"God, what are you looking at?" I said at my boyfriend. He was just sitting there, looking at me like a hungry dog eying a steak. I’d be lying if I said that it wasn’t a turn-on. I mean just a little bit, but c’mon, Brian, get it together. I blew him this morning. I leave him alone for, like fifteen minutes to see the doctor, and I come back to the waiting room and he’s all horny and desperate to see me?
He walked up to me and put his hand on my butt. Which felt freaking awesome, I love it when he gets handsy, but still, kind of embarrassing. Just by instinct really, I leaned in to him and I could feel that he had a hard-on. Seriously, I blew him not like an hour ago.
I glanced at his watch, and it didn’t make sense. It couldn’t be 5 already, I was only in there for 15 minutes… And now that I really thought about, did I really blow him this morning? I mean, it sounds like me, but for some reason, I had no memory of ever giving him head, like ever.
But, no, I always wake Brian up by licking his balls. Duh. That’s just so me.
Brian squeezed my ass and I squeaked. “You guys did great work on her,” he said to the doctor.
"Yeah, yeah, thanks," the doctor brushed off the compliment, "Just so you know, the psych department did something new for her. It should keep her a bit closer to her old personality, like you wanted, but it’ll take some time for her to adjust totally. You should probably avoid trying to confront her with the past, and don’t let her tax her brain too much." To be honest, I wasn’t really listening to the doctor at this point, I was too focused on Brian’s hand.
"What are you saying, doc?" Brian asked.
"Just take her home and fuck her until she’s unconscious, safest course of action," the doctor said, not looking up from his pad.
"Ooooh, doctor’s orders," I whispered naughtily into Brian’s ear. I knew I’d feel better after that prescription.
"Please repeat after me, girls.
I’m soft and silly.
I’m cute and confused.
I’m ditzy and dumb.
I’m happy and horny.
I’m vacant and vapid.
I’m a stupid, simple slut.
I’m a bubbly, bouncy bimbo.
I’m a dim, dopey ditz.
I’m an obedient, airheaded object.
I’m a giggly bimbo.
I’m a silly bimbo.
I’m an empty bimbo.
I’m a horny bimbo.
I’m a total bimbo.
…very good, girls.
Now, start again.”