...That's hot

There is something about it you can't deny, even if a small and shameful part of you wants to. A girl who is totally willing to go the extra mile to become a sex object. A girl who has gotten it into her head, unprompted by anyone else, to become a brainless fuckdoll. Heaven help you, you're a sinner.

"So you just don't want to be smart," you say, trying to hide your own reaction. "You want to just be...I mean, for lack of a better term...hot and stupid."

"That's...like, a way of putting it," she experimentally re-enters her valley girl speak. As if trying to find out whether you'll approve. "I know that my brain can be smart, but it's not what I've ever wanted to be. Like...I look at women who are totally just trophy wives. With rich husbands. And I felt bad for it for like, the entire time I was in High School. Like everyone was telling me I shouldn't...but I totally wanted that. Is that bad?"

"No," you say, adjusting your collar. "Nothing that you want for yourself is bad. In this world, we should all be free to pursue whatever we desire."

She giggles. "That, like, sounds like something from a movie. Did you just make that up?"

"Well, it is a policy I'm trying to live by, now," you say. As of this moment. "What I don't get is, why did you ask for a tutor?"

"I'm, like, supposed to," she says. "My parents want me to. It's not like I go around saying to my family: 'oh, I totally want to be a bimbo.' So, like, I'm supposed to have one. But my plan was to make it not work. But you are, like, way too smart and everything! I don't think I ever could have hid it from you, so I don't feel bad!"

Her way of speaking is so consciously vapid...so eager to please and belittle herself. Was this always your kink? It is now.

But now that you know, how are you going to proceed?