In this dream Felicia was not Felicia, and neither was she dressed in black; she was Seemo again, dumb and ditzy Seemo. Seemo was dressed in her cheerleader attire, short skirt and a t-shirt so tight that her ample, c-cup breasts looked that much bigger; and walking towards cheerleader practice was she. As she walked, Seemo could not help but feel aroused; she was thinking about a recent “love session” she just had, dressed in her cute uniform. “Like, so good,” She thought, rejoicing at how very good it felt to be a bubbly, bimbo cheerleader. “Like, so horny,” Dream Seemo cooed.

Suddenly, she found herself in front of several girls of equally long and blonde crowns, breasts as big or bigger than Seemo’s, and all dressed just like bimbo cheerleaders. Seemo could also see, herded between the many blonde girls, three other girls, scared looks on their shadowed faces, dressed in black – Goth attires – each embracing the other for comfort and protection. Seemo stared at them, her face showing a bit of disgust, before a smile, a very naughty and evil-looking smile, showed itself.

“Like, so totally ugly,” Seemo said with a singsong tune to her voice, one hand on her hip and the other softly placed on her chin, “We, like, need so change that.”

The army of bimbo cheerleaders nodded and giggled in agreement as they advanced towards the weeping and crying Goth trio.

Seemo watched this while giggling and caressing her uniformed body with great detachment, “Rip off those, like, ugly clothes,” She commanded with a merry yet disturbing laugh.

“No, please… No!” The trio wept and pleaded, their clothes being ripped off as many a hand caressed their faces, breasts, legs, sexes, and arms. Giggles echoed here and there. The army of bimbos stepped away as Seemo walked towards the naked and fearful girls, giggling all the way. “You look so cute without those, like, ugly clothes on,” She teased, licking her lips and staring at the girls, all who were too afraid to stare back.

“But you’ll look even cuter dressed like this!” Seemo cheered, pointing towards her tight and oversexed outfit, giggling, “You’ll all get to be, like, bimbo cheerleaders, isn’t that, like, so cool!?” Several background giggles echoed. For just a moment, one of the girls was able to break away from the others’ embrace and stared at Seemo’s outfit, her tear-stained face showing terror at the idea now coursing through her mind.

“Oh,” Seemo said playfully, “I see you, like, don’t like my cute idea; that can be, like, fixed.” Seemo giggled and sat on a tall, pink chair, staring at the army of bimbo cheerleaders, the latter who were separating the screaming Goths from each other and forcing them to stare at Seemo.

Seemo lifted her extremely short skirt to reveal a pair of cute, tight, extremely girly, pink undergarments, “Like, stare at my panties,” Seemo whispered, the Goth girls forced to kneel and watch at pink items by the army of bimbo cheerleaders, many a manicured hand caressing their pale bodies, and their arms held tightly behind their backs.

“So nice and pink,” Seemo cooed, drawing circles with a pink-nailed finger on her pink-covered sex, the girls helpless not to look away, “You, like, love pink panties, don’t you?”

“Y-Y-Yes,” The three girls managed to say, feeling the words forcefully escaping their lips, while hands not their own worked on their pale breasts and increasingly needy sexes, their eyes staring at the pink items blankly.

“Oh, you do, like, love pink panties so very much,” Seemo said with a huge smile, her finger still drawing circles and spirals over her increasingly aroused, pink-covered sex, “Because they are so very cute!”

“Yes,” The three girls said, absentmindedly, in unison, foreign hands softly caressing their virgin sexes and soft breasts, and happy giggles filling their ears.

“If they are so cute, and, like, you like them so very much,” Seemo whispered merrily, her fingers still circling and touching her pink panties and pink-covered sex, “You should, like, wear them!”

“Yes?” They said, questioning the new reality filling their brains.

