Jon ran upstairs and quickly wished "I wish I won't be turned into a girl by a bimbo." The stone glowed, granting his wish. But really, he wasn't sure why something like this would even happen. He never wished for a virus that would turn guys into bimbos. Something bizarre like that could only be wished for, right? Or could it?
"Did you make it happen?" the man in the suit and tie asked, walking into the lab.
"Yeah," the young man said. "But I'm not sure we did the right thing."
"How so? We needed to balance the population. Right now, there are far too many males and not enough females."
"But females are so ... dumb. Is it really right to inflict that on a male?"
"Not all males will be affected by the virus and eventually someone will find a way to protect themselves from it. But until then, we have time to balance the population."
The young man sighed. "Yeah, I suppose you're right." But it didn't really seem like he agreed with him and the man in the suit noticed.
"Carl," the man said.
"Yeah?" the young man asked, turning around. "Hey, what ..." Before he could finish his sentence, the man sprayed something in his face.
"I'm sorry I have to do this to you, but I can't have you reversing what you did."
"No!" Carl yelled, as he felt himself changing.
The man in the suit stood there silently as he watched Carl (the man who created the bimbo virus) writhe in pain as he became female and then turned into a bimbo.
Carla twirled her hair around her finger and giggled. "Like, who are you? Oh oh! I know! You're like my boss or something, right?" she asked, in her new ditzy voice.
"I was."
