Warning: This chapter gets a bit... Intense. Patreon doesn't have a good way for me to hide stuff behind spoilers, so feel free to just skip past this bit if you don't wanna know? Gonna have it be a few lines down, so just skip on down to the big Olivia if you want that!

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Warning for Int Loss. (But you have my vague promise that it'll all end up okay!)

Olivia

I woke up the next morning, feeling surprisingly well rested. It was almost hard to believe that I’d fallen asleep in the basement of a semi-insane magical girl with a past history of stabbing me with butcher knives and casting lust spells on me before locking me away in a box. Though maybe that just boiled down to the simple fact that, despite all evidence saying that I shouldn’t trust her, I still did? She was still a magical girl, after all - and yeah, I knew that being a magical girl wasn’t necessarily the heroic profession I’d thought it to be… but at the end of the day, weren’t they still heroes who were trying to save people? Sure, some of them had likely had ulterior motives. And yeah, they definitely hadn’t fully understood what they were signing up for, and yes they were all being mentally manipulated into doing their jobs while also maybe sort of unknowingly making the whole ooze situation even worse - but still, at the end of the day, they’d each gone into this at least thinking that they were signing up to help people! Knowing that they were giving up all chance at a normal life - even in cases where the crystals did everything they could to make their behavior seem ‘normal’ from an outside perspective.

Those intentions mattered! Add in the fact that Red Heart’s bad behavior could probably be chalked up to what her crystal had done to her, and… Well, she was still one of my heroes! Even if she was also a dangerous entity I maybe needed to keep an eye on! And also a teammate of sorts? One I’d really need to keep an eye on, considering how much time we’d be spending together… but again, still a hero in my mind!

Yup. Definitely a hero. And long as I kept telling myself that loud enough and often enough it would never have to stop being true!

“You’re in a chipper mood this morning,” Rachel noted, eyeing me as I absorbed the goop that made up my sleeping bag, condensing it within me and standing up with a smile. 

Rachel was smiling a bit, too, for that matter, maybe happy to see my mood improved, but I couldn’t help but think she was maybe feeling a bit worried about me, too. Namely because she kept eyeing me up and down, as if looking for any signs of injury, or maybe even trying to scrutinize me for magical effects.

“Is everything okay?” I eventually asked her, honestly a little nervous after being stared at for so long.

“Mostly,” she replied, speaking softly. “I just… wanted to make sure that Red hadn’t done anything to you in the night. I didn’t think you were the sort who’d wake up in the morning smiling, to be honest.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I groused. “I might not be a morning person, but even I can wake up with a smile once in a while you know!”

“That’s not what I meant,” Rachel assured me. “Though I guess it’s good to know something new about you, anyway. I guess I shouldn’t ever try to surprise you with early morning pancakes, in that case?”

“What did you mean, then?” I asked, deciding it was better for my sanity to ignore the question. I was pretty sure there were some implications to it that I was honestly too… not sleepy, per se - actually, I was feeling unusually alert for someone who’d just woken up, but thinking back I hadn’t been struggling as much with that since getting turned into ooze. But it was still early morning, so far as I was concerned, and that meant no hard thinking whatsoever! At least until I got into a classroom…

“I meant that everything that’s been going on lately, I would have expected you to be less… happy go lucky in the morning,” Rachel explained. “I mean, between getting turned into ooze, being stalked and locked in a box, having people trying to kill you, getting a knife stabbed through your head - which is, somehow, completely separate from people wanting to kill you - and… Well, whatever happened on the phone with your parents last night…”

“What? You expected me to be depressed and mopey?” I asked, frowning at her.

“Not… exactly,” she replied. “I just didn’t expect to see you wake up smiling, I guess.”

“Well…” I hesitated. Honestly, there was probably a part of me that was feeling depressed and overwhelmed and grouchy about the whole thing. Why else would I be grumping so much over what Rachel had asked me, already? But also… “I’m pretty sure if I slow down for even a second to start giving things a hard think, I’ll break down at this point! So I’m just going to pretend that everything is fine, and go eat a breakfast that most definitely wont’ be laced with drugs or anything and then maybe head to school for classes, where I’ll be given a whole bunch of other things to think about instead!”

Now it was Rachel’s turn to frown.

“So you’re just going to keep going forward without even bothering to come up with a proper plan?” she asked. “Because if that’s what you’ve been doing this whole time, then it’s no wonder things have turned into such a mess!”

“No, it turned into a mess because everything I thought I knew about my heroes is a lie, and so is everything I thought I knew about myself! Also because my best friend can’t decide if she wants to treat me like a lover or a sister, my parents apparently want me to be a housewife just because I happen to be a girl who likes girls I guess, and everyone who actually knows the truth about my situation seems to think I should be in charge of saving the world or some such when really it’s all I can do to save my own skin right now! So, if you don’t mind, I’m going to turn myself into some form of dumb bimbo for a bit and try to forget all the things I just let through my mind, at least for a little bit!”

“What, what do you mean bimbo!?” Rachel cried out - but it was already too late.

…Well, no, actually it wasn’t, but just because I could technically stop what I was doing didn’t mean I was gonna. Like, why would I wanna stop halfway or something? I’d already committed to it! My hair was all bright and blonde - ‘cause blondes have more fun, y’know? Or was it redheads? Whatever. I was blonde, and I intended to have fun, so like, what did the rest matter?

Anyway, I was blonde - though uh… was I always blonde? I kinda didn’t think so? But like, I was definitely blonde now, ‘cause I was looking at my pretty blonde hair at the moment, which all the way down to my delicious bubble butt. Which I also had. And also boobies! Really big ones! Perfect for girls to suck on! Or, like, other girls I guess? Seeing as how I was totally a girl, myself! Obviously.

