Make her a bimbo

I focused on Ms. Chung, willing her to stay unconscious. I really didn't know much about my neighbor. She had lived next door less than a year. But as I focused on her mind, I felt like I did know her. It was odd. Not how I pictured mind reading to be. I didn't hear thoughts, but I had a sense of who she was. Maybe I hadn't noticed with Cynthia and Candi because I felt I already knew them.

I got the sense that Susan Chung was a take-charge kind of woman, proud of her independence and intelligence. She had several failed relationships in her past; either the guy was too dumb for her or he didn't respect her intelligence enough. I decided to help her out with that and focused my power on her mind.

"Wake up, Suzi!" I said, blowing gently on her face and willing her to consciousness.

Her eyes fluttered open and gleamed with naive wonder.

"Hi!" she giggled. "I'm Suzi!"

"Hi, Suzi, I'm your neighbor Sam, remember?" I replied.

"Ummm, I think so..." she said and sucked her lower lip. "Why am I laying down?"

"You passed out when you realized you had let me in when you weren't wearing pants," I reminded her.

"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed, looking down at her bare lower half. "I can't believe I forgot to put on pants again! I'm, like, so embarrassed! You must think I'm such a bimbo!"

"Oh no," I lied.

"I'm not really stupid, I promise," she said. "It's just, well, sometimes I just get so distracted that I kind of forget to remember somethings. Like this one time I was, like, um, at this one place and...gosh you got pretty eyes. Did anybody ever tell you that?"

"No, no one ever mentioned it," I admitted.

"Really?" she exclaimed. "That's weird, cuz their really nice! It's like I stare into 'em and I like totally forgot what I was talking about."

"You were embarrassed about not wearing pants," I reminded.

"I'm not wearing pants?" she exclaimed, looking down and squealing. "Oh my gosh, I forgot to wear pants again! I'm such a bimbo!"

"Really, Suzi, you shouldn't wear pants ever anyway," I told her.

"I shouldn't?" she asked.

"Not with legs like yours!" I exclaimed. "Gorgeous legs like those shouldn't be hidden. You should wear the shortest little skirts you can find!"

"Oh my gosh! I LOVE short little skirts!" she exclaimed, then giggled. "Especially really flippy ones! I mean, sometimes they flash my panties, if I remember to wear them, but they're just so cute! Especially with really big heels! I should go shopping. -giggle- Wait! Did you say my legs are gorgeous?"

"Oh yes!" I exclaimed. "At least from this angle. I think I could appreciate them more if you got up on your coffee table and danced for me."

Suzi giggled.

"Naughty!" she accused.

"But it's my birthday!" I told her.

"Oh my gosh! Really?" she exclaimed. "Happy Birthday! Oh my gosh!"

"So will you dance for me on my birthday?" I asked.

She giggled.

"OK, but you gotta promise not to tell!" she said.

"Oh, I promise," I told her, knowing I could have her stripping professionally with a twist of her brain.

Giggling and blushing she got up on the table and started dancing and humming.

"Happy Birth-day to you!" she sang, unbuttoning her blouse and giggling. "Happy Birth-day TOOOO you!" The blouse fluttered to the floor revealing a peach-colored bra. "Happy Birth Day Mister Saaaaaaaaam!" she screwed up her face in concentration as she worked to undo her bra strap. "HAPPY BIRTH DAY TOOO YOOOOOUUUUU!!!!! BOOBIES!!!"

She squealed as she tossed away her bra and shook her small but delightfully perky tits. Then she blushed, made a ineffective attempt to cover her titties and twat with her hands, then giggled.

"Oh my gosh, I can't believe I did that!" she admitted.

"Oh, but you were very, very good at it, Suzi!" I told her. "And sooooooo cute!"

"Aw!" she said and grinned and wiggled at the compliment.

"You know what would make it even sweeter though?" I asked.

"What?" she asked.