The Dunce Cap
“I am so mad at Sarah’s teacher.”
Bob Fitzgerald nodded. He might not have been as upset as his wife Trish was, but he totally understood where she was coming from.
“To think of what that woman was doing,” Trish went on. “I mean I called the school and they seemed not to care. They said that every teacher had their own way of doing things but that Sarah’s teacher had come to the school with a very impressive track record.”
“I know,” Bob said.
“And I talked to the school,” Trish continued. “You know I did but they didn’t want to hear any of it. They just kept talking to me about her track record and I kept telling them that I didn’t care about her stupid track record. I kept telling them that what she was doing just wasn’t right.”
“I know, I know,” Bob said yet again.
“But when I realized I wasn’t getting anywhere, that’s when I started calling all of the other parents and now, we’re finally going to be heard.”
Bob knew all of this, of course. He knew his wife knew it, too, but she had a tendency to tell people things that they already knew were true. He knew she kind of knew she did it but he wasn’t sure she knew just how often she did it. “I’m kind of surprised Sarah’s teacher agreed to this meeting,” he said.
“She’s arrogant,” Trish said. “She doesn’t realize just how powerful we are.”
“Yep,” her husband agreed.
“And the principal was no help either but at least he knew enough not to get in our way. He just set up this meeting for us and then he got the hell out of our way.”
The Fitzgeralds were the first ones there but slowly the rest of the parents filed into the room until the classroom where their children were students was filled up with their teacher and their parents.
Bethany Chalmers stood at the front of the room where she addressed the parents in attendance. At only twenty-four years of age, she was the youngest person in the room but if she was at all fazed by that fact, she didn’t show it at all. “I think we all know why you’re here,” she said. “I run a tough class and I expect a lot from my students but when my students fall short, well there is a price to pay for that.”
“Uh huh,” Trish piped up. “The problem is that when you mete out your punishments, it’s our children who pay the price for it.”
“I don’t believe in participation trophies,” Bethany Chalmers said. “I believe in rewarding success and when it comes to failure, well, I have my way of handling that, too.”
“By making our children wear dunce caps,” Trish shot back
“There’s only one dunce cap,” Bethany said and that was clearly true because every parent could see the article in question sitting on a stool in the corner and there was indeed only one. “I don’t need more than one. One is more than enough.”
“One is one too many,” shot back another of the parents.
“My children learn their lesson from wearing it. It’s something they don’t want to do again. It’s a good way to get them to straighten up and fly right.”
“But they’re not your children,” Trish shot back. “They’re our children.”
That drew muttered grunts from the other parents assembled.
“We’re adults. We can handle it but our children are just children. They’re fragile and you’re crushing their egos,” Trish continued. “You just can’t do that.”
“When they’re in my classroom, they’re my children. What one child does might affect so many others. I want every child to excel but I also want to make sure no child acts in a way that holds any of the other children back. I want them all moving in the same direction. I want them all trying to get better.”
“But they’re children,” Trish shot back. “They’re fragile.”
“That’s the second time you’ve used that word. They’re not as fragile as you might think. Maybe not even as fragile as you.”
“What did you say?” Trish spluttered indignantly.
“You heard me. The kids are tougher than you think,” Bethany said even as she circled back to her desk and then she picked up the dunce cap running her fingers ever so lightly over its surface. “I wonder which one of you would be brave enough to wear this for the rest of this meeting.”
“What the fuck?!” Trish spat out. “I’m not wearing that and I don’t think anyone else is going to wear it either. You’re crazy.”
Bethany Chalmers just smiled wryly even as she continued to run her fingers ever so lightly over the surface. “I’m not asking you to sit in the corner or anything like that. I’m just saying I’m wondering if you’d do it but I guess I’d understand it if you said you were scared.”
“We’re not scared of you,” Trish sneered,
“Sure, sure, whatever you say,” the teacher said in a voice that hardly sounded all that convinced.
Trish looked at the other parents and she couldn’t help but feel as if she were losing the upper hand here. There was no way she wanted to put that dunce cap on but she didn’t want to be seen as backing down either. Finally, she said, “you don’t have to sit in the corner, right?”
“That’s right. Would be kind of hard to have you be a part of a conversation if you were sitting in the corner.”
“Fine, give it to me then,” Trish said and then she took the cap and she put it on.
Things actually seemed to get a little better once she’d done that. She and the rest of the parents aired their grievances and while there still wasn’t an agreement on whether the dunce cap should actually be used, the parents did grudgingly admit that their children were actually doing well in Bethany Chalmers’ class.
