"Of course I always wear them. I always try to look my best," the mayor said automatically. As he did, his face naturally adopted the stated features, becoming feminine and sexy. His lips puffed up, his eyelashes grew long and thick, his features softened as they became coated in what must have been a ridiculous amount of makeup. He also felt the feeling of metal against his face, and he realized he was wearing hoop earrings so large they almost reached his shoulders.
Now completely changed, the mayor realized with embarrassment that he must have looked just as much a bimbo as the reporters. At least the worst is over, he thought to himself, though the thought didn't give him much comfort.
"Is there any more questions?" he asked, in a sultry, suggestive voice. To his dismay, one of the bimbos raised a hand. Realizing he had no choice anyway, he picked her.
"Like, so, with the time for votey... choosey.... time," she began, clearly at a loss for the word.
"Election?" The mayor offered, glad that he at least wasn't as idiotic as the reporters, at least not yet.
"Right, erection," the reporter said with a giggle. "With erection time coming up, what would you like all the sexy boys and naughty girls out there to, y'know, know about you? Like, what's the real Mayor Hardon like?"
The mayor was surprised, realizing that under the valley girl speech and innuendo was a legitimate question. Then he realized the reporter had flubbed his name, realizing that he had likely acquired a name as ridiculous as his appearance now. Even worse, he found his crimson lips opening on their own, compelled to answer just as he had all the inane questions.
