Under it's Spell

At first, the video started out normal enough. Well, if you consider two girls in slutty-looking outfits were walking about a field. Or a slight swirly nature to the background.

"Aren't you going to watch with me?" Brad remarked, only to find Bambi already back in the bedroom. Probably working on her makeup. So his attention turned back to the video.

'You are a bimbo.'

The voice went into his ears, piercing its way into the CEO's mind. It couldn't be true, right? He was a CEO of a successful marketing company, not some airheaded wh-

'You love to dress in slutty outfits'

Much like the first message, this too pierced through his head and into his mind. He was sitting in the leopard print outfit from the night before, minus the wig he would sometimes wear.

The girls were currently showing off their outfits.

'Your hair is a bright shade of platinum, with a touch of pink for good measure.'

He had brunette hair. But that could be changed eventually. Probably with Bambi's help. Though, how would he go about asking her that? Actually, scratch that. How would he hide when he eventually came back to his business. What would they think then in that case?

'Your lips are big and beautiful and ready to lick some Dyke's pussy.'

One of the girls got down on her knees, mouth wide open. The other girl guides her in. The deed that follows is quite apparent, even as a guy walks on by. While interested, he's quickly turned away.

'Men are awful things. The only people that a bimbo's love can truly be appreciated is with that of a woman.'

Just hearing it made all the clearer. Had he ever like being a boy? Girls were always seen as cuter than boys, softer than them and most of all, they got to wear these beautiful clothes without the world judging them for doing such a thing. Maybe Bambi was right, she was a bimbo.

'Now, go and kiss your significant other, platonic or not.'

Getting up from the desk as the video ended, Barbie began looking for Bambi.