I thought that he is alone since a week and maybe I can take a chance to seduce him and win. The thought of going with him sitting and clinging to him...on his bike made me wet with a sudden gush. I was excited since morning. Hurriedly ate something. Took bath, and sat in front of mirror to dress. I wore a sleeveless black cotton chikan work churidar. I looked in the mirror and as the neck of top was deep, the top of bra was visible giving a bad look. I thought changing. Saree would not be good. But when you put the whole program together, maybe… Chapter 2 Did I dare? Did I think about the Bimbo Factory? Yep. All the time. I’ll admit it – it became an obsession. Did I want to be a bimbo? No. Did I want all the cute guys to want me? You bet. But I couldn’t possibly… I mean… Really…. How would I explain it to my friends or family? Nah… But every time I’d think about it I’d get wet and turned on. At work, I’d go in the restroom and play with my clit. I’d try to be quiet so I wouldn’t. Her white shorts were see-through where they touched her skin and as my eyes reached her crotch, it looked like she was wearing panties the same colour as her skin. Either that or she was freshly shaved because she had dark hair and I couldn’t see any colour showing through her shorts. My eyes must have lingered a bit long there because she giggled, and as I looked at her face she gave me a crooked smile and there was that knowing look again. Once again, I was trying to conceal a raging. ” Everybody laughed at what had just happened, whereas I felt confused. On the one hand, I was relieved that Uncle Joe hadn’t deliberately given me the lingerie, but on the other I was sad that I would have to give it back. I had already formed thoughts about wearing it in my room later that evening. It had been a long time since I’d enjoyed that delicate feeling of being feminine. “Good God, man”, exclaimed Mr. Green to Uncle Joe, “He’s not a Sissy boy you know.” “Indeed, not one of those.