Spin the Kink Wheel before going inside to get a head start on Babe Bucks

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Your hand trembles as you glance between the gleaming salon entrance and the phone in your palm. David is already halfway out of the car, but something reckless flares inside you.

"Wait," you call to him. "Just... give me a minute."

David pauses, one eyebrow raised curiously. "Getting cold feet?"

"No, I just..." You stare at the glittering wheel icon pulsing on your screen. "I think I can get a head start on the Babe Bucks."

Becky's avatar bounces excitedly. "Ooooh, going for the Kink Wheel? Brave little bimbo!"

Your thumb hovers over the icon, heart hammering against your ribs. Five hundred Babe Bucks in an instant. One-twentieth of the way home. But at what cost?

"What are you doing?" David asks, leaning back into the car, his cologne washing over you.

"Something stupid," you mutter, and tap the wheel.

The screen explodes with color and sound—a digital casino jingle plays as the wheel spins rapidly. Your stomach lurches with each rotation, watching the numbers blur.

"Oooh, babe... here comes your new obsession " Becky purrs.

The wheel slows. 5... 6... 4... 3... 2... and finally stops on 5.

"Number Chosen: 5," Becky announces with a giggle. "Kink Applied: Bimbo Brain Blast IQ locks at 70. Any attempt to think deep or resist just slides into giggles, gullibility, and a needy valley-girl pout."

A strange warmth floods your skull, like honey being poured over your thoughts. You blink rapidly as the world... simplifies. Complex ideas suddenly seem difficult to grasp, slipping away when you try to focus. Your lips naturally form into a slight pout.

"Riley?" David's voice seems to come from far away.

"I, um..." You struggle to formulate what was on your mind. What were you worried about again? Something about... changing back? That seems like, so much work though. "I'm fine! Totally fine!"

Your voice comes out higher, words lilting upward at the end. David's eyebrows rise slightly.

"You sure? You look a bit... different."

You giggle—a sound you've never made before, light and bubbly. "Different how?"

"Your eyes look... I don't know. Less focused?" He studies you closely.

"Oh my god, stop staring!" you say with another giggle, playfully swatting his arm. The sensation of your hand against his firm bicep sends a little thrill through you.

Becky beams from the screen. "Congrats, babe! 500 Babe Bucks added to your account! Plus your cute little brain just got a whole lot simpler. You're welcome!"

You should be horrified. Some distant part of you knows this. But that thought feels heavy, and thinking is suddenly so... tiring. Much easier to smile and enjoy how pretty the salon looks with all its lights.

"Let's go in!" you chirp, suddenly excited about the makeover. "I bet they'll make me look sooo cute!"

David watches as you bounce out of the car, your movements more animated, your expression brighter but somehow vacant. "You're... certainly embracing this," he comments, following you to the entrance.

"Well, yeah!" you respond, unable to remember why you wouldn't be excited. "It's gonna be fun!"

As David opens the door to Gloss & Glam, you catch your reflection in the glass. For a split second, alarm flares—something's wrong, you need to think, to plan—but then it dissolves into a pleasant fuzziness. Thinking is hard. Looking pretty is easy.

You step inside, greeted by the scent of expensive products and the soft chatter of stylists. A tall woman with auburn hair spots you and breaks into a wide smile.

"There you are!" Clara calls, waving you over. "David texted you were coming. I can't wait to get started!"

15:00 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney, London