The Seven Ex-Girlfriends of Jonas [Multi TG] - Part 2

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Jonas tries to use magic to lay a curse on his seven ex-girlfriends for dumping him, but the magic backfires. Now, he is forced to become them each in turn for a day and feels compelled to act as they would.

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Part 2 - Blonde Bimbo

“Uuuuugh, my head. I haven’t been this hungover in, like, forever...”

I raised a hand to my pounding hair and found a tangle of slightly brittle hair there. I blinked, clearing my clear vision and found a curtain of bleached blonde hair in the way. 

“Guess I’m not Nari anymore.”

My voice didn't sound like Nari either, and my body certainly didn’t feel like Nari’s. I pushed my long, blonde hair out of the way and looked down at myself. I was wearing the skimpiest negligee I’d ever seen. It was basically see-through and barely reached my thigh; the only thing keeping it on was two spaghetti thin straps over my shoulders. Long, perfectly shaved legs stretched out before me, manicured nails, and perfect skin, and, of course, the most noticeable thing of all, a pair of big, obviously fake, round tits. 

“Oh God, I’m totally Heather!”

My bimbo of an ex; she couldn’t name more than ten states of the country or figure out how to put petrol in her car, but damn, did she have the kind of body that made you not care about those things. I sprung up, feeling my new curves bounce with me as I went. Being in Nari’s body had been strange enough, but Heather had more than twice the jiggle. I looked down at my new boobs with fascination; they were just so…there. What was the word? Premonition? Promenade? Prominent! That was it. 

“Ooooh!” I giggled, poking one gently and watching as it jiggled in response. 

I cupped them both, lifting and playing just to watch them move and laughed in delight.

“Damn, Nari was hot, but Heather is HAWT!”

For some reason, that dumb little joke made me giggle again, and I ran over to the mirror to pose a few more times. The compulsions were harder to fight, maybe because I didn’t feel as smart anymore. Did I have some of Heather's brain? 

“Omigosh, that’s like, so weird…”

I bent over to examine my ass, I could see it through the sheer fabric. The G-strip I had on hid nothing either. 

“So pretty…What, Jonas, what the fuck is wrong with you!?”

At least when I was in Nari’s body, I was able to resist these urges. This time, I’d gotten out of bed and basically immediately started acting like my ditzy ex. 

“No, you’re not falling into this again,” I told my reflection sternly. “You are getting dressed, going to the library and fixing this!”

I couldn’t spend a whole week living as my exes, it would be a total nightmare! Just like my hair right now. I pulled a strand of the bleached hair out to the side and grimaced.

“Well…I guess I could at least look nice while I read…”

I ran my hands over the smoothness of my face, down to the flat stomach and then back up to the unfamiliar chest. My mind should have been racing with thoughts, but instead, all I could focus on was how...natural it felt to feel my chest moving and butt bouncing as I skipped over to the wardrobe. Inside were clothes that screamed femininity—skirts, dresses, cute tops, high heels, and so, so much pink. My stomach twisted, but not in the way I expected. There was a curiosity, a strange pull, to try them on. Like I was supposed to. I remembered Heather had some jeans and regular shirts. I should have tried to find those and dressed as masculinely as possible, but my hands were already rifling through the hangers. I pulled out a pink mini-skirt and a white singlet top that seemed just my- no, her, size.

I should have felt embarrassed as I slipped them on. The skirt hugged my hips and was barely thicker than my arm. All it would take was a stiff breeze, and I’d be showing off my thong and ass to everybody in the area. The singlet wasn't much better, it clung to the soft curves of my chest and was so low cut that I could slip a nipple if I wasn't careful. I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my chest rise and fall, and looked at myself in the mirror again. I should have felt wrong, but I didn’t. I spun a little, watching the skirt twirl around my thighs. I actually…liked it.

“Gurl, you look so cute! Oh! Where are those strappy heels? They would totes go perfectly with this!”

I cringed listening to myself. What was happening to me?

The makeup bag caught my eye on the dresser. I’d never once in my life thought about makeup, but now, the idea of putting some on felt like second nature, especially after my day as Nari. Before I knew it, I was sitting down, applying lipstick, mascara, blush—even eyeshadow. My fingers worked with a precision I didn’t know I had like I had done this a hundred times before.

