Lauren Graham, forty-five years of age and mother of a college-aged daughter, strode through the mall with a hurried purpose. A career attorney at a high-power law firm, she was in constant demand, always either in her office, in court, or at home with a case firmly on her mind. And the cases she handled weren't small, either.
And she had mind so firmly in her latest case that she had nearly forgotten that her daughter's birthday was days away.
"Where am I? I'm at the mall." She spoke to her fellow attorney over the phone with her usual no-nonsense demeanor as she strode across the floor in her low heels. Damn it, I should have worn my flats today. "Don't give me that." She scowled, both at the discomfort in her feet and the direction of the conversation. "I know the Rogers case is important. I just needed to step out and do a little birthday shopping. Why don't you do your part and get the case file in order? Yeah, sure. We can go over it tomorrow. Thanks."
Lauren ended the call and pocketed the phone in her purse. "Jesus Christ," she hissed. "Like I'm not under enough pressure on this case already." Not like I'm getting much backup, either.
Allowing herself a groan of frustration, Lauren looked around the mall. Yes, online shopping was a thing, but she was so out of touch with her daughter's tastes that she had no clue what to even shop for. At least window shopping might give her an idea.
...Or so she thought.
"God. Damn it."
Lauren had looked high and low for something, anything she thought her daughter might appreciate, but nothing caught her eye. It pained her to think that she simply didn't know her daughter at all. She sat on a bench, flummoxed and annoyed at the situation she found herself in. Or more accurately, had gotten herself into.
There was only one shop Lauren hadn't checked. The shop that made her sigh and shake her head at the very sight of it. She looked up, across the way, at the sign above the entrance in all of its pink glory.
Bimbo Time!!!
There was no way, absolutely no way that Lauren thought she would find a proper gift in there. She may not have known her daughter well. She may have spent more time in the office and the courtroom than being a proper mother, but she was certain that her daughter was not, of all things, a bimbo.
But perhaps, at the very least, there was something in that ridiculous store that could suffice.
*****
"Oooh! Hi!" The blonde bounced into Lauren's view as she stepped across the threshold. "Like, welcome to Bimbo Time, ma'am! I'm Bubbles!"
Lauren bit her tongue, determined to be polite. She was obviously out of place in a store like this, what with her black suit pants, professional blouse and blazer. And she was never so vain about her appearance to apply more than the slightest makeup for her courtroom appearances.
"H-Hi..." Lauren said. "I'm just here looking for a gift for my daughter, but I don't know..."
Bubbles giggled. "That's like, totes OK! There's all sorts of pretty and sparkly and, like, neat stuff to look at!"
"I'll take your word for it." Lauren flashed a quick, polite smile and walked passed the sales bimbo to cut the conversation short. Just please let me browse so I can buy something and leave!
*****
"Oh my god..." Lauren rubbed her temples. She could feel her brown hair going grayer by the second in the sea of everything so pink and girly and...immature everything around her was. There has to be something better than these...frilly Barbie nightmares!
Feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment, she returned to the sales clerk. "Um...excuse me. Bubbles?"
Bubbles turned, perky as ever, her eyes bright, eager, and vapid as ever. "Ooh! Do you like, need help?"
"I'm not really finding what I need," Lauren said. "Do you have anything more...mature, I suppose?"
Bubbles giggled. "Totes! She pointed toward the far end of the store. There's like, a collection that'd be soooo you!"
"But I'm not--" Lauren held her tongue again. "Thank you."
*****
"Hmmm..." Lauren wandered the section of the store Bubbles had pointed her to. The clothing was (marginally) less frilly, and still extremely pastel. She wasn't sure how any of what she saw was remarkably more mature, but perhaps maturity was relative in Bimbo Time.
As she wandered the far end of an aisle filled with flowing pastel dresses, Lauren felt her frustration mount again when her cell phone rang. She pulled it out of her purse and looked at the screen. The firm again? She answered the call.
"Lauren here. What is it?"
"The file is...what? But that's...I already compiled half of it this morning! How is..."
