The first bean you pick is the hot pink, kinda suspicious type. Figuring that you may as well risk the biscuit, you pop it into your mouth. Finding that your legs are now rubbing together, you have a pretty good idea what it does. As you thought, it's a bean that causes you, your house, and your lifestyle itself to become as feminine, pink, and ridiculously over-the-top girly as possible. By the time you arrive home, your house, which was pretty unassuming, is now more akin to a Barbie mansion. Everything inside, including the atmosphere itself, has turned pink, purple, or white. Deciding to look in a mirror, you see with no shock at all, a girl with a rather full figure wearing lolita fashion, sweet lolita specifically. You can remember this from when you went to a convention with your friend, who painted your nails a hot sparkly pink, something she'd promised to do for quite a while, as well as educating you on the different types. Anyway, you were wearing light pink maryjanes, white stockings, as well as a childish-looking dress with many, many petticoats. Your nails, as they were before, are a glittery hot pink, only with long nails that you estimated to be about 2". Your lips had increased as well, being rather full. As one would expect from such a blatant girly girl, you have quite the assets, which are both very sensitive, already causing extreme arousal, and bounce wildly at the slightest movement. Judging from what you can feel from under the knee-length dress, your thighs are very thick, and your hips are equally wide. You can take a confident guess that your rear has enlarged as well. Unsurprisingly, your hair is now fluffy, thick, very long, and hot pink. Real shocker. Sighing, you take out your ID. Your photo matches your current state. Your name is apparently Priscilla Candy Le Belle now, and you've reverted to...10 years old?! 10 years old, and your body is this voluptuous?! You groan as you try to picture what you'll look and sound like at 21. Your voice is already as breathy and high-pitched as Marilyn Monroe! Cursing yourself as you become even more turned-on, you flop onto your very bouncy, very frilly bed, which is covered in pillows and stuffed animals. While pondering your predicament, you realize that you are lying down in the most suggestive way subconsciously, with your legs spread. Quickly closing them, you hear what seems to be a female voice calling you.
"Milady Priscilla! Could you come downstairs?"
"Yes, in just a second!", you reply. After doing so, you find yourself faced with one of your maids, Clair, which you remember for some odd reason.
"Uhm, well, milady, I wanted to know what course of action you would take. Remember? You couldn't decide whether to go to Japan to buy some new clothing or to visit your playmates Felix and Sophia. Have you decided?"
...Well, have you?
Somehow, there might be a chance of having everyone be like you, a very feminine girl or even a effete trap. Only the gods above know...