"I'm a total nympho, and I got a voracious sexual appetite..." he found himself saying, as he twirled his red hair playfully. What am I doing? He wondered to himself, growing further horrified as he heard himself going on and on about his new slutty self.
Why, it seems like you're telling the nice lady what a naughty girl you are a voice replied.
What? Who's that? You can hear me? The mayor wondered.
But of course, big guy. Half the fun is simply listening to your little minds anguish under the chains of your new self.
You're the one that did this?
You got it. But I decided to take pity on you, make you a little offer.
An offer?
Of course. As it stands, you're going to find yourself acting more and more like the dumb little bimbo I made you, and you can do nothing but watch as you act just like these silly little reporters. Or...
Or what?
Or you'll be allowed to keep your intelligence, still as and alluring woman with quite a few needs of course. You'll be a slut, but you'll be far smarter than these bimbos, and you can act like it all you want.
What's the catch?
The catch is you lose your little sanctuary of masculinity in here. You'll become the new you down to your core. It's a blessing, really: rather than watch in horror as you fuck everything in town, you'll be enjoying it every step of the way. It may sound distressing right now, but what's worse: being a beautiful and sexy woman, or being stuck in the body of a mindless bimbo?
The mayor weighed his options, then gave the voice his answer...
