Wendy woke slowly. Her body still tingled from last night’s wild and passionate sex. It was like she’d been a completely different person. Uninhibited. Desperate to please her husband.

She looked down at her naked body. Was it just her imagination or had it changed even more? Her hips flared out in an exaggerated hourglass shape. Her thighs were thicker, and her legs longer. Her dark chestnut brown hair had lightened to a golden shade. Her formerly thin lips were now plump and pouty.

Her breasts were huge and impossibly perky. Had they grown again? She cupped them in her hands, startled by how heavy they felt. No wonder her new bras were already too small.

This wasn’t normal. She looked like…like…

Like a bimbo…

The thought made her shiver. Why was this happening?

Her mind jumped straight to the book. It was hard to believe this was all just a coincidence. These changes started right after she began reading it…

That’s ridiculous, she thought. This isn’t the book’s fault. These changes are…unrelated. Books don’t change people.

Books don’t turn people into bimbos.

…Right?

But how else do you explain everything? She grabbed the book out of her purse and stared at its glossy pink cover.

Unleash Your Inner Bimbo

It was only satire, right? But ever since she started reading it, her body, her thoughts, even her behavior had all changed. Her mind was filled with dirty, humiliating fantasies. About Dan. About strangers. About her boss.

The logical part of her mind yelled at her to get rid of it. Or better yet, burn it.

But there was another part that felt warm and tingly anytime she thought about it. It urged her to keep reading, promising that everything would be just fine.

The doorbell rang, pulling her from her thoughts. She slipped into her bathrobe and headed downstairs.

She opened the door to find a handsome, young delivery boy standing on the porch next to a stack of pink boxes. His eyes were wide, trying his best not to stare.

“…Delivery for…Wendy?”

She’d forgotten all about the clothes Mandy had somehow convinced her to buy.

“Could you just put them in the living room.”

“Sure,” he said, grabbing the first load.

Her eyes lingered on his bulging biceps as he carried them inside. He’s so…strong…

Suddenly an image flashed in her mind: the delivery boy taking his shirt off. His sexy, muscular chest glistening with sweat. She squeezed her thighs together.

Stop!

Wendy shook her head. This wasn’t like her. She never used to fantasize about random men. But now she couldn’t stop.

She reached into her purse and fumbled for her wallet. Her fingers brushed against the pink book. It felt warm to the touch. She imagined untying her robe and letting it fall to the floor. Seeing the stunned look on his face as stared at her new curvy body.

Suddenly, a wicked thought crossed her mind.

“…What if I gave him…a different kind of tip?”

The idea made her pussy tingle. She imagined herself on her knees with his cock in her mouth while he moaned her name.

Mmm, big package for Wendy…

“Ma’am?”

“Yes!” she gasped, then caught herself. “Uh… yes?”

“All done,” he said, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“Oh…right, thank you.” She handed him a twenty, letting her hand brush against his just a moment too long.

She quickly shut the door before she embarrassed herself further.

“What is wrong with me?”

Wendy looked over at the mountain of pink boxes in her living room. She bent over and opened one. Inside was a tiny light-blue top and a barely there yellow microskirt.

“What was I thinking? I can’t wear this…”

How did she ever let Mandy talk her into buying all these super skimpy clothes? But as her fingers rubbed against the fabric, she suddenly imagined herself wearing it.

She slammed the box shut. This whole thing was fun while it lasted, but no more. It was time for everything to go back to normal.

Back upstairs, Wendy searched through her closet for something to wear. Something modest. Something professional. Something her.

She grabbed one of her old work outfits: a crisp white button-up shirt, black pants, and a black jacket.

Wendy tried putting them on, but her new exaggerated curves made it frustratingly tight. The buttons on her shirt strained against her now massive bust, while the waistband of her pants painfully pinched her ultra-wide hips.

Frustrated, she reached into her purse and her fingers brushed against the book again. It’s voice whispered into her mind.

It’s not that extreme.

You’re fine.

No one will ever notice.

“This is fine,” Wendy told herself. “Just a little extra weight.”

***

Conversations suddenly stopped as Wendy hurried through the office. Everyone around her stared and whispered.

What happened to Wendy?

Her boobs…they’re huge.

Did she get work done?

Wendy? No way. She would never.

Just look at her.

That ass is way too big to be real.

