Pink (bimbo) dinner

She picked the pink one and drank it like medicine. "Done!"

James came to the bedroom to see which she'd picked and winced when he saw. This one was only there for his amusement, and as much as he expected to enjoy it, he knew she would hate this one.

Nadia sensed the concern on James's face, which concerned her in turn. "What have you done? What did I just drink?"

"Just keep in mind that it's only temporary."

She moved to a mirror and watched her reflection to confirm her fears. Her beloved long brown hair straightened and lightened to a bright, unnatural blonde, contrasting with her tanned complexion. Thick makeup faded gently into existence on her face, highlighting every feature in a way that would be elegant if it were not so overdone. She looked over to James, having more or less deciphered the theme.

"I'm going to kill you for thish. Wha?" She looked at the mirror again and saw her already puffy lips, thanks to the lollipop, grow even more, cementing a temporary lisp.

"Thish is so embaw-- em--"

James raised an eyebrow as he waited for her to find her word.

"So cwinge." Nadia looked proud of herself: the next stage.

"James? Am I talking bad?"

He smiled as he watched the other changes lower on her body.

"Eep," she squeaked, stretching new new vocabulary, as she watched her body morph.

As far as James was concerned, she already had the perfect body. This didn't stop him appreciating the novelty of watching Nadia's hips widen even more, her waist pulled in as if she were wearing a corset, and best of all, her breasts growing in her bra, overflowing and threatening to tear it.

She struggled out of it, now fully aware of the extent of her changes, but finding it hard to concentrate on being angry.

He loved watching his typically serious partner let loose like this (even if involuntarily). As her transformation came to an end, she was left enjoying squeezing her K-cup breasts, still standing staring at herself in the mirror. He joined her and tested the water by asking, "pretty, huh?"

"Yeps! But I need clothes for dinner!"

"What would you like? Your wish is my command!"

She thought for an unnaturally long time before yelling, surprisingly loud, "pink!"

"Great. A dress?"

"Yes," she paused and thought to herself, "no. A nice short skirt and a matching top!"

He waved his hand and a black tank top and pink knee-length pencil skirt appeared on her.

"No!" She sulked - shorter!

"You'd never normally want--"

She cut him off by bouncing towards him.

"Don't you want to see my nice legs?"

He waved his hand and it shrunk up her legs. He wondered if this was a mistake, but was starting to be afraid of the tantrum he might face if he said no.

"Shorter, shorter," she repeated impatiently, until it had receded to the exact point her butt met her leg.

She moved her hands to her waist, "and now shrink this too."

James complied, uncomfortably.

She rewarded him with an uncharacteristic move: she shoved her hand into his pants to tease him while he changed her wardrobe. This made him much more compliant with the changes, but a bit too distracted. Enjoying the feeling of his now very forward girl, he stopped paying attention to the shrinking top. He only noticed his mistake when she stopped playing with him and started to focus on the remnants of her tank top - a thin black band squeezing her huge breasts.

He had to admit that this was a sexy sight, but started reversing the change before it became too uncomfortable for her. Eventually they met with a compromise - a tight tank top with a low cleavage that barely covered her nipples, and a hemline which exposed her midriff. He let her pick some (tacky) jewellery before guiding her through the hotel to the waiting taxi.

He advised the driver that they were no longer heading to the fine dining restaurant he'd originally booked and they just wanted to head to a nearby mall.

Guiding 'Naddy' through the mall was more problematic than he'd expected. Everything shiny stole her limited attention span, and the mall was, of course, designed to be as shiny as possible. Guiding became herding as he brought her to the food court.

"Wait this isn't fancy," she pouted.

He tried to appeal to her restrained logic, "I think we'll save that for another day, considering what you're experiencing."

"Okies," she sulked briefly, before being distracted by a fish tank. She bounced over to it and admired the shiny fish while James found them a table.

Once sat, and they'd gotten through the excruciating ordering process, James asked, "how does it feel to have no inhibitions or worries?"

"Inwhat?"

"Ah," he sighed. This was less fun than he was hoping. "Less worries."

"Gweat!" With that, she stood up from her chair and made her way to James's lap. He looked around nervously as she wriggled on his lap to get comfortable. "I'm getting horny James, when can we fuck?"

He'd never heard her talk like that, and he had to admit to himself that this was a turn-on. Unfortunately for both of them, James was much more aware that they were in the middle of the restaurant, and once he'd gotten control of his erection beneath her, he walked her back to her seat in time for the food to arrive.

James was excited for the food, not just because he was hungry, but because he had designed the potion to yield control of her personality back to her once the food arrived (retaining, of course, the voice, mannerisms and body). Keeping control of 'Naddy' was becoming much more burdensome than hot, and while her personality was locked away, it didn't feel like he was spending time with Nadia. He was wary of her reaction as she came to, though.

He watched her slowly gather her thoughts over the course of her meal.

He tested the water: "Nadia?"

"Yeppers?" She clutched her mouth as she adapted to having her personality but not her vocabulary, signalling to James that she was back indeed.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm, like, sorta angry." Her posture made it clear how frustrated she was with her vocabulary.

"Keep in mind, nobody here can recognise you, and even if they did, we're far from home. This is an opportunity to try something new, just like you wanted, and have no repercussions."

"Twue, but easy for you to say if you don't have to walk awound in this gorgeous get-up." She giggled and wriggled in her chair. "That's not what I wanted to say."

"It's ok, I know what you wanted to say. I know you wouldn't have picked this, but it's not a lucky dip if you got to come up with all the ideas. Surely it's nice to not worry about anything for once."

"Okies, I will try but I get to choose the next idea."

The rest of the meal is much more relaxing for James and to Nadia's own surprise, she began to enjoy playing the role, much like a person can pretend to be drunk, and actually start feeling it.

After dinner, the couple went for a walk along the waterside, and Nadia enjoyed letting herself get distracted by all the lights and activities. At first, she walked around with both hands tugging her skirt down to cover her body as much as possible, but she found herself letting go gradually. She enjoyed the feeling of James taking care of her, and also the slack that everyone was cutting her in the pretty, ditsy blonde body. She managed to drop her ice cream while distracted by a kid blowing bubbles, and the ice cream seller nearly fell over himself to give her a new one for free.

This roleplay basically gave her infinite free passes, at the expense of the dignity James had sacrificed on her behalf, and she learned a lot about how some people live from it.

James was torn throughout the experience between enjoying her handsy, forward demeanor, and having to pull her hands off of him and stop her rubbing on him too much in public. "Save it for the bedroom," he said on more than one occasion.

Eventually they did make it back to the hotel room: she pounced on him before the door even closed behind them. His first act was to disable and remove her collar, giving her powers back. Of course, she couldn't reverse the effects of the potion.

They fucked several times that night, surprising them both with their stamina and the creative ways and positions Nadia was capable of inventing with her lowered inhibitions. She used her own magic to turn her pyjamas into a pastel pink nightdress before she passed out.