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The ex-blonde walks over to you and looks over your frozen body. The girl in your body shakes her head.
"You thought blondes were all boobs and no brains didn't you? Well, I think I ought to teach you a lesson after I make a few adjustments to this body I've aquired!"
Your mind is racing. You try to move, but find you are unable to. The rest of the mall continues to go about their business, ignoring the frozen blonde large breasted woman. Your eyes can move, however, and you glance over to your body.
The ex-blonde stands eyes closed and presses the button on the remote. A rush of air seems to burst from under her feet. As soon as this happens, you watch as your old body changes. Hair lengthens and lightens, breasts expand, waist narrows, face becomes more delicate, and clothes change until your old body looks like the blonde's old body before you modified it, though with now blemishes, a perfected version of her.
The blonde goddess walks over to you and jabs the remote right into your temple.
"As I was saying, you think all blondes are brainless bimbos? Let's see how you like being one!"
You hear a click and suddenly you feel a tingling sensation in your head. You feel as if all the knowledge in your head suddenly became liquid and was slowly leaking out of your ears. You struggle to hold on, but almost all of your schooling and skills are gone. They are replaced with an incredible sex drive and a knowledge of all things trivial and pointless. Suddenly you know all of the storylines of every soap on TV. You know the names of the contestants on American Idol. You have a complete knowledge of every boy band ever to come into existence. You also know how to fuck like a rabbit.
As your mind continues to change, your hips flare out to ridiculous proportions. Your clothes become bright pink as a Hello Kitty logo appears on your baby girl top. Your breasts stretch it completely out of shape. You are also wearing an extremely short dark pink mini skirt and knee high pink boots with four inch heels.
Your breasts suddenly swing forward and you stumble slightly as you almost fall.
"Oops! I almost fell!"
You laugh in an extremely annoying high-pitched voice as the girl with the remote circles you.
What is she going to do now? Take you home with her? Find you a "nice place of employment"? Change you some more? Change you into something else entirely? Right now, you don't exactly care. You're giggling your head off and twirling your hair.
Written by Noman
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