Vignette "Mirror of Transformation" (Patreon)

I don't have access to main computer, so I have fun with chatgpt, so here some extracts from untold stories....

Setting: A brightly lit, mirrored training room in Ms. Lacey's studio, designed to mimic a high-end club environment.

Barbara, dressed in a glittering, skin-tight dress and towering heels, stands nervously in the center of the room. The outfit, selected by Ms. Lacey, is both revealing and restrictive, making her feel exposed and uncomfortable.

Ms. Lacey enters, clipboard in hand. Her expression is stern, her gaze scrutinizing. "Today, we test your progress, Barbie. Remember, a bimbo isn't just about looks. It's a lifestyle, a way of being. Let's start with your speech. I want light, bubbly, and utterly devoid of complexity."

Barbara swallows hard. She's been practicing, but the act of simplifying her speech to such an extreme feels like an erasure of her intellect.

"Begin," Ms. Lacey commands.

Barbara starts speaking, her voice unnaturally high-pitched. "Hi! I'm like, sooo happy to be here!" She drags out the vowels, her tone overly enthusiastic.

Ms. Lacey frowns. "More giggles, Barbie. And remember, your vocabulary. Keep it simple. No big words."

Barbara nods, feeling a pang of humiliation with each word. "I totally love shopping and, like, dancing!"

"Better. Now, let's test your intellect. We've dumbed down your thoughts, but I need to see it in action. Here's a basic math problem. Solve it."

Ms. Lacey presents a simple arithmetic problem, something Barbara would have found elementary once. Now, she struggles, her mind feeling muddled and slow.

"I... um... is it... twenty-two?" Barbara stammers, second-guessing herself.

"Wrong. It's twenty-five. Remember, Barbie, you're not supposed to get it right. You're a bimbo now. Intelligence is no longer your concern," Ms. Lacey says, her tone mocking.

Barbara feels a tear roll down her cheek, quickly wiping it away. She feels trapped in a grotesque parody of herself.

Next, Ms. Lacey focuses on Barbara's reactions to common scenarios in a bimbo's life. "A man offers to buy you a drink. How do you respond?"

Barbara, drawing on her training, responds with an exaggerated flutter of her eyelashes. "I'd be like, 'Oh my gosh, that's so sweet! I'd love a drink!' And then I'd giggle, right?"

Ms. Lacey nods, a cruel smile on her lips. "Yes, good. Always be flirtatious, always be pleasing. Now, if someone asks about your opinion on a complex topic, say, politics or economics, what do you do?"

Barbara pauses, then answers in her rehearsed bimbo tone. "I'd just giggle and say, 'Oh, I don't know much about those things. I'm more interested in, like, fashion and parties!'"

"Excellent. Feigning ignorance is key. You're learning," Ms. Lacey remarks, her voice dripping with condescension.

The session continues, with Ms. Lacey posing various questions and scenarios, each designed to reinforce Barbara's new, superficial persona. Barbara responds, playing the part of the bimbo, but each response chips away at her sense of self.

"Now, let's test your lifestyle knowledge. What are the latest trends in makeup and fashion? Remember, details are important here."

Barbara, drawing on the hours of training and exposure to fashion magazines, begins to list off the latest trends, her voice maintaining the required bubbly tone. "The newest trend is like, super bright eyeshadows, and like, really big, sparkly earrings!"

"And?" Ms. Lacey prompts, expecting more.

"And, um, high-waisted shorts are super in! And wearing, like, lots of bracelets and rings. Oh, and lip fillers are really popular!"

Ms. Lacey nods, her expression one of mock approval. "Very good, Barbie. It's crucial to keep up with these things. A bimbo must always be fashionable and desirable."

As the session nears its end, Ms. Lacey's tests become more intense, more demeaning. She forces Barbara to repeat vapid, bimbo-like statements, each one an affront to her former intelligence.

"Say, 'I don't read books; they're too long and boring. I'd rather watch reality TV.'"

Barbara's voice falters as she repeats the sentence, feeling a deep sense of loss and degradation. "I don't read books; they're too long and boring. I'd rather watch reality TV."

Ms. Lacey's laughter is cold and harsh. "Perfect, Barbie. You're becoming exactly what you're meant to be."

The session ends with Barbara feeling empty and hollow. The bright lights, the mirrors, the glittering outfit—all serve as stark reminders of the grotesque transformation she has undergone. She's a caricature of her former self, her intellect and depth buried under layers of enforced superficiality.

As Barbara leaves the training room, her reflection in the mirrors no longer resembles the woman she once was. She's become 'Barbie,' a living embodiment of the bimbo lifestyle, but at the cost of everything she once valued about herself. The training, with its cruel focus on diminishing her intellect and promoting a vapid existence, leaves scars far deeper than any physical transformation could.