Ditzy Moron

"Is there really any other choice? I choose Ditzy Moron of course." I tell Hawk.

"A respectable choice since your IQ is about 115-"

"WHAT!"

"Not yet anyways but that would be about the area you would be when you face your Nemesis so cut 30 off that and you still have a not-too-stupid 85 in most IQ tests. Just a bit more ditzy than the average." Hawk says. A snap of her fingers before the change begins.

It feels like a pink fog settles inside my head as my brain loses the most advanced ideas and goes to about High School level intelligence. I also gained a shortened attention span which would make me grow quickly bored of anything not in my interests, mainly sex, and other bimbo stuff. The vapidness seemed to completely evaporate though with a snap of Hawk's fingers.

"Wh-What wash that?" I asked Hawk.

"Moving on!" Hawk shouted clearly disinterested in explaining it to me. She hands me a few pieces of the papers she's been holding, my arms at least now being able to move. "Let's start with something simple for the body: Height. That's pretty easy, right? How tall would you like to be?"

"What is this thing about 'expression'? What does that mean?" I asked her unfamiliar with the word expression now.

She smirks at me, clearly pleased with herself. "This is my take on a "face" section. It doesn't matter how your face actually looks, I'll take care of that myself. You'll be extraordinarily beautiful, hot, sexy, or whatever, so don't worry about that. Instead of picking that, this is you picking your resting face... if that makes sense. It's the kind of facial expression you would normally wear. Each will have a permanent effect on your personality, and each has an associated "Drawback" with it. We'll talk more about those later. For now, pick one face and remember what drawback it gives you." She tells me.