The hushed comments filled her with embarrassment, but also…arousal. She hurried to her office and shut the door.

“They’ll forget about it by tomorrow,” she told herself.

Wendy turned her computer on and stared at the screen. The numbers all blurred together. She’d been using this accounting software for years, but now it was completely unrecognizable.

“Let’s see. Start with the monthly expense report…right?”

She tapped her nails against the desk as she tried to figure out what to do next. Why was this so hard?

A sudden knock broke her concentration. Wendy looked up to see Mandy standing in the doorway, holding a box of tissues. She had red, puffy eyes and mascara running down her cheeks.

“Mandy? What’s wrong?”

The sobbing secretary sniffled. “My grammy died.”

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

Mandy dabbed her eyes. “I’ll be fine. I mean…it’s hard, ya know? But, like, she did live a super long life.”

Wendy stood up and awkwardly placed her hand on Mandy’s shoulder.

“Yeah….” She was always bad at comforting others. “Is there anything I can help with?”

“Well… there is one thing.”

“What?”

“I gotta go back home for the funeral. But…Mr. Williams has a super busy week. I’d feel terrible if I left him like this, without any help.”

Wendy smiled politely. “I’m sure he’ll manage. He’s a grown man.”

“But he’s such an important man,” Mandy replied.

Important? He’s just an overpaid egomaniac.

But Mandy’s comment echoed in her mind. Important man. She blinked, suddenly feeling lightheaded.

Well, he is important, isn’t he? He’s the manager of the entire office. Every major decision goes through him.

“I guess he is an important man,” Wendy reluctantly agreed. Even if he was an arrogant asshole.

“And he works so hard,” Mandy continued. “I just…I don’t want him to get overwhelmed.”

Mr. Williams was always busy, always moving. Always in control. It must be exhausting. Being such a…hard worker.

Maybe that’s why he’s so demanding. No wonder he gets so frustrated when people mess up. It can’t be easy being such an… important man.

“Could you cover for me?” Mandy asked. “Just for a few days.”

Wendy snapped out of her daze. “Me? I’m an accountant…not a secretary.”

The idea of being anyone’s secretary was bad enough, but Mr. Williams secretary? The man she’d spent the past six months arguing with. She’d rather die. He was the worst. Arrogant, misogynistic, dismissive, condescending, and just plain rude.

But he was an important man. A man with power and authority. A powerful man. A hardworking man. The kind of man who deserved respect.

“Please, Wendy. He needs somebody who can take care of him.”

The words sank into Wendy’s mind.

Take care of him. Something about it seemed so…right.

Someone like him shouldn’t have to deal with distractions. He needed someone to make things easier for him. Someone to help him. Someone to take care of him. Someone who understood how important he was.

“He needs me…” Wendy realized.

“Yes! Exactly! You’d be perfect. Please, Wendy?”

Wendy tried to remind herself of all the reasons why this was a terrible idea. But instead, she thought about Mr. Williams. His commanding presence. His big, strong hands resting on his desk. His deep, authoritative voice calling her name.

He was such an important man, wasn’t he? A powerful man. He deserved someone who knew that. Someone who respected him. Important men deserved to be taken care of.

“I’ll do it,” Wendy heard herself say.

“You will?” Mandy pulled her into a tight hug. “Ohmygosh, thank you, thank you, thank you. You’re a lifesaver.”

Afterwards, Wendy told herself she’d only agreed as a favor. Mandy needed her help. That’s all.

Her fingers slid between her thighs as her thoughts drifted back to Mr. Williams. His overwhelming authority, the sharp intensity in his eyes, the way he looked at her like she had no choice but to obey. Her arousal reached a breaking point, too powerful to resist.

“Yes, sir! Yes, sir! Yes, sir!” Wendy cried out, her body shaking as she gave in.

***


Wendy sat at Mandy’s desk outside Mr. Williams’ office, surrounded by scattered paper, sticky notes, pink highlighters, and glitter pens. It all seemed so…immature.

A mug labeled "World’s Hottest Secretary" sat on the desk, next to a framed selfie of Mandy at the beach in an outrageously skimpy bikini. She looked around at the chaotic collection of sticky notes. Mandy’s bubbly handwriting was everywhere: the monitor, the desk, even the phone.

Smile more!

Mr. W luvs happy gurls!

