At Home Getting Slutty (Tuned Out)

After the rest of the work day, which was a blur, Monica prepared herself for a date with Hubert. The News droned on in the background, but she was preoccupied.

"I should totally wear something hawt." Monica thought. She had no idea where the idea came from, but it was there. She rifled through her closet looking for the sluttiest thing she owned, but it wasn't easy, she was never the type to dress like a whore, and yet here she was, trying to find the skankiest outfit she could possibly squeeze herself into.

"Wait..." Monica shook her head, a cloud lifted for a brief moment, she didn't want to wear something sexy. What was going on with her? She had never even considered dressing like a slut, and now she's trying to find the smallest dress possible? She squeezed her temple between her fingers, what was it that made her like this? This wasn't right...

"The memo!" Monica had a revelation. The e-mail she opened at work, that's why her mind feels so funny, but why did she open it? There was a nagging feeling of a reason, a distant memory, or a warning, something important. Then something interrupted her thoughts.

"Hehehe. Why are you thinking so hard Monnie!?" a disembodied voice said. "Just be pretty and easy. Life is sooooo good that way!"

"What..." Monica's train of thought was derailed by the sudden and intrusive voice in her head.

"You'd be a better secretary if you were ditzy and fun! Let those thoughts just buzzzzz away..."

The voice sounded familiar, it was her voice, but sultry and stupid. The more Monica listened, the less sense her thoughts made, and the more sense the other voice made.

"No, this isn't quite right." She shook her head again. "This isn't me."

"This is you. You're a bimbo, Monnie. Just be a dumb bimbo." The voice laughed and continued, "Just be a pretty little bimbo, and let everyone have fun with you!"

"What? I'm not a bimbo. I'm not dumb. I'm not."

Monica's words and actions weren't matching up. She was still picking through her closet, looking for an outfit that showed off more skin. The voice in her head continued to speak.

"Yes, you are, Monnie! You're a dumb, slutty, bimbo! Buzzz Buzzz!" There was a mild buzzing in her ears, pleasant like earlier.

"~Ooh" Monica moaned.

The buzzing was so nice. It filled her brain and made her feel like nothing mattered. All her thoughts were being pushed aside and replaced with new, simple, easier ones. It made it easier for her to look through her wardrobe for something sexy.

"~I am a bimbo..." Monica giggled. "~Hehe, I'm a bimbo."

"That's right, Monnie! You're a pretty dumb bimbo!"

"~I'm a pretty dumb bimbo, that's right." Monica was repeating it over and over as she finally decided what to wear.

Monica chose an outfit that barely covered anything. A black miniskirt that was so short, one could see the bottoms of her butt cheeks, and a matching tube top that was two sizes too small. Her breasts were nearly spilling out. She put on some white flats, and did her make up. Her lipstick was a bright red, and her eye shadow was dark, smoky and seductive. She was so hot, and she felt sexy, she never really felt sexy before. She was so confident and horny. It felt so good to have an empty head.

Ding dong!

"~O M G! That must be Hubert!" Monica giggled, still in a haze.

She went to go get the door.