I felt ridiculous, yet I couldn't stop smiling. The earrings came next—small hoops that made me feel delicate and feminine. I brushed my blonde hair till it was neat and full of gentle, bouncy waves. Something clicked when I stood up and looked in the mirror this time. I was supposed to feel embarrassed, to panic about what it meant to be in this body, but instead, I felt...good. Better than good, actually. I felt confident.

I grabbed a pair of strappy heels, sliding them on like I’d worn them my whole life, and walked toward the door without a single wobble. The click of the heels on the hardwood floor sent a thrill through me, and before I could second-guess myself, I opened the door and stepped outside. I felt the natural sway of my hips and the bump of my crests as my arms swung past them. I tried to stop, to walk normally but it just felt so wrong. 

The warm air brushed against my exposed skin as I walked, and I felt eyes on me. A group of women passed by, giving me smiles of admiration and jealousy.

“Gurl, you lookin’ fire!” One yelled. I giggled in delight, my cheeks burning with embarrassment as I waved back. I didn’t trust myself enough to open my gloss-coated mouth. 

Men glanced my way too, some doing double takes, their eyes lingering on my legs, my figure. It made me wet between my legs, knowing how I could turn heads. At least when I was Nari, 

‘Stop it, Jonas.’ I thought. ‘Get a hold of yourself and get to that library…’

I strutted past them, hips swaying, with that same airheaded smile on my face. Every time I reset my features to be more serious, I’d get distracted, and the next thing I knew, that dumb grin was back, wider than ever. 

“Come on, Jonas…” I pouted, trying to focus on making my face stern and serious as usual. 

I didn’t even realise where I was until I heard somebody clearing their throat expectantly. I looked up and realised I was standing in the middle of a Starbucks.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I was look’n for the library.”

There were snickers from the people in line behind me and embarrassment swirled in my gut. The barista behind the desk just raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

“Well, this isn’t the library so…do you want coffee?”

My tongue tingled, and I could feel the words forming against my will. I did my best to clamp them down. I was going to order black coffee. Just say black coffee, come on Jonas, how hard is it to say-

“Vanilla iced latte with sprinkles and caramel sauce please!”

…that was like, the total opposite of black coffee! 

I stood there, trying hard to scowl at my painted nails while I watched the barista make the monstrosity of a drink. It was piled high with cream and probably had more sugar than coffee in it. I felt almost criminal as I paid and picked it up, fully intending to drop it in the bin right outside and continue on to the library to find answers. But my hands acted before my brain (that was happening a lot today), and I took a sip.

“Oh wooooooow.” I moaned. It was so sweet and tasty, I couldn’t help it!

Whipped cream stuck to my nose as I leaned in closer to drink more.

“So yummy!”

“You’re the yummiest thing ‘round here, sweetheart!”

The voice made me jump, and I looked rapidly from left to right in a flurry till my eyes found the source. A man was leaning out the side of his pickup truck’s window with a cocky grin on his face. Instantly, I flashed back to how Heather and I met. I basically did the same thing, except at a bar. Now, being on the receiving end of that attention, though, it felt…wrong. That didn't stop a thrill of excitement going through me, though. A man liked me! I found myself giggling again and giving him a wave, ashamed of how happy his attention made me. I forced my head down and quickened my pace. I needed to get to that library and put a stop to this. Now.

The library was quiet, with only the occasional rustling of pages or soft tap of fingers on keyboards breaking the silence. I walked in, my heels clicking on the tiled floor, echoing through the space. It felt surreal to be here, dressed like this. I half-expected someone to point and laugh, the librarian looked me up and down and shook her head a little to herself, but otherwise didn’t say anything. 

I wandered through the aisles, trailing my fingers along the spines of the books, still trying to wrap my head around everything. The cool air-conditioning brushed against my exposed legs, reminding me just how short this skirt was. I felt another twinge of that odd embarrassment, but at the same time, I couldn’t deny the rush of excitement that came with it. Knowing that a loose nail could expose me to the world at any moment. 

“So…where do I, like, even start?”I asked myself. Did libraries have magic sections?  I could go ask that librarian, but I got the impression she’d tell me to leave. 

I peered at one of the shelves, trying to make sense of the sorting system, when I felt someone step up behind me. There was a presence, a warmth that made the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I turned, and there he was—tall, broad-shouldered, with tousled brown hair and a smile that could melt steel. He wore a casual button-down, his sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. God, what was wrong with me? Since when did I notice somebody’s forearms, let alone find them attractive?

"Do you need a hand with that?" 

His voice sent a shiver down my spine. 

