Sometimes angela just had to sit down and let it wash over her. Every thing Master had done to her, everything she had asked Him to do to her, all the changes that had been made, she was so far from the girl she had started out as. Sometimes she needed to revel in the glorious sensations her new doll-like body had to offer, as she mentally relived every delicious moment of her transformation and utter submission to her Master.

God! It felt good to be a bimbo.