Nope! Like, thanks for helping me get ready, Amy! I’ll totes let you know how the night goes.”
She then gasped. “N-No! I’m, like, not into guys.”
“Oh, you definitely are. You love the way they eat you up with their eyes, and when they actually start touching you? Girl, you can’t help yourself.” Amy shook her head and cupped Kylie’s breasts. A feminine gasp escaped as the warm hands squeezed the girl’s chest. Her body was so sensitive, and the pleasure, combined with Amy’s words, left Kylie suddenly interested in men.
“Well, we really do need to have a chat with Mr. Andrews, but that can wait until tomorrow. I suppose I can let you have your fun first.” With a snap of her fingers, Amy unlocked the door. She then gave Kylie a slap on her plump ass. “Now get going! Brad awaits!”
Kylie took a few steps into the hallway and blinked. A voice within screamed to escape, to run off and find someone who could deal with this messed up situation.
It urged her forward, though she went slower than she’d like; her swaying hips and high heels made walking hard for the ditzy girl, to say nothing of her constantly being distracted by all sorts of random thoughts.
And then came the biggest distraction of all.
“Hey, babe. Been waiting for you.”
Before her stood the person Caleb hated most in school. And yet, it was the exact opposite for Kylie. Butterflies field her stomach as she looked over at the man, her nipples hard and her pussy wet as she simply gazed upon his toned, muscular body.
A moan escaped her lips as Brad moved behind her and touched her rear. She knew he’d touched her many times, yet it never stopped feeling like the first for the lovestruck ditz. Even the simple feeling of his hands roughly cupping her tight ass was like a drug to her, and she wanted more...
And as she reveled in that feeling, the final changes locked in.
Her daddy had always thought she’d grow up to be a smart woman to continue his work, but her obsession with the more vain elements of American culture had influenced her a bit too much.
The books he bought her remained untouched, not like the fashion magazines she readily consumed.
He watched her glue her eyes to the TV when all of those trashy shows came on, watched her follow celebrities like they were the primary subject of school. It hadn’t taken long until she’d been molded into a typical teen bimbo.
Her dad had almost had a stroke when he’d seen her as a blonde for the first time, but he’d eventually accepted this was how things were. After all, though she wasn’t what he’d hoped she’d be, Kylie still was his little girl, as silly as she could be.
Kylie whimpered, arousal flowing through her at Brad’s touch. A tiny bit of disgust, shame, and fear remained within Caleb, but that didn’t matter, not with Kylie’s pussy begging for action.
It was Brad though...the one she ha...no, the one she loved...no, she had to-
A squeak filled the air as Brad pulled her into a kiss.
It took only a second before she was kissing back, a coo leaving her lips once they were free.
“Brad, you, like, finally came!” She squealed in her sexy voice. She was so turned on right now, and considering the bulge in his jeans, so too was he.
“And you totes will again!” She giggled as she kissed him again, all the while guiding her hand down to his groin.
The sound of a zipper being opened resounded throughout the hall.
The End
Al, thank you for the help!
Thanks for Watching!