"Are you ready?"

 

She nodded eagerly. It had been a tough 90 minutes or so for her, most of it spent blindfolded or with her eyes closed as I dyed, washed, and blow-dried her blonde curls. I knew her curiosity was burning. We had played this game a few times; when I dyed her hair bright red, she transformed into a horny vixen. When we went green, she became a pixie girl (though we had to dye that one back earlier than planned because it was getting to the coldest part of winter and she kept refusing to come inside). When I dyed her hair purple, she felt like royalty, which made corrupting her all the more fun.

 

This time, I uncovered the mirror and my little bimbo princess started giggling as soon as she saw her bubblegum pink locks.

 

"So, what do you think?"

 

"I... uh... thinking?" She giggled again. "I love it! Um.... ohmygod, can I paint my nails?" She had spied the collection of nail polish she kept in the bathroom.

 

"Of course you can. You just have to answer one simple question for me. Do you think you can do that?"

 

"Yes! Yes!" she was bouncing up and down. "Please! Please ask! I want to paint my nails pretty pink!"

 

"What's 2 + 2?"

 

"Um..." she giggled again. "I have no idea!"