Anyway, I was like totes hot and super cute and all that stuff, and I was pretty sure all the other girls thought I was hot, too - not that I had any memories of being oggled by them, or anything. Actually, my memories were kinda… weird? Like, not fuzzy or anything. I could remember all sorts of stuff! It just didn’t make sense. Like, how would a total bombshell of a girl like me have ever been mistaken for a boy, once upon a time? I mean, I guess I had memories of not being like this, too, but… Those memories were super stressful and boring, so like. They were probably just a dumb delusion or something, anyway.

Wow, you’re deep this time, came Chrys’s voice. She sounded kinda concerned, for some reason, which was totally weird since there wasn’t anything at all to be worried about!

“Olivia?” Rachel asked. She looked worried, too, so I gave her a bright grin - that way she’d know that everything was fine!

“Yup yup! I’m like, right here. Ready to eat, drink, and um…” Go to school? No way! I didn’t wanna do something boring and dumb like that! Plus, like, what would a total ditz like me even be doing going to college, anyway? Wouldn’t it make more sense for me to, like, just dropout or whatever? Maybe be a house wife, like Mom wanted. Maybe I could just seduce my bestie? ‘Cause, like, Clarissa totally knew all sorts of stuff about being a girl and a lesbian that I… didn’t for some reason?

Whatever.

Uh, Earth to Olivia? You still in there?

“Like, duh,” I replied aloud, rolling my eyes. I was pretty sure I could also talk by just, like, thinking thinky-thoughts in Chrys’s direction, but thinking sounded kinda hard so I didn’t really wanna do it. “I’m right here.”

“Are you talking to Chrys?” Rachel asked. “Can you put her on speaker?”

“Uh… You mean, like… make her talk aloud or whatever?” I asked to confirm. Rachel nodded, and I giggled, happy to have gotten it right on the first try. “Like, sure! I can totes do that!”

Rachel? Came Chrys’s voice in my head. I think… wait…

“Well?” Rachel asked.

“Well what?” I asked back, tilting my head to the side a little.

“Aren’t you going to let us talk?”

“Oh! Right, sorry! But, like, if you wanted me to do it you should have just told me to and I totally would have!”

“I did!” Rachel insisted.

“No? You, like, asked if I could which is like totally different! I think?” I frowned. Was it actually different? I was pretty sure some teachers had told me that once, and I could totally remember it, but like… thinking about stuff like that meant thinking, which I very much didn’t wanna do!

Olivia, came Chrys’s voice again. Let me talk to Rachel right now.

“Ugh, fine, whatever,” I grumbled, crossing my arms and pouting at the air. “You don’t have to be all rude about it…”

“Chrys?” Rachel asked, with hope in her voice.

“Here!” Chrys replied, with what sounded like relief.

“What’s going on?” Rachel had a panicked look on her face, for some reason, which was actually kinda worrisome? Like, it was great that I wasn’t worrying, but maybe I could do something to make my friends not worry, either?

“I think she tooked on some kinda bimbo form!” Chrys replied.

Ugh… I didn’t wanna think thinky-thoughts, but Rachel sounded really sad, and I definitely wanted a way to help her… If only there was some, like, magical way to take her worries away…

“What do you mean bimbo form?” Rachel asked. “Are you saying her making herself look like a ditz actually turned her into one?”

Then it hit me - the best, most magical way to make sure Rachel would stop worrying so much! And, as a bonus, it would totally keep her from saying all the kinda scary-sounding stuff she kept talking about and which I was most definitely not paying any attention to, too!

“Probably?” Chry sounded a bit hesitant. Unfortunately I couldn’t think of a good way to shut her up right now, but I’d focus on that after I was done with Rachel. Or maybe I’d just ask Rachel for how to deal with it? Assuming she could still do the whole thinky-thoughts thing once I was done with her… “Her forms sometimes change her mentality, but it’s never been this bad. I think she might have literally dumbed herself down!”

“Like, on a physical level?” Rachel asked. 

“Maybe?” Chrys said, unsure herself. “It probably has something to do with her being so determined not to think in the first place… Olivia? Can you still hear me?”

I could, but I didn’t reply. My eyes were on Rachel, who I quickly walked towards, licking my lips as I came close.

“Wh-what are you going to do to me?” Rachel asked, swallowing. She looked kinda scared for some reason - but she didn’t have to be. Because in just a second, I was totally gonna make all those silly little worries disappear~!

“W-W-!” Rachel tried to say something, but didn’t manage to finish.

Obviously. I mean, it’s kinda hard to talk when you’ve got a hottie like me kissing you, right? And, like, what better way to take away all her stress than to just fuck it all out of her? And, like, it would probably totally help me with my own stuff, too! Not that I really remembered anything bugging me, but like… I was pretty sure something had been? 

It didn’t matter anyway, though. The real point was that having se with Rachel would totally be a win-win!

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Author's Notes

So uh... This one got a bit more intense than I intended? I did not plan for this to be a bimbo chapter at all, but that's just sort of how things went in the end. Perhaps I shouldn't be surprised? This was written by two of us, after all - Kay and Katrice - and, well... when I (Katrice, who took over halfway through this paragraph) am involved things do tend to get a little darker...

Did you enjoy my little tease at a potential bad end? Don't worry. Kay prefers to keep things relatively light in our actual series (unlike our one-shots) and while self-bimboization may toe the line, going full on bimbocalypse and inflicting it on others would cross over for sure... Still, I just couldn't resist planting that seed of worry and letting it sprout for a little before ripping it out~

Hope you enjoyed! Kay hopes to write some more MOV tomorrow (picking up the pace of chapters as best she can) before returning to Double Trouble, and then... Well, we'll have to find out together, I suppose, won't we~?