Dumb

"This one!" You say happily, after all, she looks so not worried about stuff, and that's awesome.

Hawk laughs aloud at your choice, exclaiming, "Oh no, it's retarded!" She places her hands to your face, rubbing and massaging it before you can even entertain the thought of moving away.

"Everyone is going to be able to tell at a glance that you don't have a whole lot going on upstairs." She says as her hands keep at their work, a tingling sensation spreading over you from her touch. "You might actually be dumber than my estimations in the 'Intelligence' section." You can't really understand her though, the tingling is inside your head, tickling your brain. You giggle as thoughts seem to poof from your very head, knowledge vanishing as you go lax in her grip. "But with an attention span like yours, you'll never in a million years be bored." Your empty little head feels so hollow, there's nothing for you to focus on. Except fucking. You can't wait to, your thighs rubbing at your body for release as you stand there, dazed and happy. "Something as simple as jangling keys will fascinate you. And TV? Jesus Christ. TV is going to be amazing to watch. Even if you don't understand the plot... which you probably won't anyway..." What she talking 'bout now? It's... really hard to think. That's funny. You just giggle again, a bit of drool at your lips.

"Now, for the finishing touch." She says, before something seems to slip onto you, a giddy sensation following it. You giggle some more as it settle into you, meshing with your body, anchoring to it. It feels all warm and fuzzy and gooder.

You stand there, smile on your face, not thinking about anything as Hawk brings out one of your old mirrors, placing it in front of you, letting you see your new face and body for the first time.

Hawk wasn't lying as to how pretty your face would be, with full lips, higher cheekbones, tiny nose, large fluttering eyelashes, and big expressive eyes, you are the picture perfect face of feminine beauty. But, your eyes express nothing, a vacancy lies quite clearly in your stare, clearly portraying your lack of processing behind it. Your heavy half-lidded eyelids do much to reinforce this too, giving your stare a lax and absolutely cute dimness to it. The final aspect to hit the nail in the coffin is the large, happy, dopey grin stretched over your lips, emphasizing just how stupid you now feel.

You stare back at your reflection, keeping the same expression, until you finally say, "Pretty~ Hee hee hee!" Hawk let's you stare happily at yourself, until a slow epiphany hits you, "Feel stooooopid," You drawl, looking to Hawk, "Is me am dum-dum now?"

Hawk just shrugs, "That was the goal, sweetie, might've gone too far, though. But honestly, do you care?"

You blink at her, already losing track of what you were worried about. "Uuuuhhh, dunno... Just wanna, um, feel gooder?" You rub at your crotch, cooing at the delicious tingle it brings before turning back, that stupid expression still plastered to you. You blink, as you notice something else, "Wow! Pink! Hee hee!" You clap your hands at the pretty pink nails and heavy makeup now adorning you.

"You like that?" Hawk asks, the smile on her face clear in her voice. "I figure your favorite color now is pink blah, blah, blah - whatever. It's not necessarily an original choice, but it fits." You wiggle your fingers, grinning happily at your new long pink nails. "But to elaborate, I've infested your body with a spirit of 'Pink.' A sort of metaphysical manifestaion. And since pink is the patron color of bimbos, it works." You stare blankly back at her, "'Whas elab- ela- what's all those wordy words?" You ask at her, most things past two syllables quite difficult for you now. "Right. Very dumb now. Well, sweetie, all you have to know now, is that any clothes you put on will be made any combination of the shades of pink. Usually, it'll be a bright and gaudy pink to draw as much attention as possible." That sounds great to you! Pink is soooo pretty after all. Why would you ever wear anything that isn't? "It's also already permanently painted your nails pink and magically applied incredibly thick pink-themed and unnecessarily slutty makeup to your face, like you see, yeah?" You again giggle as you look at how pretty you look, your cheeks blushed pink, a heavier eyeliner of pink on your half-lidded eyelids, your thick pouty lips coated in glossy pink, all of it with pretty sparkles, too! "Oh, and if the makeup ever fades or if you try to take it off, the spirit will just apply more and fix it. So at least you'll have perfect slutty makeup forever, right?" You gasp at that, and test what she says, taking your hand and wiping it across, smudging pink and glitter all over your face. As you blink, everything returns to how it was, making you squeal happily. "I thought you might enjoy this," Hawk says, watching you clap giddily.

"Thanks, magic-lady!" You say, trying to hug her, but your feet still planted in place, making you flail.

"Glad you're at least enjoying it now. But we best hurry, still have more to do." She brings another sheet of papers, handing them to you. You take them, and scrunch your eyebrows at all the weird squigglies on the page. "Uuuummm, can ya bring me somethin' in uuuuhh, American?"

"That is English, honey." You stare blankly at her. She sighs, "It is in... 'American'."

"Oh," You say, tilting the pages this way and that, before realizing, "Me can't read! Hee hee hee!" You're so stupid now, it's really funny! Like a lot of things.

"Guess I'll just be reading these to you from now on," Hawk takes the pages back. "This section's interesting! I just recently developed a magic spell for altering people's accents. So now you'll be my first test subject. You'll sound like a woman, of fucking course, but with a new accent to accompany it. Each accent also has a "Drawback" as well. Though, I doubt you'll care at this point. Just point to one you like, I guess."