Vignette "Mirror of Transformation" Post-Surgery Awakening and Bimbo Training (Patreon)

*Setting: A recovery room in the transformation clinic, the morning after Barbara's breast augmentation surgery. *

Barbara slowly regains consciousness, her mind groggy from the anesthesia. As her vision clears, she feels a heavy, tight sensation across her chest. She looks down to see bandages tightly wrapped around her, a dull pain pulsating beneath them.

Ms. Lacey enters the room, her usual impeccable self, carrying a mirror. "Good morning, Barbie. Ready to see the new you?"

Barbara, still disoriented, nods hesitantly. Ms. Lacey carefully removes the bandages, revealing Barbara's dramatically altered figure. Her breasts are now significantly larger, an 800cc augmentation that has completely transformed her upper body.

Barbara gasps at the sight. The implants are enormous, far larger than anything she'd imagined. They sit high on her chest, unnaturally round and firm, the epitome of the exaggerated bimbo aesthetic.

Ms. Lacey holds up the mirror for Barbara. "See, darling? You're a true bombshell now. Just what we aimed for."

Barbara looks at her reflection, a mix of shock and fear in her eyes. Her new breasts are overwhelming, dominating her petite frame.

"Now, for your exercise," Ms. Lacey says with a hint of excitement. "I want you to talk about your new assets. Remember, bimbos love their boobs. They're proud of them, no matter how fake they look."

Barbara swallows hard, her voice trembling. "They're... they're so big," she starts, struggling to adopt the bimbo persona Ms. Lacey expects.

"More enthusiasm, Barbie. Embrace them," Ms. Lacey urges.

Barbara tries again, her voice taking on a higher pitch. "I, like, totally love my new boobs! They're so big and round, like, really sexy!"

"Good but focus on the details. How do they make you feel? How do they look?" Ms. Lacey prompts.

Barbara continues, her words feeling foreign to her. "They feel so... full and heavy. And they look so shiny and smooth, like, totally fake. I guess guys will, like, really love them."

Ms. Lacey nods approvingly. "Exactly. Remember, your breasts are a key part of your new identity. They're not just body parts; they're symbols of your transformation."

As Barbara speaks, she feels a growing disconnect from her body. The implants, so clearly artificial, are a stark reminder of how far she's strayed from her true self. They're not just physical alterations but symbols of the new persona she's been forced to adopt – a persona that values appearance over substance, superficiality over intellect.

Barbara's reflection in the mirror looks back at her, a caricature of femininity, her oversized breasts a testament to the extreme nature of her transformation. The fear in her eyes is palpable, a silent scream against the reality she now faces.

Ms. Lacey, satisfied with the morning's exercise, leaves Barbara to adjust to her new body. Alone, Barbara touches her augmented chest, feeling the weight and unfamiliarity of it. She's crossed a threshold, the physical manifestation of her transformation now a permanent part of her. The fear and shock slowly give way to a numbing acceptance, the realization that this is who she has become. The exercise, a grotesque parody of self-acceptance, marks another step in her journey into the bimbo lifestyle, a journey that has stripped her of her identity and left her a stranger in her own body.