The former warden sat up, then looked down at herself. "Like, why am I dressed like a man? I look like I'm wearing my daddy's clothes," she said, before giggling.
Her laughter was loud enough to awaken the former secretary Jennifer Gale. She too began to giggle, although she didn't know why. But, of course, it didn't matter. She just liked to giggle. She was a silly bimbo now and bimbos liked to giggle.
Dr. Scott Freeman looked down at them and smiled. Just a few minutes ago they were both completely professional individuals. Now they were as dumb as a box of rocks. Maybe dumber, actually. But that was the beauty of this special gas. With only about fifteen seconds of exposure, it could turn anyone (male or female) into a stereotypical bimbo. Scott counted himself lucky to stumble onto this magnificent formula when he did. Originally, it was supposed to be used as a liquid, but he soon found a way for it to be used in a gaseous form. It was much easier to use that way. The original creator of the "drug" was a man named Harold Singer. He had never met the man and he hoped he never would. Scott did, of course, steal the formula from the guy. He didn't think that Singer would be very happy to run into him.
The two bimbos were still giggling.
"Okay, girls. That's enough," he said, smiling.
They stopped giggling and looked up at him expectantly. One of the interesting things about this drug was that for the first few hours after a person has been "bimbofied", the woman's mind was very malleable and gullible. He could tell them anything and they would believe it. Of course, they have so much trouble thinking by themselves anyway, they probably like that someone does the thinking for them.
