IQ loss

-You achieved a lot, Laura.

Camilla looked at Laura with a smile, containing her jealousy with difficulty. Still a bit confused, the mother and wife was sitting in a chair, listening to what her rival had to say.

-You have a family, a loving husband, and you're pretty successful at your job also. That business you started years ago is starting to work out well, isn't it.

-Well, I must confess, yeah, things turned out pretty well.

Laura wasn't lying. The past few years had been kind to her, and the fact that her body and face still looked a couple years younger than she actually was, while some friends of hers had started to gain weight and get grey hair, was also helping. She was a smart, handsome and successful woman, and there was no point in denying it.

-Congratulations, said Camilla. I guess it's too bad you're under so much stress to achieve all this.

-What are you talking about?

-Stress. You know, I sure you've had lots and lots of restless nights, overthinking everything you had to do to have a great family, professionnal and social life. It must be hard.

-Not that much. I cope with stress very well.

-That's what they all say. That's why I'm gonna relieve you from this.

-From what?

-Wait and see.

-Okay, look, I'm in a bit of a hurry right now, so if you could just...UUUUUNGH

Laura grabbed the edges of the table, her eyes wide open, her mouth ajar. She felt like someone had inserted a hand in her skull and pulled her brain out with a brutal gesture. It was horrible.

-Are you okay?

Laura was panting, covered in sweat, her eyes suddenly glassy.

-Like, yeah, I don't know what happened to me, it's so not cool. What were we, like, saying?

-It doesn't matter. Now, what is this business of yours doing exactly. I heard it was a company that produced medical devices.

-Like, yeah, totally, we do, um, stuff, to...

Laura froze in place. She had spent the past years explaining the concept of her company to investors, convincing them to help her develop her activity. She had come to know every explanation by heart. And yet, she found herself incapable of remembering how to do it. What was she doing exactly?

-OMG, I like, forgot, this is so not cool, like, I totally knew how to...UUUUNGH...

Before she could finish, Camilla struck her mind again, taking away even more of her intelligence.

-Oh no, the smart stuff, it's like, gone. It can't be gone. I'm like super duper smart and stuff !

-Let it happen, whispered Camilla. With your thoughts gone, you will be much happier, you won't have to worry about anything anymore. Look.

-No, please, don't take more...more smart stuff, don't...UUUUUNGH !

Laura winced in pain again, as Camilla was taking another chunk of here mind. When she opened her eyes again, her gaze looked naive, almost childish.

-Nooo, she sobbed. You make Laura a big dummy, I don't wanna be a big dummy, you poopie head ! Give me back the...brain stuff.

-I didn't take it from you.

-But...like, you totally did.

-I didn't take your mind. It's in your shirt, don't you see?

-OMG, really?

The dumbed down Laura suddenly ripped her shirt open, before checking her boobs frantically.

-That's like, totally not true, you big meanie !

-Just search better.

A moment later, Laura was stroking her boobs, obeying sheepishly to her rival's instructions, before sobbing again.

-It's totally not there, stop lying !

Camilla bursted out laughing. Now she wondered what to do next, now her rival was reduced to a harmless moron. Should she send her back to Peter and see how long he would manage to cope with her IQ under room temperature? Should she regress her even more? She licked her lips, oggling at the impressive rack in front of her. Her body wasn't half bad, and Camilla had a weak spot for women as much as for men. Maybe she could have fun with Laura first.