Lisa was embarrassed when it came to the one group of people she was most jealous of: bimbos.
She wished she could be like them, gorgeous, confident, oblivious to anything wrong with the world and able to get whatever they wanted with a sexy look or a flash of a boob.
And Lo and Behold, there in front of her in the catalogue was, written in large, bubbly, pink letters:
“BIMBO FORMULA.
Are you a husband who wants your wife to loosen up a bit, become a bit more carefree?
Or are you a stressed out workaholic woman who thinks a week of pure obliviousness would do them wonders?
Well then we have a treat for you! The Spells R' Us Bimbo Formula is easy to use and completely and utterly manageable! You want to be a bimbo in body only? Then only pour the physical powder into a liquid and drink it! You want the intelligence of a sex toy? Then go ahead and use the mental powder! And the changes aren't permanent unless YOU want them to be, just drink the small vial of our patented Permanent Potion and we promise you shall be the way you are forever otherwise you change back within a week!
Or if you want a gradual change then we can do that too, just read the pamphlet you get with your formula!
Legal stuff: Not for sale in the country of Latveria, not for use by males, not to be used by under 18s due to “side effects”, over use of powder can cause creation of a “bimbo virus”.
All this for the price of only $50, or if your a first time buyer from the catalogue, free!”
Well that was settled then, Lisa tore the form out the back of the catalogue, filling in her mom's details and credit card number (just in-case she decided she wanted more stuff from Spells R' Us) and sent it off in the post... 4 days later just as she was leaving for school the postman came to the door with a small leather handbag from Spells R' Us, filled with little sachets of powder, each individually handwritten with a looping style “Bimbo – Mental, Bimbo – Physical” in fact as she looked in the bag there were extra powders too, everything from slut formulas to Goth formulas to skater girls to lesbians to nerds.
“Oooh I'm gonna have some fun!” Lisa smirked, galloping out her door, handbag in one hand, a bottle of water, ready for some formula, in the other.