“Of course, sillies,” Seemo said, staring even deeper at the girls’ eyes and catching them shudder at the world ‘sillies’, “You all like wearing, like, pink, girlish panties and bras and stuff! You, like, love so much to wear pink! You love to feel pink, like, covering your pussies and titties! Don’t you?” “We… do…” Chanted the now very entranced, and very empty-minded girls; the sound of giggles filling their melting minds.

“You love how, like, they feel on your silly pussies and dumb titties,” Seemo kept of saying, filling the heads of the three former-Goth girls with her ideas, “Girly, frilly, and, like, always so pink! That is what you can, like, only wear; only thing that can, like, grace your pussies and titties.”

“Only pink,” The girls whispered, their hands now helping the army of bimbo cheerleaders caress their own bodies.

“And you love so much, like, to wear pink, because it makes you, like, so totally horny,” Seemo moaned at her own words, her fingers circling slower and slower on her pussy-covering panties, giggles escaping her lips, “Wearing pink makes you, like, so horny, yes?”

“Yes,” They said, softly, “Yes.”

The army of bimbo cheerleaders giggled and laughed at the three victims they were touching, some, if not most, falling to Seemo’s words and spell.

“Repeat, like, after me. I like pink,” Seemos ordered, smiling and moaning.

“We like pink,” The three now horny girls repeated, some of the bimbo cheerleaders joining in the chant.

“You, like, love pink.” Seemo repeated with a soothing voice.

“We love pink.” They repeated, more bimbo cheerleaders joining in the chant.

“You only wear pink,” Seemo said.

“We only wear pink,” The decreasingly Goth girls said, the voices of the bimbo cheerleaders echoing behind theirs.

“Pink, like, covering your pussies and titties,” Seemo said, squirming.

“Pink, like, covering our pussies and titties,” The trio and now all of the cheerleaders chanted.

“So girly and pink,” Seemo said.

“So girly and pink,” They chanted

“So, like, arousing,” Seemo soothed.

“Arousing,” They repeated.

“Only thing you, like, wear,” Seemo said, smiling at her own undergarments.

“Only thing we, like, wear,” They all said.

“Pink makes you horny,” Seemo said, feeling the truth to that statement.

“Pink makes us, like, horny,” They all said, once again.

“So horny you can’t think,” One voice said.

“So horny we can’t think,” Many voices repeated.

“Yes, just, like, a bimbo,” Seemo giggled.

“Yes, just, like, a bimbo,” They repeated, now giggling.

“That is why you are, like, wearing pink, right?” Seemo said with a devilish grin, suddenly stopping circling her pink-covered and wet sex.

Suddenly the three girls realized they had, on their young and pale bodies, panties, pink and tight, just like Seemo’s, and bras, sexy and girly, equally pink and lacy. They moaned and panted as their fingers tried to touch their sexes through the material.

“Oh, yes, you are wearing pink,” Seemo said, “That means you are bimbos, right?”

“Yes,” The three girls replied, the bimbo cheerleaders growing quiet.

“Dumb,” Seemo said, matter-of-factly.

“Dumb” The three girls replied, the army of bimbo cheerleaders giggling.

“Horny,” Seemo stated.

“Horny” The girls repeated, absorbing and feeling such a truth.

“Pink,” Seemo moaned.

“Pink,” The girls moaned in response to Seemo’s moan.

“And if you are, like, bimbos, then you are, like, cheerleaders!” Seemo added.

“Cheerleaders,” They repeated cheerfully, smiles forming on their faces.

“You are cheerleaders,” Seemo replied; covering her pink, wet panties with her skirt.

“We are cheerleaders,” The trio said, now eagerly pleasing their sexes with the material covering them.

“Bimbo cheerleaders,” Seemo said, as the chair she sat on disappeared.

“Bimbo cheerleaders,” The once Goth girls repeated on a background of giggles and moans.

“And bimbo cheerleaders like us have to totally look like bimbo cheerleaders, right?” Seemo said, walking towards the girls.

“Yes,” They groaned happily.

