American Bimbo

"American obviously! Because I am American!" I tell Hawk.

"The "default" setting, I would say. You'll be sprinkling words such as "like" and "totally" into every sentence that falls out of your stupid mouth." Hawk tells me. "You subconciously do it, so don't bother trying to stop."

"That is, like, totally strange!" I tell her.

"Yes it is." Hawk nods smirking. "Next up is your hair color and how big your breasts will be. I'll just change the natural color and leave the style up to you for later. To be honest, picking the style now wouldn't make sense, would it? What, are you supposed to have the same hair style forever? That's not how hair works. ANYWAY! That's not important. Pick a hair color." Hawk tells me.

"Next is your tits, sweety. How big are your tits?! (I'm not drooling, fuck off.) None of your new body parts will weigh anything, by the way. You can have any body part as big as you want and feel none of the normal effects of it." Hawk explains to me while drooling a bit.

'She is totally tit lover huh? Like damn it!' I thought as my speech pattern reaches my head.