Wendy rolled her eyes. “Who writes stuff like this?” The handwriting was almost cartoonishly girly with looping letters and hearts dotting all the i’s.

One note in particular kept catching her eye.

Mr. W luvs happy gurls!

The phrase echoed in her mind. She noticed her own scowling face in the small mirror Mandy kept on her desk.

The entire workstation was a complete mess. There was no logic, or reasoning, just…chaos. She once read a book about how someone’s workspace was a reflection of their personality. Sitting here was like being directly inside Mandy’s ditzy mind.

She was already regretting this.

Wendy thought about her own office. Always neat, organized, and professional. She missed the privacy. It was tucked away in a remote corner. No one ever passed by unless they had a reason to.

This was the complete opposite. Mandy’s desk was right in front of Mr. Williams office, in one of the busiest spots in the workplace. To get anywhere, you almost always had to walk past her.

It was strange sitting out in the open, where everyone could see. She felt like she was on display.

Her ultra tight clothing didn’t help. What was meant to be a modest, professional outfit now felt uncomfortably revealing on her curvy figure. She had to be very careful how she moved, otherwise the large gaps between her buttons would give an accidental glimpse of her bra.

Everyone who walked by seemed amused by her situation. The women all whispered and laughed. She didn’t understand what was so funny.

The men were a lot friendlier, most even stopped by to chat. It was actually kind of nice, except for all the staring. Every single one of them, leering at her body. And the way they spoke to her felt…different. But she couldn’t quite place why.

Normally she would’ve shut down this kind of attention. She would’ve dismissed the flirty comments or called out the inappropriate stares. But today she found herself feeling…shy.

Maybe even a little flattered.

It was 9:45am and Mr. Williams still hadn’t arrived. Typical. Wendy had always considered it unprofessional for a manager to always show up late, but now…

“He’s a very busy man, she thought. A powerful man. He’s probably just taking care of something important.”

The elevator doors opened, and Mr. Williams confidently strode into the office, commanding everyone’s attention. His expensive, tailored suit clung perfectly to his broad shoulders, projecting authority.

“Wendy?” he said, raising an eyebrow as he stopped in front of her. “What are you doing here?”

Wendy sat up straight, suddenly feeling exposed. “Good morning. Uh, well…Mandy had a family emergency. I’m filling in for her. Just for a few days.”

“You? As my secretary? Interesting,” he said, his eyes sweeping over her body. “And you think you’re qualified?”

“I can handle it,” she said defiantly.

Mr. Williams smirked. “We’ll see about that. Coffee. Two sugars, no cream.”

Coffee? He wanted her to fetch coffee? She was the head accountant with over a decade of experience. She worked on multimillion-dollar budgets. Handled payroll for the entire company. And now she was being reduced to this? She’d only agreed to help with the administrative tasks. Not personal errands.

But something stopped her.

He’s your boss. He’s an important man. His time is valuable. Be a good secretary and get his coffee.

Wendy sighed. “Fine.”

She stood up and made her way to the break room. Her hips swayed with each step. She returned a few minutes later and placed the steaming mug on Mr. Williams desk.

“Here you go.”

He picked it up, took a cautious sip, then scowled. “What is this?”

“Your coffee.”

“That’s not my coffee. Two sugars, Wendy. This tastes like you dumped the whole jar. Is it really so hard for you to follow simple instructions?”

Wendy crossed her arms. “What do you mean? I…I did exactly what you asked for!”

“Do it again,” he ordered.

“Excuse me?”

“Do it again,” he calmly repeated. “And this time, get it right.”

For a moment, Wendy considered storming out of office. How dare he treat her like this. She was a professional. She was only doing this as a favor to Mandy. She wasn’t going to let him treat her like this.

But as she stared at him, her resistance started fading. There was something about the way he looked at her. His sharp eyes burned with authority. She suddenly felt so tiny and weak under his intense stare. Like a silly little girl whose father was disappointed in her.

“…I’ll fix it,” she meekly murmured.

His stern expression faded, and his warm smile returned. “Good. And let’s not see that attitude again.”

Wendy grabbed the mug and walked away, her face burning with embarrassment.

Who does he think he is?

And why had she backed down so quickly? She never used to hesitate to put him in his place. She’d stood up to him plenty of times. But then another thought entered her mind.

He’s right. It’s my fault. I should’ve gotten it right the first time. He’s an important man.

