"I want..." Thoughts were not coming easily. What did I want? The image of the hot boy in the other house suddenly came into my mind. I wanted him! Wait, no! That wasn't what I wanted, that was the blond bimbo whose body I was trapped in wanted.
"I want to think just like the old me. To have my old personality and intelligence. To not have Kelly's... urges."
The girl looked at the remote. "I can't give you back your old body, but I think I can do that." She pushed a couple of buttons on the remote.
Nothing happened. At least nothing obvious. I started thinking about the day, and thoughts did seem to come more clearly to me. Thinking back to sex with the red-headed boy, I suddenly became repulsed with myself and what I did when I was thinking like a bimbo. On one hand, this meant I no longer had Kelly's desires and emotions. On the other hand I felt a little sick.
The girl gave me a questioning look. "What happened? Do you have your old personality back?"
"Like, I feel gross for having sex with that boy, you know, and I think I totally have my personality again!"
The girl looked skeptical. "Are you sure?"
I giggled and was about to respond by saying 'totally' when I realized that I don't say 'totally.' I also don't giggle. "Oh gosh, I'm talking like a bimbo!"
"But you have your old personality back?"
"Yes." I sat down in a chair contemplating what had just happened to me. Besides thinking more clearly than before I definitely no longer had any 'bimbo' urges. Why did it become perfectly natural to talk like a bimbo then?
The girl said, "I see. That's the trade-off. You got back your old personality, so instead you now talk like Kelly. You also have some of her mannerisms."
It was then I realized I was nervously curling my blond hair with my fingers and was sitting with legs crossed. "Oh gosh!"