Seemo signalled the girls to stand, licking her lips at the sight of the girly pink on the pale, thought bodies. “Like, happy, bubbly, bimbo cheerleaders.” Seemo said as she traced her fingers on one of the girl’s pink-covered breasts, “Just like us!”

The army of bimbo cheerleaders nodded and giggled and laughed in agreement, some masturbating through their pink panties, and others cheering about. The three girls all giggled.

“With, like, knee-high socks,” Seemo said, her eyes lazily on another girl’s breasts, “So cute and, like, high!”

The three girls moaned and shivered as each felt, out of nowhere, the caressing of cotton on their skins; white, knee-high socks, just like the ones Seemo mentioned and wore, materialized on each girls’ legs, covering them from the toes to the knees.

“Yes, it feels, like, so nice,” Seemo chirped as she bent down and began to caress the legs of two of the girls at the same time, “It is like if you, like, had a fetish!”

The girls moaned more and giggled even more.

“But you do have, like, a fetish and stuff,” Seemo said, standing up and staring at the three girls’ pink sexes; the sound of a moaning army as background music, “You have, like, a cheerleader fetish, that is why, like, you are so wearing, like, a cheerleader miniskirt.”

The three girls looked down and giggled, realizing that they were indeed wearing blue miniskirts; so short that you could see their pink-covered sexes, and so cute that any bimbo would wish to be the one wearing them. They then moaned at realizing that they indeed now had a very powerful fetish.

“Hmmm. So cute,” Seemo said with a smile, “That top feel so, like, good, too, doesn’t it?” Seemo asked, referring to the very tight and very pink garment that was covering the three girls’ bosoms, outlining them and enhancing them.

“Look at that,” Seemo said with extreme glee, “You all now look, like, so a cheerleader; but, your hair! It is not, like, bimboish at all. But that can be fixed!”

The three girls giggled and grabbed chunks of their black hair, watching as it got longer and longer and turning a very bright blonde colour.

“Now, like, you are bimbo cheerleader!” Seemo said, her voice accompanied by the cheering and giggling from the bimbo cheerleader army moaning about.

“So true!” Chirped one of the girls, groping and touching her uniformed body.

“Like, of course silly, we are dressed like bimbo cheerleaders, we must be, like, so bimbo cheerleaders!” Said another one with that strange yet cute impaired logic of a bimbo.

“I am, like, so horny,” Added the third girl, as she tried to feel her breasts through the combined layers of pink.

“But of course, silly,” Said Seemo happily, as she began to embrace the girls, “You are, like, so a bimbo cheerleader! You are always horny!”

“Always horny,” Chanted the army of bimbos with a giggle.

“Like, yeah!” The three once independent, smart and black-loving bimbos said in unison just when Seemo embraced and kissed them, the blonde-haired army of pink-and-blue-dressed girls began to touch and moan and giggle.

Felicia slowly woke from her dream – her nightmare, actually – feeling disgusted and scared and a little bit groggy (she had been sleeping for quite a while, after all). She found the situation, that in which she was a mindless bimbo and made more bimbos, appalling and terrifying; for, to once again become that girl of little mental power and pink-focused thoughts, was indeed a true nightmare.

Felicia stood from the chair she had sat on, not realizing how soaked it was with her own fluids, took the book she so loved reading and retired from the library. Though she did not admit it, Felicia found that nightmare of hers, the domination of the three girls and subsequent transformation into bimbos, the cheerleader outfits, and, more importantly, the pink underwear, to be extremely arousing. Suddenly she felt that much conscious of the pink undergarments that were constantly caressing her so very sensitive areas.

Two days after Felicia’s little dream-incident, two days after she finished her first book ever, and two days after she completely changed her wardrobe, Felicia walked towards cheerleading practice, not to actually jump and cheer as she used to do, but to finally severe all her ties with that secret, pink side underneath.

