As Karen began to dress she failed to notice as her awards for various scholastic activities began to vanish from the wall. 'Best of Class','Award for Mathematical Excellence' and her collection of passing report cards all disappeared, only to be replaced by a handfull of 'Excellent Effort' awards and a box of report cards that had largely D and F grades in classes like 'Home Ec.' and various Remedial classes. She also didn't notice as she slid from 12th to 9th grade due to her being held back so offten.
None of this mattered to Karen. She tried on her new slutty clothes and strutted back and forth before the mirror. Damn! She was soooo HOT!!!
"Karen? Are you home yet?"
Karen, dressed in a red halter top, tight, white leather hot pants and red pumps with stiletto heels, pranced downstairs and hugged her mother as she came through the door, packages in hand.
"HI MOMMIE!" she squealed in her now high, bimboish voice. She hugged her mother and took one of the bags from her, being careful not to chip her flame-red acrylic nails. She sauntered into the kitchen and set the bag on the counter. Karens mother watched her daughters walk and sighed. She'd been such a good student. How on earth had her daughter turned-out to be such a...a...Bimbo?
"So...how was your day?" she asked.
Karen fluffed her blond hair, lit a cigarette and said "It was ok. I think that bitch Mrs. Havalin has it in for me, though. She was all "Get your head out of the clouds!" an' I was like "Hey! I'm at school, ain't I?" an' she was all "It dosn't matter if you dont learn anything!" an' I was like "Well that's YOUR job isn't it?" so she was "Get down to Detention!" an' I was all "T'Cha Right!" an' she starts steppin' up and I'm all "Back off BITCH!" an I guess you got to talk with Mrs. Havalin tomorrow."
Karen's mother looked pained as she shook her head. "Karen, how does this always happen to you? You HAVE to graduate school!"
Karen looked uninterested as she shrugged and said "I don' know, ma. An' as far as school goes...I think I'm gonna quit. I got an' offer from Max down at the 'Wild Pony' an' he says that he'll but me on strippin' full time for about five-hundred a week."
Karens mother (HECK - I'm nameing her Pam) looked shocked and exclamed "You most certianly are not! Your not even old enough to strip for a living!"
Karen rolled her eyes again and said "Well what do you think I'm gonna do? Shit ma, I aint no brain or nothin'! Strippin's probably my best bet! An' besides, Max says he can just pay me under the table for a while so nobody has to know I ain't old enough."
Pam looked at her daughter. She was not actualy entirely wrong about that. It wasn't as if Karen was going to magicaly grow a brain in the next three years.
Karen looked both defiant and submissive as she writhed under her mothers gaze. She knew her mother had been a good student, and she knew that she was disappointed in her. She'd always known it, but her mother loved her to much to make her feel bad about it.
Pam sighed and hugged her daughter. She fussed with her hair and said with a wry smile "Smoking's a bad habit, you know."
Karen rolled her eyes and smiled "T'Cha MOTHER!"
"I'll...I'll think about it, Karen."
Karen giggled and began to help her put away the groceries. She knew that when her mother said "I'll think about it." it usualy ment that she was going to let her get her way. Later, as she applyed her make-up and got ready for her date with Jon, she remembered she had the wishing stone. She picked it up and thought of wishing that she'd been smart, but decided not to. Instead she wished...