When she returned with a new cup of coffee, Mr. Williams took another sip.

“Better but not great. Was that really so hard?”

Wendy forced a smile. “No…”

“Good. Now get back to work.”

***


The more Wendy tried to figure out Mandy’s system, the more confused she became. She opened the drawer labeled “ABC System,” hoping to find neat alphabetical files. Instead she found a folder labeled: Always Boss’s Coffee.

But instead of expense reports for coffee runs, or supplies for the break room, it was just filled with more notes covered in doodles and hearts.

get Mr. W his fave—two sugerrs, no creem!!!

dont forget stirry thingy!!

Wendy stared in disbelief. The next folder read: Anything Boys Crave.

Ware pink tomarow…Mr. W loooooves pink!!!

Big smilles = big rewords!!!

Mr. W is soooooo hawtttt!

“…What the hell is this,” she muttered. “How does she still have a job?”

Then she remembered the answer. Mandy stumbling out of Mr. Williams office, hair messy, skirt crooked, with a big, satisfied grin. Wendy couldn’t help but giggle.

“At least she’s good at something.”

She reluctantly grabbed the next folder: Always Be Cute.

Alweys smile!

Boys luvvv boooobs ;)

“Unbelievable,” Wendy scoffed, while her hand unconsciously undid one of the buttons on her shirt, exposing a hint of her cleavage.

By the time she got to: Absolutely Big Contracts, she was surprised to find it was actually full of legitimate contracts. Though they were haphazardly mixed in with even more sticky notes and doodles.

Wendy groaned and slumped forward. She laid her head on the desk. Her mind felt scrambled. The longer she spent around Mandy’s notes, the worse her headache became. Every note seemed to hum in her mind, the bubbly handwriting dancing in her thoughts.

Dont overthink it, just do ur besttt! >:)

Mr. W luvs happy gurlls!

Boys luvvv boooobs ;)

***

Wendy awkwardly bent over the copy machine, trying to unjam a piece of paper.

She hated this. She was an accountant. She shouldn’t be dealing with broken machines or fetching coffee, yet here she was. Like some clueless intern.

“Need help, hun?”

The voice startled her. She turned to see Brian, one of the junior accountants, standing by the door.

“I’m fine,” Wendy said. “And don’t call me hun.”

“Just being friendly. Mandy usually calls me when something like this happens. She knows I’m good with my hands.”

Friendly? Brian had never been friendly with her before. He’d been respectful, sure, but only because she was his boss. Wendy always suspected he never liked her much, but being popular was never something she cared about.

She looked back and noticed Brian was staring at her body in a hungry way. Suddenly, she realized she’d been completely bent over this entire time. She quickly stood up, trying to regain some of her dignity, but lost her balance and fell. Her new, top-heavy figure made her feel so unsteady.

“Careful there,” Brian said, helping her up. She felt a surge of arousal as his hand gently squeezed her butt.

Wendy quickly pushed him away. “I said I’m fine.”

“Only trying to help, ma’am.”

After he left, Wendy groaned with frustration. She hated being seen like this, flustered and struggling.

…But maybe she had been a bit too harsh.

***


Over the next couple hours, Mr. Williams found more ways to torment her. He called her into his office over and over again for trivial tasks. Each time, she could feel him staring at her body.

“Wendy, grab my dry cleaning.”

“…Really? Your dry cleaning?”

“Wendy, organize this drawer for me.”

“If you really think that’s the best use of my time.”

“Wendy, get me those marketing projections.”

“Fine.”

“Wendy, get me some more coffee.”

“Sure…”

“Wendy, schedule that meeting for tomorrow.”

“Okay…”

“Wendy, can you straighten up my office for me?”

“Alright.”

“Wendy, pick that pen for me,” he said during a meeting. All eyes turned to her.

“Yes, sir,” she automatically responded, her body moving before her mind could protest. When she bent down, she felt the tight stretch of her pants, her rear pushing out in full view of her coworkers. She could feel everyone’s eyes on her big butt.

Humiliation washed over her, but alongside it came an unexpected arousal. She quickly sat back down, thighs clenched together, staring at the floor.

“You know, you’re actually starting to get the hang of this,” Mr. Williams said, after the meeting was over. “Maybe we’ve found your true calling.”

“This is just temporary. I’m only doing a favor for Mandy.”

