It's pretty

"It's pretty." he answered.

"You like it because it's pretty?" Dr. Vierre asked.

"Yeah. I want to be pretty. I mean, as a bimbo."

"Tell me more about what you want, as a bimbo."

"Well... bimbos just want to be pretty. And feel good."

"Really?"

"Yeah! There's nothing wrong with that!"

"And how do you feel about me doing something like this?" she slid her hand up to his chest and grabbed it, as though the small amount of flesh was a breast.

He squeaked "Doctor?!"

"How does having her chest grabbed make a bimbo feel?"

"Um. Bimbos would like it. Because it feels good. And bimbos just do what feels good. Avoiding something you enjoy, something you want... that's what's really silly." He bit his lip, and for a brief instant, Xavier was a woman, completely. The moment passed, and he looked at her. "Doctor Vierre?" he asked.

"Yes?"

"I can say anything to you, right?"

"Yes, of course."

"I want..."