Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title: Bimbo Pills Author: Collegeprof (C) 2013 Story codes: nosex, mc? Summary: Janet's perfect marriage starts to deteriorate because of arguments about sex. Her friend tells her about a pill that makes a woman want to please the man she is with. Will Janet take the pill to save her marriage? Disclaimer and Warning This story is very different from any of my other stories. It grew out of a dream that I had one night. (Don't ask me why I had a dream about `bimbo pills.' My wife would have a fit if she found out I dreamt that she was taking `bimbo pills.') There is no sex in this story (although the characters do talk about sex). Sorry. This story is copyrighted by the author. It may be downloaded for your reading enjoyment. However, it may not be copied or reposted anywhere, either in part or in its entirety, without the permission of the author. Constructive feedback is always welcome. Enjoy! ___________________________________________________________________________ __________ Bimbo Pills by Collegeprof Of course, they weren't really called `Bimbo Pills.' That was just what Janet called them. She held the red pill in the palm of her hand and examined it. It would be so easy. Just swallow this little pill and everything would be perfect. Janet never thought that she would even be contemplating doing this. She had always been so independent, so strong. She did not need to please a man to be happy. Or so she thought up until a few months ago... ***** "Why do you have to make such a big deal out of this?" Janet asked her husband Mark. Janet and Mark had been married for almost five years. In almost every way, their marriage was perfect. They had similar interests; they were best friends and shared their hopes and fears with each other. Almost perfect. Except for this one thing. Sex. Since their wedding, their sex life had been, well, predictable. They had sex once every couple weeks, usually missionary position. She had an orgasm...most of the time. All of this was fine with Janet. Janet enjoyed having sex with Mark. It was just that sex had never been that important to her. Mark, on the other hand, wanted more from their sex life. Janet knew that he wanted to have sex more often and to add variety to their sex life...new positions, toys, and so on. "I just want to make sex more interesting for both of us, more fun!" said Mark in exasperation. "I think things are fine the way that they are," stated Janet. "I just don't see what would be wrong with trying something new once in a while," sighed Mark. This was not a new argument. They had had the same argument several times over the past five years. Recently, however, it seemed like they were having it more frequently. Nothing ever got resolved. Both of them just got frustrated. ***** The next day at work, Janet was in a bad mood. She replayed their argument in her head. Why couldn't Mark just leave it alone? Why couldn't things just stay the way they were. Everything else was so perfect between the two of them. Her sulking was interrupted by laughter. She looked up. A couple desks away, Leila was flirting with one of their male co-workers. Ever since Leila started working there a couple months ago, Janet had thought of her as `The Bimbo.' Leila always wore tops that were a little too revealing, skirts that were a little too short, dresses that were a little too tight. It seemed like she was constantly flirting with the guys, even though she was married. Janet glared at her. ***** "How about if I bought your some lingerie or lacy underwear? Would you wear it? You could even help to pick it out," asked Mark. "No!" Janet said. "I don't see why we need anything like that. I like my comfortable pajamas and underwear should be practical. Besides, if you love me for who I am, you should find me attractive no matter what I wear." "That's not fair," Mark replied. "You know that I love you and you know that I think you are beautiful. I am just trying to spice things up a little." "Well, forget it," she snapped. Now Janet was really in a bad mood. She called her friend Sarah. Sarah and Janet had been best friends since high school. They shared a lot of the same values and supported each other in everything. They used to call themselves "Two Peas," as in "As alike as two peas in a pod." When she needed someone to talk to, she always knew that she could count on Sarah. Sarah had been married to Keith for about two years. From the start, their marriage had not been so great. Sarah complained that Keith hardly paid any attention to her. He spent more time with his buddies that he did at home. Some evenings he would meet up with his friends right after work and not get home until late. Janet was ashamed to admit that part of the reason that she liked to talk to Sarah was because she knew that it would make her feel better knowing that her marriage was better than Sarah's. "Hello?" Sarah answered. "Hey, it's me," Janet said. "Can you meet me for