It was later that night after they’d returned home and were getting ready for bed that Bob told his wife, “I can’t believe you put that thing on. I mean when she first suggested someone should wear it, I thought for sure you were going to rip her head off.”
“Yeah, that kind of surprised me, too, when she said it,” Trish agreed, “and yeah, I was pissed off but then I thought maybe she was trying to intimidate us and there was no way I wanted to be intimidated by her and besides, I’m not a child. I can’t be intimidated like that.”
“I don’t know. You did seem a little more reserved after you put that dunce cap on,”
Trish could feel herself getting angry at her husband. “Are you saying that woman got the better of me?” she asked angrily.
“Me? No, I wouldn’t say that. It’s just that you did kind of calm down a bit and besides—”
“Besides what?”
Bob paused for a moment before he continued his thought. “Well, it was kind of cute seeing you sitting there wearing that dunce cap like that.”
Trish turned on her husband with her eyes blazing. “I can’t believe you just said that. There was absolutely nothing cute in what I did.”
“Why’d you do it then?”
“I don’t know. Honestly, I just don’t know.”
“I’m tired,” Trish said. “Can you get everything settled with Clarissa?”
Bob told her he’d take care of the babysitter and he returned home after driving her home to find Trish already in bed.
Trish was sitting in bed watching television by the time Bob walked into their bedroom which was strange only because Trish always liked to get a little reading in before bed. She switched off the television and she looked at her husband. “You know, I was thinking maybe we should move Sarah out of that school,” she said.
“What? You mean because of that Chalmers woman?”
Trish nodded. “I think she just doesn’t understand us. I just feel like we have to do something.”
“Okay, we can do it but it’s going to be expensive but maybe you can start doing the research and we can talk about it later?”
Trish nodded. “I can do that,” she told her husband.
The next morning when she woke up, Trish couldn’t help but think that the previous night’s sleep had actually been one of the best that she’d had in a long time because normally, she was always so keyed up with something that had happened the day before that it was just difficult to get herself to go to sleep and even when she did finally go to sleep, it seemed as if she tossed and turned or at least that was what Bob said that she did and yet this morning, she seemed to be very well rested.
Almost too well rested, she thought. Almost so well rested that she didn’t want to get out of bed.
She could hear her husband in the shower as she slipped her feet out of bed and into her slippers and as she made her way to the bathroom, she was trying to recall just what was on her agenda today and the most surprising thing was she didn’t seem to be able to recall anything.
She just sat there on the edge of the bed until Bob came out of the shower. “I thought you’d be preparing breakfast for you and Sarah,” he said.
“I guess I forgot,” Trish said.
Bob just stared at her almost as if he couldn’t believe she’d just said what she’d said but then finally he shook his head and he said, “All right, I guess I can put something together for Sarah and if you’re running this late, I’m guessing you’re going to need me to take her to school, too.”
Trish smiled gratefully. What the hell was the matter with her, she wondered. It seemed as if she wasn’t as much on top of her game as she usually was. “I’m sorry,” she said, “but I’d really appreciate it if you could do that.”
“Yeah sure, no problem.”
With Bob now out of the shower, Trish moved in to take her turn. It was an odd thing really because as Bob had pointed out, normally she was already downstairs getting Sarah ready for school by the time he went into the shower.
Bob and Sarah had already left the house by the time Trish left which once more created an odd feeling for Trish. Normally, her way into work was dominated by navigating her way past all the other parents dropping their kids off but that wasn’t the case here. Not needing to drop Sarah off meant Trish could drive straight into work and even so, she still was almost late getting to work.
Trish worked in a real estate office managing accounts. Some times were busier than others but she’d always thought there was nothing spectacularly hard about what she did. Just stay on top of things and get your job done when it was supposed to be done and everything would fall into place.
She left work as she usually did and she swung by Sarah’s school so she could pick Sarah up like she normally did and she was home in plenty of time to start cooking dinner for her family.
It was after dinner when Sarah was watching TV that Bob pulled her aside. “So did you make the calls?” he asked.
“Calls?” Trish asked in confusion. “What calls?”
“I thought you said you wanted to take Sarah out of that school. I thought you were going to make some calls about it.”
It was only then that Trish remembered her promise. “Oh my gosh,” she said. “I totally forgot.”
“Busy day at work?”
“No, I wouldn’t say so. I just forgot.”
“Well, I was thinking about it today at work. I was thinking maybe we shouldn’t be so hasty. I mean Sarah likes it there and her friends are there and if we move her in the middle of the year, well that could cause problems, too. I was thinking maybe we should hold off on it for now at least.”
