Colin's jaw dropped at his girls: they were definitely like Jamie. Giant boobs (Marinette's boobs turned size DD for scale) , large rumps, big hips, tan skin, full lips, all in pleated miniskirts and all waving pom-poms.
"Like, hi master!" the girls squealed.
"Sam... Lucy... Marinette... Christina?" Colin asked in gobsmacked shock.
All of them giggled.
"Like, I'm Sammy!" the lead cheer bimbo said, looking like a deviantart bimbofication version of Samus Aran.
"I'm, like, here sweetie pie!" Lucy chirped. Anything masculine about her was gone, from her soft feminine frame, to her full curly blonde hair and pink painted nails.
"Cha master, I'm Marie." The ditzy bouncy valley girl once known as Marinette said.
"And, like, I'm Chrissy!" The no longer modest red head chirped, her triangle bikini top allowing her mammoth boobs to bob around as she bounced.
Colin stop there, stunned then got an idea as he slipped the lamp away.
"Uhhhhhh... hey girls! If a coconut has hair and milk, why isn't it a mammal?"
His bimbofied harem dumbly stood there.
"Why isn't it an animal like a cow of kitty?" Colin asked again.
This they understood, and they went into empty headed pondering and Colin looked around.
On his food packages in the kitchen, every label, ingredient, slogan was all the same: misspelled with horrible grammar. Colin checked in on the TV: everywhere he looked, he saw disconcerting things. Apparently inneudo was no longer necessary in any kind of show, deep themes were non-existant, and it seemed through National Geographic and such showed that the smartest men and women on earth became slutty blondes in cheerleader garb with the brain power of a college freshman.
Colin ran outside and saw that his dread and slight arrousal was confirmed: Bimbo Cheerleaders. Bimbo Cheerleaders as far as the eye could see. Making out on benches in public displays of affection that would have raised eyebrows before, practicing their cheer routines out and about, and generally acting like ditzy carefree teenagers.
One of the Cheer Bimbos looked right at him and said,
"Hey girls! Like, Master Colin's here!"
The bimbos squealed like rabbid Justin Beiber fans as Colin found himself soaking in what Jamie's wish had done. Since she wanted everyone to "like, feel happy, cute, and sexy like me with Master without any, like, icky bad stuff.", he knew what it ultimately meant.
On the plus side: Hundreds of busty, bootylicious women clambering to kiss him, slap his ass, and some even trying to have sex with him in the street! Two curvaceous red heads even flashed him, letting their DD cups flop out in front of his face. Also there was the end to sexism, racism, disease, war, acne (except for Colin, because Jamie thought he was sexy just the way he was), the body deteriorating with age, and all other "icky" things.
Colin got out of the wave and decided to...