The morning of that day, Felicia had decided to dress to impress. She stood naked before the Glass of Vanity, holding in her hands one pink-coloured, heart-decorated bra and one equally pink thong. She still felt bad at been forced to wear such garments, but the sexual longing she felt for the garments eclipsed such worries and soon she found herself feeling the thin thong garment between her butt-cheeks and sex, and the heart-decorated bra resting on her ample bosom. Felicia began to absentmindedly caress her sex while pondering on what to wear next; she looked around and about her wardrobe and finally decided that she wanted, no; she needed to wear pantyhose along with such girly garments. The thought hit her as suddenly and as hard as the need to read books had; she soon stopped caressing her sex and was rummaging her decreasingly orderly wardrobe for a pair of pantyhose as black as the natural black-coloured cresses appearing on her crown; and when she found them, she quickly began to put them on, only to slow down as it went up her hairless legs. Felicia moaned and smiled at the smooth and soft feel of the pantyhose against her skin, suddenly feeling very, very aroused. She kept slowly pulling the hose up her feet until it reached her sex, she felt a moan escape her lips, and then covered her hips and waist. Felicia began to rub her feet together and caress her needy, pink-and-black-covered sex, rejoicing at how absolutely good it felt and how incredibly right it was.

Felicia kept doing so until one massive wave of extreme sexual pleasure hit her. She crawled on her bed, panted and moaned, her mind a bit foggy from the experience, and her body a bit weak from the pleasure. It took her some time, but eventually Felicia recovered and finished dressing with a loose-fitting t-shirt with the symbol of the Ahnk on it, a leather jacket over this t-shirt, black and red skirt, and a pair of combat-like boots.

Soon, Felicia was on her way to a familiar field.

Felicia turned around a corner and saw, at the distance, in that run-down field, a group of cheerleaders prancing around with their outfits and giggling like the bimbos they were. Felicia suddenly felt hate against the so-called friends that had banished her from their group just because she needed to be different; but that hate suddenly turned into a species of Machiavellian intent as she found herself grinning a the sudden thought of finally being able to sever here ties with such an air-headed group of bimbos.

One of the many blonde girls devised the dark, imposing shadow of the curvaceous figure of Felicia approaching them.

“Oh. My. Gawd!” The bimbo cheerleader shrieked, calling the attention of the many bimbos around to Felicia.

“Like, what are you doing here?” The bimbo cheerleader continued, hands on her hips, her body language a mockery of indignation.

“I am part of team, aren’t I?” Felicia said, once close enough to the grouping bimbos, her smile never wandering off her face, “I came to the practice.”

“Dressed in those ugly things!?” Another bimbo girl screamed with that mockery of indignity, cocking her hips from side to side and a finger pointing at the clothes she refers to, “You are not going to, like, cheer and stuff with those things!”

Felicia looked at the girl for a second, finding her strangely appealing and disgusting at the same time, “You know what?” She added, gesticulating towards the group of bimbos, “You are right!”

“Silly, of course I am right!” Said that second bimbo cheerleader, “I am, like, so totally right all the time.” She added.

“I don’t know about ‘all the time’,” Felicia said cheerfully with a tone designed to both mock and confuse them, “But for the first time in your life, you are right! I am not going to cheer in this clothes; I am not going to cheer at all, never again!”

Sounds of amazement and unbelief echoed in the groups for they could not just believe that they had, finally, lost their best and most pink, for lack of a better word, member.

“You bimbo lot have ruined my life,” Felicia said with disdain, hate, and enjoyment, “I am now better than you, and happier. You can keep your blonde hairs and pink outfits, for all I care, I am free.” Felicia smiled broadly, making a sudden movement in which her hands quickly moved in front of her body, snapping her fingers once her hands were stared by the group of bimbos; and turned around and left, head held high. Though, deep inside, Felicia now felt lonely.

All of the bimbo cheerleaders stared at the girl with the black clothing, and the increasingly black hair, stride away, all silent until Felicia disappeared from their sights.