Yuki found herself outside the home of Pastor Michael Ferguson, fire and brimstone pastor who was not so subtly a racist. He condemned everything that he didn’t personally approve of having under his thumb. His wife, Wilma, wasn’t much different and incredibly jealous of anyone with an appearance that would draw her husband’s eye. Which is why she enjoyed sending her daughter Olivia away because of her overly curvaceous figure.
These two would not be a problem much longer, as Yuki entered the master bedroom alongside Olaf Uggrson. The two split from each other and went to the dressers and closets next to the separate beds the Fegusons slept in, Yuki to Michael’s and Olaf to Wilma’s.
Olaf was a big man, both in height and girth, but the women of his family were known to be incredibly thin and tall. This was reflected as Olaf dressed himself in the conservative nightwear of Wilma. Thin, svelte really, and beautiful was the woman who pushed Wilma from the bed in a daze. Wilma never noticed and instead left the house. “Oh… darling…” Elsa Ferguson, former supermodel from Sweden moaned as she felt an absence by her side, despite knowing they slept in separate beds.
Meanwhile, Yuki was dressing herself in the night clothes of Michael Ferguson, who groaned as he got out of the bed in a trance. Yuki laid down and shivered as the two beds ground against the ground as they slid together, the two night stands moving to the outer sides of the now conjoined bed.
Julian Ferguson wrapped his arm around his wife Elsa, who sighed in appreciation. Slightly awake, Julian nuzzled her blonde hair before falling back asleep.
Elsewhere, Olivia Ferguson was curled up and crying in her dorm of Whitelace Academy. Her day had been horrible. All of the girls, even the teachers, mocked her for her figure! She couldn’t help she was voluptuous, that she was sinfu- “Hrrk!” Olivia covered her mouth as she felt nausea and vertigo as the dorm swirled around her. She got up from her bed and raced into the bathroom to vomit.
A knock at the door. “Olivia, sweetie? Are you all right?” Her mother Elsa asked in her usual accent.
“I’m fine mama. Just had a nightmare.” The door opened and Elsa came in, wetting a hand towel to wipe her daughter’s face.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Olivia nodded. “You and daddy sent me away! Because I’m so…” she gently hefted her breasts. “Because I made the family look bad when daddy was running for mayor! Because daddy… LOOKED at me!” Olivia began to sob in fear from her ‘dream’
“Oh sweetie.” Elsa wrapped her daughter in her arms. “We would never do that. Daddy isn’t running for mayor anytime soon, I promise you. And even if he was, we would never send you away.” Gently, Elsa guided Olivia to her feet and to her bedroom. “You are a beautiful woman and the Lord has blessed you with an amazing body.”
“Thank you mama.”
“I’m a little jealous. I would have loved your figure when I was your age!”
“Mama!” Olivia hit her mother with a pillow, both laughing.
Elsa kissed Olivia’s head. “Good night sweetie. Church in the morning, daddy will need our support.” She tucked her daughter in and went back to bed, her husband awake and waiting for her. “Nightmare. You were some parody of a preacher lusting after his own daughter. We sent her away because we became political.”
Julian sighed. “Probably was one of those dicks who shove their opinions down people’s throats too.” Elsa kissed her husband deeply. “What was that for?”
“For being you.” She snuggled into the arms of her husband, the Ferguson house sleeping peacefully.
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Abigail Glen had been a college student before being replaced, though taking a gap year at home to figure out if she wanted to switch schools and majors. The reason is because of the sorority she had chosen to join, which advertised itself as ‘a supportive home for all academic endeavors empowering women everywhere’.
In reality it was the popular girl’s club where the cattiest and bitchiest banded together to stay catty and bitchy and learn to manipulate people with their bodies. Though Abigail had survived the hazing to join them, it was still hazing and she could feel herself becoming more and more comfortable around the sorority, which scared her. She’d get any career she wanted at the low cost of her self-respect and personal identity.
All of those fears were far from Abigail’s mind though as she entered the home of Lucy Corinth, professional bimbo. Lucy was as far from Abigail as could be, having no goals in life whatsoever, just having fun. She only intended to finish high school because no one wanted a drop out and she was not doing a GED.
Abigail entered Lucy’s room and put on her clothes, Lucy herself leaving the mall where she was waiting to meet up with her best friend and fellow bimbo Lizzie Black.
Abby Corinth shook her head, then got ready to head to the mall. She was the one running late after all. After making sure she looked good, she hopped in her car (Lucy having been driven) and drove off considering where to go for college. She fully intended to be the Elle Woods of her friend group, a bimbo but self-sufficient. Thankfully she’d done research on sororities that interested her and fit her style, knowing which ones were full of catty bitches and which weren’t.
Lucy meanwhile found her way to a place that felt like a second home, or at least had been in ten minutes prior, the home of Lizzie Black. Lizzie was a fellow bimbo who embraced the lifestyle to the point of wanting to be a submissive housewife. Perhaps a combination of the veritably ancient Elizabeth mixed with the mindset of Bobbi Black, Lizzie had gone full in on the ‘no thoughts, head empty’ ideal of a submissive bimbo wife. So when Lucy dressed herself from Lizzie’s closet, not much had changed to make Lucy Black beyond her breasts growing.
“Oh, my honey is gonna, like, totally love these!” Lucy Black exclaimed when her memories of using a Wishing Stone caught up with her. Lizzie, of course, left the mall she had been visiting in search of a new life. Her second new life and third over all, and hopefully one that she would enjoy.
Finding her way to the Meshida household, Lizzie made her way the master bedroom and put on the clothes of the matriach, Kasumi Meshida. Kasumi, for her part, carefully set down the bags of groceries in her house and blankly left the house. Her replacement was Chiko Meshida, loving housewife and recovering gyaru girl.
Gyaru is a form of Japanese subculture among girls that is visually similar to the Western bimbo. Blonde hair, big boobs, and tan skin with a sexual attitude. A perfect fit for the hammered in bimbo attitude Chiko had gotten by replacing Bobbi Black. The traditional housewife carries over from Elizabeth and makes sense for a gyaru girl to calm down.
Normally it would be more pronounced, but Chiko’s husband Shinji had just gotten up from his cubicle in a daze, as Sharon Glen had entered the bedroom just as Chiko went to the kitchen to put away the groceries. Sharon was a pretty open minded woman for a stay at home mom, which transferred over to her new life as a Japanese salaryman in America.
Shirou Meshida still altered the house to match an antique Japanese building, but instead of forcing the culture it was to have a solid reminder of home. He made his way to the kitchen and hugged his wife from behind.
<Shirou! Why are you back?> Chiko asked.
Shirou kissed her cheek. <Can’t I take a break? It’s nice to not work 17 hours a day.>
Chiko turned around and gave her husband a chaste kiss. <Eri’s out with friends. She’s…> She trailed off with a said sigh on her overly tanned face.
<A lot like you?> Shirou chuckled. <Let her have her fun. You did.> He gave her another kiss, made himself a sandwich, and left back for work.
Yes, the Meshida household was all right. Other lives were still changing…