“I don’t agree. That woman’s there and quite honestly, I don’t want her to have anything to do with our daughter.”
“Sounds good.”
“Yep. I’ll start making some calls tomorrow and then we can figure out what our next steps are after that.”
“Sounds good then. I’ll leave it in your capable hands.”
But despite her promises, Trish didn’t make any calls the next day or even the day after that and it wasn’t as if her resolve had weakened. If anything, her resolve to get their daughter out of Bethany Chalmers’s class was as strong as it had ever been but when it came time to do what she knew had to be done, there was always something there to distract her so that the calls she knew she should be making never got made.
And what was worse was that her performance at work seemed to be slipping, too, and it wasn’t supposed to be that hard. It was all about attention to detail and making sure all of the documentation was where it was supposed to be and yet she’d already made a couple of mistakes which fortunately had been caught but which shouldn’t have ever been made in the first place.
The worst part was she knew her performance was slipping and as much as she might try to redouble her efforts and try and make things better, whatever she did only seemed to make things worse and the absolute worst part was she knew she was getting to be unreliable.
Finally though in a moment of what seemed like clarity, she realized that all of this seemed to started after she’d put on that stupid dunce cap the night she and the rest of the parents had met with Bethany Chalmers and right then and there she decided she was wrong go back and give that woman a piece of her mind.
School had let out for the day when Trish finally knocked on Bethany Chalmers’s classroom door and then a moment later, she was opening the door and going inside.
It had been clear that Bethany Chalmers had been about to leave when Trish walked in as she already had papers stuffed in a book bag and she looked to be ready to heft it up onto her shoulder. “Ms. Fitzgerald, this is a surprise. What can I do for you?”
Was it really a surprise, Trish wondered. She said it was and usually she was quite good at sizing up what people said and measuring the voracity of their words but now she found herself questioning her own abilities.
“Ms. Fitzgerald, is there something I can do for you?” the teacher asked again.
That finally snapped Trish out of the funk she’d been in and now she glared at the teacher. “I think you did something to me,” she said.
“Me? What exactly did I do?”
Trish found herself just standing there and then she stammered, “you made me wear a dunce cap,” she said finally.
The teacher finally set her book bag down on her desk. “Well, that’s not exactly a true statement, is it? As I recall it, it was you who volunteered to wear the dunce cap but you are right about one thing. You did wear the dunce cap and you are right about another thing. I think we should talk. Why don’t you pull up a chair so that we can have a chat.”
Trish now found herself obstinately wanting to object to whatever the teacher wanted her to do so she said, “What chair?”
If Bethany was in any way put off by Trish’s snarkiness, she didn’t show it. She simply went and found a chair from the side of the room and she pulled it up to the front and positioned it in front of her desk. “I think this one will do,” she said.
Trish couldn’t help but feel annoyed that her bluff had been called so easily and yet now that it had, there didn’t really seem to be anything that she could do to object to it because after all, she had come here to talk to Sarah’s teacher and now that she was here, it seemed stupid to just suddenly turn and walk away so in spite of not wanting to do it, she took her seat.
Trish couldn’t help but find it annoying that at the same time, Bethany Chalmers took her seat behind the desk even though that was the obvious place for her to sit but it seemed to give the teacher a more prominent position as if she were the one in charge and as if Trish were some recalcitrant student who now deserved a rebuke.
“Now,” said Bethany Chalmers, “what seems to be the problem?”
As Trish sat there, she now became aware of the dunce cap sitting on the corner of the teacher’s desk and now it felt as if she was facing not one adversary but two.
Bethany Chalmers just sat there as Trish continued to look at the dunce cap until finally she said, “Would you like to hold that?”
Trish nodded numbly.
“Well, don’t let me stop you,” Bethany said. “By all means, go ahead and pick it up.”
Trish picked it up. The material seemed to be nothing more than cheap felt and then she ran a finger over each letter. First the D, then the U and the N and the C, and then finally the E. There was something about the letters. While the cap might have been made out of cheap felt, the letters felt like they were made out of something of a higher quality.
“Do you want to put it on?”
As entranced as she’d been just holding the dunce cap, Trish had for the moment forgotten that there was anyone else with her and it was only then when she’d been asked that that she now remembered that she wasn’t alone. She looked up and then she nodded.
“Well don’t let me stop you. If you want to put it on, then definitely you should put it on.”