lunch tomorrow?" "Sure," she said. "What's up? You sound down." "I'll tell you about it tomorrow," said Janet. "OK. See you then." ***** Janet got to the restaurant first. She was sitting with her back to the door, so she did not see Sarah when she arrived. "Hi! Sorry I'm late." She heard Sarah say. "It's ok..." said Janet, turning to greet her friend. Janet stopped in mid-sentence. Sarah always dressed plainly, just like Janet. Today, though, she was dressed in a short skirt and a low-cut blouse that showed off the tops of her breasts. Her friend who had always extolled the virtues of comfortable shoes was even wearing three-inch heals! Her hair was done up in curls. Janet's jaw dropped. "My God, Sarah, what happened to you?!?" "What do you mean?" asked Sarah innocently. "The hair, the clothes." Sarah shrugged. "I just decided that it was time for some changes." "Some changes? Good God, Sarah, you're wearing lipstick!" "You know," said Sarah, looking askance at her friend, "It wouldn't hurt you to wear some makeup once in a while." "I wear makeup," murmured Janet. "Yeah, right," said Sarah. "Any way, we were talking about you," said Janet. "Why are you all dressed up like a Barbie doll?" "Like I said, I decided that I needed to make some changes." "Changes? Changes?" Janet stuttered. "Sarah, what is going on?" Sarah took a deep breath. "You know things haven't been that great between Keith and me. Keith's a decent guy. There isn't any guarantee that I could find someone better if we broke up, but I knew that things had to change between us if we were going stay together. I could nag him to try to get him to change, but I knew that would only drive him away or make me resent me. So, I decided that I would be the one to change." Janet shook her head, trying to understand. "But you never dressed like this before. You even made fun of women that dressed like this. How could you just up and change so suddenly?" Sarah reached into her purse and pulled out a bottle of pills. She opened it and poured a red pill into her hand. She placed it on the table between the two of them. Janet stared at the pill. "W..What is it?" "Tetra-hydrozine something or other. I don't remember." "No, I mean, what does it do?" "It makes a woman want to please the man she is with." "Please him? How?" "In every way. By dressing to please him, by paying attention to him. By pleasing him in bed," Sarah explained. "You mean it turns you into a slut???" asked Janet, incredulously. "No, it doesn't make you want to sleep with every guy or act indecently in public. It just makes you want you want to be more attentive to his needs." "Oh my god," thought Janet, "This pill turns women into Leila!" Janet went on. "Sarah, how could you do something like this? This..."she said, making an up and down motion with her hands "isn't you." "This is me, only better," said Sarah. "But I still don't understand. We always said that we did not need to please a man in order to be happy." Sarah sighed. "Listen Janet, I know this is hard for you to understand. I am happier now than I have ever been. Keith pays attention to me now. He can't wait to get home from work and he spends a lot more time with me than with his buddies. He flirts with me. We talk more than we ever have. And the sex. Oh my god, the sex is amazing. Since I started taking the pills, we've had sex at least once every single day. My orgasms have been the most powerful, the most intense that I have ever had. And not just one. Multiple orgasms!" "The other night," Sarah continued, "we were flirting while Keith helped me with the dishes. He ended up fucking me while I was bent over the sink full of dirty dishes. My top got completely soaked but it was totally worth it!" "How does it make the sex better?" "It makes me excited to please Keith. Pleasing him gets me turned on. And since I am pleasing him, he wants to please me. It's almost like he is worshipping my body when we make love." "So what, you take this pill for the rest of your life?" "No," Sarah shook her head. "You take it every day for a couple weeks then you gradually taper off over the next couple weeks. Somehow, it permanently alters your brain chemistry. I don't understand exactly how it works. I only know that it does work!" Janet shook her head again. "I still don't see how you can do this." "You should try it," suggested Sarah. "You are always telling me that you and Mark are constantly fighting about sex. With these pills, you wouldn't ever fight about sex again!" "I could never do something like that," said Janet. Sarah slipped the bottle into Janet's purse. "Here, take the bottle. Think about it. Believe me. If you try them, you won't be sorry!" ***** Now that Janet knew about what she called the `Bimbo pills,' she started to see signs of them everywhere. She could not believe that she had missed it before. Clothing stores were stocking more and more tight, revealing clothes and more lingerie and less in the way of what Janet thought of as `practical' clothes. Women everywhere seemed to be dressing more provocatively and paying more attention to the men around them. None of this did anything to help Janet's mood. She became more and more sullen as the days went by. She started picking fights with Mark. One night when they were at dinner, the woman at the next table was hanging all over the guy she was with, laughing and giggling at everything he said. "I'II bet you wish you could be with her," she said sarcastically. "No," Mark replied, "I want to be with you. It would be nice if you paid a little more attention to me, though." Janet stabbed at her dinner angrily. They ate the rest of their meal in frosty silence. ***** Two weeks later was Mark's bosses Christmas party. Janet usually didn't mind spending a few hours making small talk with Mark's colleagues and their wives. This year, however, she was dreading it. She could not stand the thought of seeing all those women in their tight little dresses. When they arrived at the party, Mark disappeared to get himself a drink. Janet immediately noticed a difference in the way people were grouped together. Normally, there would be a bunch of groups of three or four people talking together, with the occasional pair of men or women chatting. It was unusual to see a couple together, at least for very long. Tonight, however, there were a number of couples that were staying by each other's sides. The other women were all clustered together, talking amongst themselves, while the men talked in small groups over near the bar. Janet headed over to join the women. As she made small talk with the other women, Janet would occasionally glare at one of the couples. At one point, she noticed Mark talking to Sheila Jackson, the wife of one of Mark's co-workers. Janet had always thought of Sheila as attractive. Tonight, however Sheila was wearing four-inch heels and a tiny black dress that look like she needed a shoe horn to get it on and which seemed to display more of her breasts than it covered. She was laughing and giggling as she and Mark talked, reaching every once in a while to touch his arm. After a minute, Sheila's husband Gary joined them, handing Sheila a drink and sliding an arm around her waist. Gary shook Mark's hand and they talked for a second. Then Gary and Sheila walked away together, with Sheila hanging on to Mark's arm. Janet felt as if her head were going to explode. When they left the party, Janet was in a foul mood. She did not know if she was mad at Mark, at herself, at Sarah or at the whole world. She did, know, however, who she was going to take it out on. "I saw you flirting with Sheila Jackson," she said, accusingly. "I was not flirting with her. We were just talking," Mark replied. "I know flirting when I see it, and the two of you were flirting." "Why would I be flirting with Sheila?" Mark asked angrily. "I don't know what has gotten into you. It seems like I can't do anything right anymore." The rest of the trip home just got louder and more unpleasant. When they were getting ready for bed, Mark grabbed his pillow. "I think I will sleep on the couch tonight," he said and stormed off to the living room. Janet, who NEVER cried, lay in bed sobbing until she finally fell asleep. ***** The next day was Saturday. When Janet woke up, Mark was already gone. She found the note that he had left on the counter. It just said "I went into the office to try to catch up on some work." Mark never went in to work on the weekends. Janet felt like she wanted to cry again, but after the night before, no more tears would come. Janet found her purse on the bathroom counter and fished out her phone to call Sarah. Then she remembered that Sarah was part of the problem. As she shoved her phone back into her purse, the bottle of pills that Sarah had given her fell onto the counter. Janet opened the bottle and poured one of the pills into her hand. She held the red pill in her hand and examined it. Then, she picked it up and rolled it between her fingers. Could it be that easy? Sarah had said that taking the pills had made her happy. "But I'm happy with who I am," thought Janet. On the other hand, Sarah had said that it really didn't change who you were, deep down inside. But could she believe Sarah? After all, she had taken the pills. Maybe they did change you, but you just didn't realize it. Janet could not believe that she was even thinking about taking the pill. She had always said that she did not need a man to be happy. But she did love Mark, and she wanted him to be happy. She wanted THEM to be happy. Janet closed her eyes for a minute. When she opened them again, she put the pill on her tongue. She turned on the faucet and cupped her hand to catch some water. Leaning down, she slurped the water into her mouth. Then she leaned back and swallowed. Janet stood there for a minute, looking at herself in the mirror. Then she fished her phone out or her purse and punched in Sarah's number. "Hi," she said. "It's me. Do you want to go shopping?"