Lena turns into a Bimbo

Their wide, fearful eyes flicked to him as he walked past, taking his time until he stopped directly in front of Lena.

Her flawless posture, previously proud and composed, now looked tragically rigid, her lips trembling as they parted slightly under the new allowance of speech.

Aiden crouched down to meet her gaze, tilting his head thoughtfully. “Lena Rivers,” he said softly. “Vice President. Always calculated. Always in control. Always watching, always judging.” He smiled. “But if you had to lose all that… if you had to become something that would shame you, humiliate you, strip you of everything you built for yourself… what would that be?”

Lena’s jaw clenched.

Her eyes screamed no, but her mouth whispered, as if drawn out against her will.

“…I’d hate… be seen as dumb… shallow… ditzy… disposable…”

Aiden’s eyes lit up.

“Oh Lena,” he breathed, leaning in, voice velvet. “That’s exactly what you’re going to be.”

He stood up, placing two fingers lightly on her temple.

“You’ve always hated people who play dumb. The way they giggle, the way they flirt, the way they survive on looks instead of logic. And now, that’s who you are.”

His voice dropped to a near-whisper, one only Lena could hear.

“You love being underestimated. You love when people look at you and think you’re just a pretty face. You hate books. You hate politics. You want attention. You crave it. From everyone. Especially from boys. You’re happy being… easy. You don’t even remember what it’s like to be clever. You never were. You’re just a sexy little airhead with big dreams of becoming… what? A social media star? A trophy wife? Something cute and silly.”

A shiver passed through her rigid form. Her eyes blinked, her pupils dilating slightly. A long exhale left her lips—half sigh, half moan.

The transformation happened silently, invisibly, deep within.

Aiden stepped back, admiring his work. Her mouth was slightly open now, her jaw relaxed in a vacant smile. Her eyes fluttered once, the tension in them gone—replaced with an eager, confused sort of warmth.

Then Aiden spoke, “Let’s meet the new Lena”

Lena gasped and stumbled forward slightly, steadying herself with a surprised giggle. She blinked rapidly and looked down at her uniform, tugging at her top like it was uncomfortable.

“Oh my god, like… what were we doing again?” she asked, twirling a lock of her golden hair between two fingers. “This room is, like, sooo dusty.”

She turned to Aiden, a sparkle of recognition lighting up her now-dopey eyes. “Wait, are you the guy with that crazy little mind control thingy? That’s, like, so cool!”

Aiden beamed. “That’s more like it.”

She giggled again, swaying on the balls of her feet, smiling without a clue.

Beside her, Chloe and Mei remained frozen, their eyes locked on Lena in horror.

“You see?” Aiden said to them. “I’m not cruel. I don’t **** people to be something they’re not. I just… show them what they already fear. And make them love it.”

He turned now toward Mei, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“Your turn.”