Trish lifted it up even as some little and insignificant voice in the back of her mind was screaming at her telling her not to do it and then Trish put the dunce cap in place.
“Good. Now that that’s done, what seems to be the problem?”
Trish wasn’t sure how to answer that. “Everything seems to be going bad ever since we met with you,” she said, “and I can’t seem to get anything right and I just thought …”
Thought what, she asked herself. The more she talked, the more stupid she seemed to sound even to herself, so why was she here?
“Oh my,” the teacher said. “That does sound horrible but I hope you’re not blaming me for any of your misfortunes.”
“Oh no, no, no,” Trish said as she rushed to correct her mistake. Why the hell was she here, she wondered. “I’m not blaming you at all. I just thought …”
“You thought maybe I’d done something,” Bethany finished the thought for her.
Trish nodded. She now understood how stupid this all sounded and she was hoping to find a way that she could slink her way out of there without doing any more damage to her reputation.
“Well, I didn’t do anything but I’m pretty sure the dunce cap did.”
“What?”
“The dunce cap did it. Normally, I don’t let adults wear it because of what it can do but because you were being such a bitch, I decided to make an exception for you.”
“Wait. I don’t understand. What do you mean the dunce cap did it?”
“This dunce cap isn’t just any ordinary dunce cap because this dunce cap has magical properties, the first and foremost of which is that if you resist it, the dunce cap makes you stronger. Of course, no child wants to be made to wear it so being forced to wear it only strengthens their resolve to not want to wear it again but even if a child didn’t resist it, the dunce cap wouldn’t make them dumber.”
“But—”
“I’m not done yet. All that changes when a child enters puberty. There’s not just physiological changes that happen but there’s also changes in the way the brain operates. An adult brain is different than a child’s brain and the dunce cap knows that. An adult needs to fight harder to resist the effects of the dunce cap.”
“But—”
“I’m still not finished. Not only did you not resist, you actually put the dunce cap on not just once but twice when you put it on right now. I imagine the dunce cap must have just loved having such a willing brain to shape and to mold.”
Trish couldn’t believe what she was being told and even now she wondered if teacher was pulling her leg.
“I’ll bet you’re wondering if I’m pulling your leg,” Bethany said almost as if she were reading Trish’s mind. “You can doubt me if you want but I’m telling you the truth and if you don’t believe me, why don’t you try removing the dunce cap.”
Trish didn’t believe her but just to prove that she didn’t believe her, she reached up to remove the cap or at least she tried to but the higher she tried to lift her arms, the heavier her arms got until finally her arms fell uselessly at her side. “What is happening to me?” she cried out.
“I already told you. The dunce cap has you under its control.”
“But what’s that mean exactly?”
Bethany shrugged. “I really couldn’t say. It’s all up to the dunce cap now. I really don’t know how the thing works. I just know it’ll do what it wants to do.”
“I could tell on you. I could tell the authorities what you’re doing.”
That drew a laugh from the school teacher. “I really don’t think you could because I doubt that’s something the dunce cap would let you do.”
“I’ll figure something out,” Trish said.
“Good luck to you on that but I don’t really think you’re going to make it.”
Trish wasn’t sure how she knew it but she sensed that she could take the dunce cap off so ever so slowly, she reached up and when nothing stopped her from doing it, she lifted off the dunce cap and she placed it on Bethany’s desk.
“Well now, it looks like you’re free to go,” Bethany said. “Good luck to you and I’m sure we’ll be talking again real soon.”
“I’m not coming back here,” Trish said.
“We’ll see but I think you will.”
Trish walked out of the classroom all the more convinced that she and Bob needed to get their daughter out of there as soon as possible.
All the way home, Trish tried to remember everything that had been told to her because as much as she’d been told she wouldn’t be allowed to say anything, she was bound and determined to beat whatever this was and to tell her husband everything that had been done to her and then they’d have to figure out what they would need to do in the way of filing a law suit.
Trish could tell that things clearly were not right when she arrived home and while she’d always considered herself rather perceptive when it came to what her husband was thinking, so much so that he’d even gone so far as to call her clairvoyant although recently, whatever powers that might have been called clairvoyant had seemed to escape her completely but even so, she could tell that something was wrong.
Even so, there really was no time to discuss things as there was dinner to make so it wasn’t until later that Bob finally talked to her. “Your boss, Mr. Minter, came by here today,” Bob said. “He said you left work early.”
Had she really left work early, Trish wondered and then she remembered that she’d gone to meet Sarah’s teacher.