Her free hand balled into a fist as she listened to her coworker explain that an ill-timed power surge led to a corruption of the important data file. And also ate the in-progress backup.
Fuck. FUCK.
Lauren's jaw tensed. She wanted to scream. "Do you know what our firm could face if we flub this case? I didn't bust my ass for an electrical problem to screw me over! Don't. Don't! Just...just let me have a night to think, damn it."
More bullshit to deal with. And more and more. It never ends! Lauren put her phone away, too livid to think straight. She was in a ridiculous store shopping for her daughter that she embarrassingly knew little about, and her professional life, her only life, was just one frustration after another. If it wasn't an obtuse client casuing problems, or a junior in the firm being brash and stupid, or a damn power surge, it was some other bullshit.
Every.
Single.
Day.
She turned her glare toward the end cap of the aisle, on which was a small display for some novelty...toy? Accessory? Star Mama's Magic Wand? The display as headlined by a character that looked not quite like a certain character from a certain game that a certain gamer bimbo was very, very good at. Which would have been an interesting legal question for Lauren had she any idea what Super Mario Galaxy was, and more importantly if she was in any mood to even think of such things.
A simple white stick with a gold star at the tip, the wand didn't look like anything special. But Lauren didn't really care about its appearance. She just wanted something to throw. She reached out, took a wand in her hand, and felt an odd shock.
"Ah! What...wha..."
A most alien sensation filled Lauren. The tension in her muscles eased. Her heart rate slowed. The blood red fury through which she saw the world melted away.
"Oh..." Lauren felt her breath calm. She was...relaxed?
"Oh!"
With a surprised cry, Lauren felt her body twist and contort like clay in the hands of a sculptor. Her butt, out of shape and dumpy, rippled, wobbled, and bounced into a shapely, curvaeous peach as her modest bust swelled and surged forward into healthy, heavy, and round breasts, each the size of her own head.
In the sudden, dizzying shock to her system, Lauren Graham's vision filled with stars. Bright, beautiful, sparkling stars of all colors, flying, twinkling, and looking oh so, soooo pretty.
"Oooo~oooooo~oooooOOO~OOO~OOH!!!!!!"
Lauren's eyes grew wide, their blue hue sparkling with revitalized life and less focus. Her thin lips filled into a cute, spacey pout as wrinkles across her face smoothed and blemishes vanished, making her look years younger in an instant.
Lauren's suit clothes, stretched from the sudden shift in her figure, warped and twisted. The garments merged and melted into a singular long, flowing dress of pastel blue, with long flowing sleeves and a cinch that narrowed her waist. The dress cupped her bust, her cleavage seemingly defying gravity even as large, pointed nipples tented the supple dress fabric.
And for a brief moment, it was as if she floated in the air before her business pumps were replaced with taller, pastel blue heels that made her look just a bit taller, and her toned, mature legs all the better.
Lauren's mind ascended into the deepest reaches of space, her focus lost in the sea of stars as her simple, short dark hair exploded into a bright, beautiful blonde mane. Her hair fell like a waterfall, draping down to the small of her back, and long stylish bangs swept over her right eye, hiding its vapid, star-struck gaze from view.
******
Luna Graham smiled a serene, stress-free smile as she wandered the aisles of Bimbo Time. There was a pair of gorgeous star earrings that just called out to her, and of course, she just had to get them for herself.
But a good mama like Luna always put her babies first. And her baby's birthday was just around the corner. But this wonderful store was so sweet! It had everyting that a woman like Luna could want, and certainly something that would appeal to her daughter, too.
And that's when she saw it. The perfect gift for the little star in her life! "Ooooo~ooooh!"
*****
"Like, thanks for shopping at Bimbo Time!!!"
Luna giggled softly. "Oh, it's like...perfect here! Thank you so much!"
As the space-case bimbo MILF strode out of the store with her daughter's present in a gift bag in one hand and her cute wand in the other, Luna flashed a cute pout. Wasn't there something else she was worried about?
Her serene, spacey smile returned, and she wandered her way to the exit. Whatever it was that had bothered her, it couldn't be that important. Nothing was as important to Luna Graham as her little star!
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