“Of course. But you’re getting very good at it.”

Wendy looked up. Her boss’s approval made her feel strangely satisfied. Like the feeling she used to get in school when she made her teachers proud.

“I can see you’re even starting to enjoy it.”

“Huh?”

Wendy was confused.

She wasn’t enjoying it.

…Was she?

***

By the afternoon, Wendy could barely focus. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions: anger, embarrassment, frustration, and a constantly growing arousal.

The phone rang. She fumbled with the buttons before answering.

“Uh…Mr. Williams’ desk…er, I mean, office. This is, M…umm, Wendy speaking.”

There was a click. She accidentally hung up the call. “Aw, crap!”

She looked over at one of Mandy’s sticky notes.

dont worryy! ur doin great! ; )

The words seemed to dance in her mind and Wendy felt her shoulders relax. For some reason, she didn’t feel the usual rush of embarrassment she got from messing up. Instead she felt calm, the mistake already fading from her thoughts.

Another note drew her attention.

remembr 2 smile! : )

The words practically glowed and Wendy felt a strange urge to smile. On the reflection of the computer monitor she noticed her abnormally white teeth flashing in an awkward grin.

She looked over at another note and her breathing slowed. The bubbly lettering almost seemed to move. The hearts slightly pulsing as her vision began to blur.

Mr. W luvs when i look pretyy! <3 <3

Wendy’s glossy pink nails hovered over it. The words seemed so loud. Even louder than her own thoughts. Without realizing it, she started thinking about Mr. Williams.

B cute, stay sweet, work hard! <3 <3 <3

The hearts seemed to wink at her as the words burrowed deeper into her mind.

dont overthink it babe!

Her breathing grew heavier. She felt so warm. So…tingly. Her thighs pressed together as her eyes drifted from one note to another.

flirtyy gurls have way mor fun!

Boys luv when u giggle!

Mr. W is soooo dreamy his strong hands his deep voice…UGH sooooo hottttt!

Big smilles = big rewords!!!

The messages swirled in her head, their cheery tone replacing her own thoughts. It felt so silly, so vapid, but also so…exciting.

Her fingers twirled a stand of her hair as she stared blankly at the pink clutter around her.

Her mind kept drifting back to Mr. Williams. His sharp suit, his strong hands, his deep voice, and the way he looked at her like he owned her.

Wendy shook her head. She hated the way he was treating her. He was such a total jerk sometimes.

“And he’s super sexy too—I mean, sexist. Super sexist,” she giggled.

Wendy looked over at her purse. For a moment, she could’ve sworn it was glowing, but by the time she looked inside, everything was normal. She placed her hand on top of the pink book, comforted by its warmth.

“Everything is normal,” she repeated. “Everything is normal.

But her reflection on the computer screen, twirling her hair with a big vapid smile, seemed to disagree.

***


Wendy was feeling very strange. Sitting at Mandy’s desk was messing with her mind in a way she couldn’t explain. There was just something…weird about being there.

At first, she told herself it was the sticky notes, the glittery pens, and the nonsensical organization. And those were all part of it, but there was something else.

It was the attention.

The nonstop parade of coworkers passing by her desk wasn’t helping. Every few minutes, someone new would stop by. Their eyes all lingered on her body. At first they tried to be subtle, but after a while, they didn’t even bother to hide it.

She could feel their eyes on her massive breasts, and wide hips, and on her legs when she crossed them.

And their comments…

They were becoming more and more inappropriate. Men who used to respect her. Women who used to be her friend. They were all treating her like some dumb, silly girl.

They were treating her like Mandy.

Wendy should’ve been angry. She should’ve told them off, like she used to. But she didn’t. She told herself that she just didn’t want to make a scene. That she wanted to avoid conflict, but deep down she knew the truth.

She liked it.

She liked the way they stared. She liked how they leaned closer when they spoke to her. She liked the compliments. She liked the flirty jokes. She liked the way they admired her.

And when Brian stopped by, she found herself apologizing for what happened earlier in the copy room.

“I’m really sorry about earlier, I shouldn’t have been so… grumpy. That was really rude of me!”

“It’s fine. It’s my fault,” Brian said.

“Maybe next time, you could…give me a hand,” Wendy said with a slight giggle. “I’m sure you’re really good at fixing stuff.”

Brian looked confused.