“He said you’ve been messing up at work,” Bob continued without even waiting for Trish to respond. “He even asked if there was something wrong. He seemed quite concerned about you and now I am, too, so is there something wrong?”
There was, Trish thought to herself. It had been right there on the tip of her tongue. There was something she was sure that she’d wanted to tell Bob but for the life of her, she couldn’t seem to remember what it was.
Bob was clearly waiting for her to say something but the best Trish could do was stare back blankly at him.
“Nothing?” Bob asked in what was clear disappointment. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”
“I know,” Trish said and it disappointed her that she couldn’t remember the important thing that she knew she’d been planning to tell him but she was sure she’d remember it eventually.
It was much later that evening and Sarah had long since been put to sleep and now Trish and Bob were also asleep as well only Trish was having the most fantastic dream.
Of course, it didn’t feel like a dream. In fact, it felt very much real and what Trish was dreaming about was being a contestant on a game show called Who is a Silly Little Stupid Head.
The Mistress of Ceremonies was a woman named Mistress Bethany who explained to the viewers at home that this was the most incredibly simple game show to win because all the contestants had to do was answer simple questions like spell the word cat and the object was to not mess it up but if you did, well explained Mistress Bethany, there would be a penalty to pay and right on cue, the studio audience oohed and ahhed at that and Trish found herself hoping she didn’t get the cat question because she was pretty sure it started with a C … or maybe it was a K … but that sounded like a pretty hard question to answer.
“So what do you say? Are you ready to see who’s a silly little stupid head?”
The audience roared out its approval.
Mistress Bethany now turned to look at the contestants. “Contestants, are you ready?” she asked, and just like the the other contestants, Trish said she was ready.
“All right then,” Mistress Bethany said as she took her place behind the lectern. “Let’s see who is a silly, little stupid head.”
The first question went to the first question and the first question was indeed to spell the word cat and the man spelled the word c-a-t.
See, Trish told herself as the man was told that he was correct. She’d been pretty sure cat started with the letter C and she’d been correct. This wasn’t that hard a game after all.
The next question went to the second contestant and she was asked to spell the word can and Trish couldn’t help but think that one started with a C, too, but she just wasn’t sure but then when the contestant spelled it c-a-n, Trish found herself clapping along with everyone else.
And now it was her turn. “Trish,” said Mistress Bethany, “please spell the word car.”
Car, Trish thought. Why couldn’t it be something easy like cat, not that she was all that sure of the spelling of cat but okay, car. The other two words had begun with a C so maybe car did, too, unless that was a trick and the more she thought about it, she thought that had to be the case. “Car,” Trish said. “That’s K … A … R … um … R.”
“Ooh so close but that’s not it,” Mistress Bethany said, “and we know what that means, don’t we, audience.”
“Take it off,” the audience said in unison.
“That’s right,” Mistress Bethany said. “You lost this round, Trish, so you need to take off an article of clothing.”
“Ooh, what should I take off?”
“That is entirely up to you.”
After thinking it over, Trish removed her top which drew mad applause from the audience.
Once more, the games continued and seemingly to no one’s surprise at all, no matter how easy the challenge was, Trish managed to lose every single round until she was standing in front of the camera with Mistress Bethany and her still fully clothed competitors. “Join us next week,” Mistress Bethany said, “when Trish defends her title. And now tell us dear, who is the silliest, little stupid head?”
“I am,” Trish said proudly. “I am the silliest, little stupid head.”
The next morning, Trish woke up feeling incredibly relaxed and once more it was up to Bob to make breakfast for their daughter because Trish overslept.
Bob came back into the bedroom to tell Trish he was going to take Sarah to school when suddenly he pulled up short and gave his wife a long look.
“What?” Trish demanded.
Bob just shook his head as if he were trying to clear a thought in his mind and then he said, “Nothing. I just wanted to tell you I’m taking Sarah to school and I really think you need to talk to your boss because he really seems to have it in for you.”
“I will,” Trish said, “and thanks for everything you do.”
Bob nodded and then he was gone.
It was only then as Trish was slipping off her nightie that she realized something wasn’t as it had been before and then her fingers were running their way over her breasts and she couldn’t believe it. Her breasts were somehow bigger than they had been just the night before and Trish found herself poking at her breasts.
They were definitely bigger. Not huge but definitely bigger and then a word came into her mind. Boobies, she thought to herself and she couldn’t help but giggle yet again.
She never giggled, Trish told herself, and then in the next instant, she couldn’t help but wonder why she didn’t giggle because giggling was like super fun.
