"So" said occult counselor Rain Blackfeather "You have endless nightmares about bimbo apocalypses, and they always end with you either dead or bimbofied?"
"Please" said Colin "I can't sleep, I get scared every time I see a woman who's blonde or has big, uh, breasts. It's ruining my life. I heard you can do something about it."
"We can, Colin, but this isn't about waving a magic wand and making you better. You're going to have to do some hard work. Now we've noticed that you post in a lot of gaming fora and you tend to refer to yourself as a 'gamer.' Why is gaming so important to you?"
"It's just, clean. You win or you lose. It's not graded on a curve. Even when I'm losing, I feel like I'm in control."
"Your dreams seem kind of like games. How do you feel when you blow bimbos away in your dreams?"
"It feels good for a second, but there are always more bimbos. It feels like I can't win."
"No, Colin, you can't. Because you're fighting against yourself. They're your dreams, you set the rules of the game, why do you think you always lose?"
"I don't know, the bimbos are just too powerful, I guess."
"You've taken everything you exclude from gamer Colin--sociableness, physicality, beauty, sexuality, engagement with the physical world, and put it all in the figure of the bimbo. But you can't eliminate those things from your life."
"But what can I do?"
Rain handed Colin a card. "This place is called TG Sodas. Clear a day from your schedule with no classes or job stuff. Don't plan to game that day either. Go there in the morning, and order a pink bubblegum soda. Drink half of it, no more. You need to make friends with your inner bimbo, Colin. She's really not a bad person."