 "Oh, uh... omigosh, yes! Totes!" I giggled, realising too late how ridiculous I sounded. I couldn't help it. The words just slipped out. My brain yelled at me to pull it together, but my mouth had other plans.

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he reached up and grabbed the book for me. His arm brushed against mine, and I felt a tingle shoot up my spine.

"Here you go," he said, handing me the book. "You're, um, new around here, aren't you?"

I blushed, looking down at my outfit. It didn't exactly scream bookworm. 

"Yeah, like, totally new! I’m just, you know, exploring and stuff." I gave him a wide-eyed, almost exaggerated smile, and it hit me that I was flirting. What was I doing? And why did it have to feel so good?

He leaned against the bookshelf, his gaze still locked on me, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

 "I’m Jake," he said, offering his hand.

“Heather.” I giggled. 

"Well, Heather, you’ve certainly brightened up this section of the library."

"Oh my gosh, stop!" I said, playfully swatting at his arm. "You're, like, too sweet!" 

My brain screamed, ‘What are you doing?!’ but I couldn’t stop. Every word that came out of my mouth was more bubbly than the last, and I didn’t hate it. In fact, I loved it. His eyes crinkled when he smiled, and he was leaning just a little too close. It was just like when I was Nari, the attention was intoxicating. All thoughts of finding…whatever it was I came here for were fading fast. The thoughts slipped out of my brain like sand through fingers. But the way Jake looked at me like he couldn’t get enough made it impossible to stop.

"So, what brings you to the library, Heather? Looking for something specific, or just… browsing?"

"Oh, you know, just, like, looking for something super interesting to read! But, like, I don’t even know where to start, you know?" I twirled a lock of hair around my finger, biting my lip. Where was this coming from? I was acting like a total ditz. Like Heather. Only worse! Even Heather was never this much of a bimbo.  

“You know, there is a quiet room at the back of the library,” Jake said. “A place where two people could read more…intimately.”

“How do two people read intimately?” I asked, blinking only to then feel my face turn beet red. “Oh a-are you talking about…about doin’ stuff?”

Jake laughed and nodded; heat flared inside me. Oh…Oh, I wanted that; b-but I couldn’t! I couldn’t have sex with another man, not even with this amazing, curvy, sexy body. Not even with my pussy burning with want. It was embarrassing enough cumming as Nari, but to actually let this strong man hold me up against the shelves and pound into me…oh fuck just thinking about it made me throb with want. 

Without thinking, my legs began to move. Following this stranger back to the library, My heart pounded in my chest, both with excitement and terror. I couldn’t do this, oh, but I wanted to. I was so conflicted I could barely think straight, or maybe that was the new bimbo nature. My hands tried to curl into fists but instead tightened around the book Jake had grabbed me. I looked down at it and froze, ‘Modern Spells’, it wasn't the book I'd started all this with, but it looked similar. Maybe I was misremembering, but the author looked similar, too; this could have the answers I needed. 

It took so much more effort than I would ever admit, but I managed to pull my hand out of Jake's.

“I’m uh, so sorry, but I totally forgot I’m late.”

“For what?”

“Uhhhh, a hair appointment. Those are so hard to reschedule haha anyway, uh, nice to meet you!”

The words shot out like bullets, and I didn't trust myself to stay. Jake’s presence alone made my knees weak and my pussy wet. But I couldn’t let these urges control me, at least not to that degree. I could handle the humiliation of giggling and twirling my finger in my hair, but not sleeping with another man. I found an empty table in clear sight of other people to help deter any more…naughty behaviour, then cracked open the book. Immediately, I was hit with a wave of boredom. Words blurred together on the page, and I had to fight the compulsion to snap the book shut again. Heather always hated reading. 

Reading the confusing mix of Latin and ye old English had been difficult the first time. Now it was like pulling teeth. Eventually, though, I found the section I needed: magical spell effects and a stone formed in my stomach.

“Once a spell has been cast, it cannot be undone…” I whispered, running my fingers along the text. “It must run its course…Oh God, I am stuck like this.”

I stared at the page in horror. The only way I was ever going to get back to normal was to let the spell finish, which meant living a day as each of my exes in turn. Compelled to act like them and live their lives, unable to tell anybody. I thought back to how hard it had been to fight off Nari’s vanity and Heather’s high sex drive; I still had five more girlfriends to go! I glanced up and watched as a handsome blonde man walked past the library; my pussy throbbed in response. Something told me I wouldn’t be able to get through this with my dignity totally intact.