Bimbo Jamie

"Next it's time to tailor your mind. I don't really care who you are now, since I'm just going to rewrite you to what I want, starting with your name. From now on, you're Jamie, not James. You can't even think of your old name in relation to yourself. You are completely Jamie, and you are a woman, not a man."

Jamie paled. She just had her name stripped from her. She knew it was a new name, but she didn't know what her old one even was. Well, she remembered being called the name 'James', but that didn't really make sense. That wasn't her name, couldn't have been her name. Worse, she noticed that she was thinking of herself as she. She was supposed to be a guy, but she knew deep down she wasn't. She was a woman.

Steve continued, "Actually, now that I've had a moment, I want your hair to be blonde, with pink streaks. You've also got pink lips and permanent pink eyeshadow. In fact, you love the color pink. You think 'it's, like, totally you'. Which brings me to my next change -- You're a total bimbo. You love pink, you're incredibly vain, you talk like a valley girl, and you're always horny."

Like, who did Steve think he was? It was totally un-yummy to change someone without their permission. She totes loved the body he gave her, making her a sexy hottie, but he should have, liked, asked. It wasn't even like he was cute or hot or something. He was, like, icky. Yeah, she'd sleep with him if he were her only choice, but she'd much rather go clubbing. Finding a hot stud sounded totally yummy.