She grabbed his tie and leaned closer, her cleavage nearly spilling out. “Oooh, I just love this tie.”

“Are you feeling okay, ma’am?”

“Ohmygosh, you don’t have to call me ma’am. That’s so…like…serious.”

Wendy looked down at noticed her breasts nearly spilling out. “Whoopsies. I keep losing these silly buttons. It’s cause of these big boobies of mine…I mean—breasties. These big breasties. Uh, I mean, uh, breastses, these huge breastses keep making them go pop!”

Brian’s look of confusion turned to one of amusement as he watched his usually serious boss embarrassing herself.

She giggled, causing her chest to jiggle even more. “…Maybe you could help fix them?”

Wendy suddenly snapped out of her daze. “Uh, I mean, uh, you know, help me, if you find the buttons, just let me know. That’d be great. Thanks.”

Brian winked as he walked away, taking one last look at her tits. “Sure, thing, hun.”

Wendy noticed her nipples were hard, and her panties were damp with arousal. She couldn’t take it anymore.

She needed to regain her composure before someone else came by.

Wendy stumbled into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Her mind replayed the events of the day over and over again: the strange looks from her coworkers, the sexual comments, the way they undressed her with their eyes, and Mr. Williams’ demanding voice.

“What’s happening? This isn’t me…”

But her reflection just stared back at her with big wide eyes. The expression on her face looked…off.

Vapid.

Pretty.

And…amused?

Wendy splashed cold water onto her face.

“This is just stress. That’s all.”

But her reflection didn’t seem stressed. In fact, it looked…content. Relaxed. Even a little flirty. Wendy blinked, startled by the way her head tilted, and her lips formed a sexy pout.

“I’m not…I don’t look like that.”

You’re just tired. It’s okay to relax, Wendy.

Wendy looked around the empty bathroom.

Relax…

She closed her eyes and felt her worries wash away. Her grip on the sink loosened as she let out a long sigh.

You deserve a little break.

Wendy nodded slowly. Her mind began to fog over. A small, giggle slipped out.

“No!” she suddenly exclaimed. She jumped back from the mirror. “I’m not…I don’t need…”

But her reflection didn’t share her panic. Its head tilted to the side as its vapid smile grew even wider.

You’re so tense, Wendy. So stressed. Don’t you want to feel good?

Wendy squeezed her thighs together at the question. The warm arousal spread through her body.

Look how pretty you are. Look at that cute little pout. Smile for me, Wendy.

She tried to resist but her plump lips slowly formed a shy smile.

There you go. That’s a good bimbo.

“What? I’m not…I’m not a…”

Wendy stared at her massive breasts. She’d lost several buttons throughout the course of the day. Her nipples were hard and her body was so very warm. So tingly. She squirmed as she tried to ignore the growing ache between her thighs.

“This isn’t right…”

Then why does it feel so good? Why do you feel so warm? So excited? Pretty girls like you deserve to feel good, Wendy. They deserve to smile and laugh and have fun. Everyone loves a pretty girl. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted? To be loved?

“Stop it.”

You’re imagining it, aren’t you?

Wendy gasped as the smile on her reflection grew wider.

You’re not ready yet… the voice said, almost disappointed. That’s okay, Wendy. We have time.

Wendy looked around the bathroom. The fog in her mind had suddenly cleared. But the fantasy of her as a bimbo still remained. She closed her eyes as her fingers brushed against her soaking wet panties.

She imagined herself dressed up in one of Mandy’s slutty outfits. Everyone loved her. They always wanted her around. And she loved making them feel good. She lit up every room she entered. People would be desperate to see her. Desperate to slide their cocks into her tight pussy. She would make everyone feel so very good. And in return, they would take good care of her. No worries. No stress. Just dumb and horny, all day long. Fucking and sucking. Big, strong powerful men. Men who would’ve never looked her way before now. Men like Mr. Williams. Men she needed to obey. Men she needed to serve.

Maybe Mandy had it right this whole time.

A gentle orgasm filled her body as she stopped thinking and let the pleasure wash over her.

Wendy opened her eyes. She was standing in the bathroom, but couldn’t remember how she got there. She’d come in for something…hadn’t she? But why?

Oh, right… she just needed a moment to clear her head. That was it.

Time to get back to work.

As she left the room, her reflection was smiling back at her. Bright and vapid.

And so very pleased.