Dr. Bimbo Brainwashing, MD

Transforming smart girls into vapid sex objects since 1989. I use advanced neurolinguistics and psychotherapy techniques to isolate and overwrite unwanted character traits in my followers, making them into dumb, desperate pets.

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[beautybeforebrains]

Every time you open up Tumblr and read stuff like this, you’re taking what used to be a dark and shameful fantasy and normalizing it into a part of your core identity. This used to be what you got off to, now it’s who you are. No point stopping now, it’s already too late.

[doctor-bimbobrainwashing-md]

Cocaine helps me so much to be a dumb ditzy broad. It numbs my mind and I hardly eat so I can stay skinny! What are your thoughts on this?

Any substance that you are comfortable taking which alters your thought patterns, lowers your inhibitions, and opens you up the possibility of reshaping your mind and body into a dumb ditzy bimbo is doing God’s work.

If I had my way, the Pink Pill would already be a real thing... a perfect designer drug solution to slowly turn girls into dumb little slutty fuckdolls.

But, as we wait for the Pink Pill to finish the design and approval process and become ready for mass manufacturing, we have no choice but to fall back onto weaker alternatives.

Just remember to be safe -- a good bimbo takes care of herself, first and foremost! ;)

[doctor-bimbobrainwashing-md]

is there a way to get hold of you to be brainwashed?

Yes, send me a direct message off of anon. If we seem to jive well together I might share my Kik.

[doctor-bimbobrainwashing-md]

Will you be posting more often?

I had taken a break after the 2018 Tumblr exodus, but I am currently flirting with the idea of coming back with the same angle but a new medium – I’m thinking of sharing microstories reporting the slow and steady takeover of our culture by The Patriarchy, as it brainwashes girls into bimbos and pornifies our culture… but instead of doing this through GIFs and text (much of which was taken down by Tumblr), I’m thinking of doing it as audio porn.

What do you think about that?

[eris-kallisti]

[sexdollgirly]

we come that way tho

[doctor-bimbobrainwashing-md]

Hey mister you wouldn't turn me into a brainless bimbo would you? I'm a feminist so I bet you could never make me a dumb dicksucker.

You convince yourself that you are a good, loyal feminist, but it’s so clear that your true loyalty is to cock.

I bet your pussy’s dripping and your panties are soaking through everytime you meet a dominant man who treats you like a little fucktoy.

I’d barely need to do much to make you into a brainless bimbo whore; deep down, you’re already almost there, slut…

[doctor-bimbobrainwashing-md]

Step #1: Slutty Lipstick

What would eventually become your lifestyle started with a single rebellious act.

Normally you were prim and proper when it came to all things; the prospect that others might judge you harshly left you paralyzed with fear. You made sure that any makeup you wore was mostly innocuous, and that you were dressed modestly enough not to draw attention to yourself. If you were going to earn the admiration of your peers, it would be through hard work and a continued display of intellect.

“Why?” I asked you one day, as you curled up on my couch for a session of psychotherapy.

You looked at me puzzled.

“What do you mean, Doctor?” you asked me, your face crinkled in a blend of confusion and revulsion, as though I must lack the understanding of some irrefutable universal truth.

“Why do you care how you earn the admiration of others? It’s clear that you want others to like you; why does it matter if they like you for the way you look over the things you say?”

Words such as those might normally be perceived as a declaration of war by an overachiever such as yourself, but the gentle tone with which they drifted soothingly from my lips through the air made them sound almost… inviting.

“No… I couldn’t… it’s not right…” you muttered softly, your voice wavering with more than a hint of uncertainty.

“I have a gift for you.” I smiled and placed a bright purple tube in the palm of your hand. “Try this: take this special lipstick home with you, put it with your makeup supplies, and one morning this week I want you to try it on and wear it out for just one day.”

“But…” you started to counter, as I interrupted.

“Just. One. Day.”

You took the tube of lipstick home with you to satisfy me, with no intention of actually wearing it. But then, one fateful morning, your eyes were drawn to the bright little tube sitting on the surface of your bathroom sink, and you were overcome by a wave of curiosity.

“Why not?” you thought. “It’s just one little flourish this one time… right?” you told yourself reassuringly, as you removed the lid from the tube of lipstick.

You slowly pressed the stick to your lips, rubbing down every millimeter, coating them in a generous portion of glossy neon purple.

After smacking your lips together with finality, you looked at your face in the mirror, as your reflection whispered back at you: “Aren’t you so much better like this? Aren’t you just perfect, now?”

A smile formed slowly on your bright, painted lips.

And just like that, with nothing but the softest nudge on my part, you toppled the first domino and lost yourself.

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💊 Dr. Bimbo Brainwashing, MD: expert in psychological reform 💊