Subconscious Self-Awareness (Epilogue)

Following the final change, Jack had thanked the viewers for watching, an attendant had lead Erica offstage, and the show had concluded. Erica was still dealing with all her changes and trying to reconcile her new life. Her job, her education, her time as a respectable member of society, that was all over. She was just another victim of Bimbo or Billionaire, a sexy, slutty, stupid girl. As it turned out, at least she was treated relatively well by the showrunners. She had her own dressing room, the catering was pretty good, and if she kept her distance from Chrissi, she wasn't too far below average intelligence.

Still, her punishments were hard to get used to. Every time she passed a mirror she saw the vacant stare of a brainless ditz. Her innocent, youthful look combined with her masterfully applied yet heavy makeup gave her the look of a pretty little bimbo. Her curvy lower half jiggled and bounced with every step she took and due to all the attention on her now, her chest often matched it as well. She needed help getting dressed everyday or else she looked incredibly foolish. Chrissi gave her items of clothing to wear, but they were almost always too small. Her libido was mostly back to normal, but there were still times when she lost control. Although she wasn't as hopeless as before, she had plenty of airhead moments around the crew. She would try to pull open a push-door or forget where the bathroom was and someone would be there to help her out. In those cases, she was so turned on by the smart man who helped her that she usually gave in to her needs.

And then there was her new job as Chrissi's assistant on the show. It wasn't like she actually had anything to do other than stand there and look pretty and dumb. It was more so a way of further humiliating her in front of an audience week after week. Jack would sometimes take a break from tormenting the new contestants to poke fun at Erica just for fun. The best part was that on stage next to Chrissi she was too dumb to notice. Her attention span was that of a goldfish and any snide remark made at her expense slipped right past her smooth-brained level of understanding.

"Welcome back to a new episode of Bimbo or Billionaire! My name is Jack and I'll be your host. You all know our case girl Chrissi, but some of you have yet to meet Erica. Erica is Chrissi's little helper, but between you and me, she makes Chrissi look like a rocket scientist."

"Oh, Jack! I don't know anything about rockets!" Chrissi giggled.

"No, but at least you can dress yourself, right Erica?"

Last week Erica had gotten confused and put her panties on over her yoga pants and hadn't heard the end of it. She may be too stupid to know better, but she was still embarrassed by everyone's laughter.

"Uh, yeah, like, totally! I mean, what?"

"Nothing you need to worry about! I just thought since you're new here, we should introduce you to the viewers who missed your episode. Erica, tell the viewers what you did before you came on our show."

"Um, I counted the thingies the doctor gives you to make you feel better? They were all sorts of colors and shapes and stuff!"

"Really, you and counting? I don't know, you don't seem like you'd be very good at that. Can you count to ten for us?"

"Well there's one and two... and three and five... Uh, ten?"

"No dummy! There's lots more than that! One, two, three, four... five, six, seven... eight, nine, ten!" Chrissi finished with a little bit of help from a teleprompter at the end. "You're such a ditz!"

"Erica, how do you spell pharmaceutical?"

"Far-ma-huh?"

"Show us your bra!"

She hesitated a moment before lifted up her dress and pointing at her silk panties.

"Erica, you might be one of the stupidest bimbos we've ever had on this show. Is there anything you'd like to do to prove us wrong?"

"I'm not that stupid!" she laughed giddily. "I did lots of tests in school and they said I was really smart! I mean... I'm not a bimbo!"

In that moment her demeanor seemed to change. Her expression was still vacant and her lips formed an o-shaped pout, but a spark of intelligence had returned.

"I'm not a bimbo! You can make me look like an idiot all you want, but I'm still me! I'll get into the tech room and turn myself back! I'll put a collar on you and we'll see how stupid you are! I'll... I'll..."

Jack was smiling like he knew something she didn't and the audience was laughing at her. She would show them once she got out of here. A part of her was still immune to her intelligence reduction and eventually she would find a way to restore herself. All she needed was too snap out of her moronic haze at the right time and she'd...

"Hey Erica, you know you've been feeling yourself up this whole time?"

"Huh?"

Erica looked down at her massive melons and saw that her compulsion had gotten the better of her again. Her hands roamed around her tits in slow circles, lifting and squeezing them for maximum sex appeal.

"Oops! I dropped my microphone! Erica, could you pick that up for me?"

She was so flustered by the revelation of her unknowing breast massage that her focus was waning. Her burst of intelligent defiance was dying out, replaced by a swirling cloud of silly fluff. Her gullibility caused her to quickly bend down and pick up the microphone and hand it to Jack.

"There you go! What were we talking about?"

"You were saying how very smart you are!" Jack grinned. "Oh, and you might want to cover yourself up there, it looks like you've had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction!"

"A wardrobe... what?"

"Your tits are out."

In her attempt to pick up his microphone so quickly, Erica had let her boobs fall out of her top and there they remained jiggling and swaying. She scooped them up and with some effort managed to stuff them back into her dress.

"Oops! See, I have to remember so many smart things that sometimes I forget to cover my titties!"

Jack and the audience laughed again even more loudly than before. It was clear that any brains that were in her head, disappeared any time she was in the room with another bimbo. Somewhere inside, Erica was able to think rationally and it made it even worse for her to lose all her thoughts on the surface. She was just along for the ride as she performed as sexy stupid jester for all the viewers. It was easier to just let go and give in to her new persona, forgetting about who she used to be completely.

"Well anyway, that's Erica for you! And now, let's introduce tonight's contestant! Introducing..."