Oh my God. Did she just tell herself that giggling was like super fun. That sounded so lame, she told herself. I mean come on, who uses language like that, she wondered.
Well, apparently, I do, Trish told herself and besides, what was wrong with something being super fun. Saying super fun was super fun. Now, super lame was like totally lame and who would want to be lame.
Oh my God, she was like totally being turned into a bimbo.
And what was wrong with being turned into a bimbo, Trish thought.
Oh my God, it was so hard to think but she couldn’t just stand there thinking about whether she was a bimbo or not because she had to get ready for work which as Trish soon found out was going to be harder than she’d thought it would be because none of her bras were going to fit her.
But then it seemed as if in just the few minutes that she’d been looking at herself, it seemed as if her boobies had gotten even bigger and not just bigger but firmer, too. Maybe she didn’t really need a bra.
No, that was silly, Trish told herself. She couldn’t go into work without a bra. She just couldn’t do that.
She couldn’t do that except …
Except what could she do. She had to go to work.
Make the best with what you got, Trish told herself as she grabbed a skirt and put it on. Were her hips wider, she wondered. It seemed like they were wider but maybe it was just her imagination. Fuck it! Did it really matter. It seemed as if this was the best she could do.
Trish grabbed a blouse out of her closet and she started to button it up but as her hands worked their way up, the blouse got tighter and tighter.
Trish tugged at the button second from the top. “Come on,” she muttered. “Come on.”
But all the begging and cajoling still wasn’t enough to get the button to close so finally she had to let it go. Her top still looked pretty open and she still seemed to be showing a lot of cleavage but what the heck was she going to do?
Trish knew she was late but she tried to sneak to her desk without anyone noticing but she wasn’t nearly as successful as she’d hoped she’d be because no sooner than she’d slipped in behind her desk than there was Gordon Minter standing there over her. “Ms. Fitzgerald, how good of you to join us. You do know you’re supposed to be here at 9:00, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. I must have overslept.”
Her boss shook his head. “I’d like to speak with you in my office so if you would, please follow me.”
Trish sighed and she followed him to his office.
Her boss motioned for Trish to take a seat even as he closed the door to his office and then moved around his desk to take his seat. He steepled his fingers as he looked back at Trish. “I have to say that up until a few days ago, your performance has been exemplary but as of a few days ago, your performance has slipped dramatically with mistakes in your work and poor performance. I’m not the only one who’s noticed it but I wanted to give you an opportunity to give your side of things. Can you explain how your performance has slipped so dramatically?”
Trish couldn’t help but stare back at the man but the truth was she just couldn’t explain what was going on so finally, she just shook her head. “I have no idea,” she said.
“I was hoping you’d give me something,” the man said. “I mean if we had something we could work on together, that would be great but if there’s nothing to work with, I mean we can’t really have you continuing to work in the position you’re now in and making the mistakes you’re currently making. I’m sure you understand that.”
Trish nodded. “I understand that.”
“That having been said, I have to say I like your new look. While we can’t have you continuing in your current role, I would like to see if we can find some way that you can continue to be of service.”
“Wait? Are you firing me,” Trish said almost in tears, “because I can’t be fired. I have an example to set foe my daughter.”
“I wouldn’t say firing so much as reassigning. Clearly, something has happened that now means you are unable to satisfy the mental rigors of your previous position but if we could find something that isn’t so mentally challenging, that would be better, don’t you think?”
Trish couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. She’d thought for sure she was being fired but she was hoping she could avoid that. “What would the new position require me to do?” she asked.
“Well, the new position would be a bit of an independent contractor position. You’d sit in the office much like you’ve been doing now but you wouldn’t have to do any work. You’d just sit there looking pretty and if a man or maybe some of the women came to you and said they wanted a favor from you, you’d negotiate a price for whatever favor they wanted and then you’d give them whatever they wanted.”
“I’m still not sure how that would work.”
“Well, let’s see if we can’t put on a little demonstration. I couldn’t help but notice that your top is rather tight. In fact, the top couple of buttons seem to be undone.”
“My boobies were too big,” Trish said. “I couldn’t get my top buttoned all the way up.”
“I can see that,” her boss said as he came around his desk and then pulled out his wallet and took out a twenty dollar bill. “Now if I gave you this twenty, would you unbutton your top for me?”
“I’m not wearing a bra,” Trish said.
“That’s perfectly fine,” Gordon Minter said and when he noticed her quizzical look, he said, “your top is pulled so tight that I can see your nipples but don’t you worry about that. I like the look but it doesn’t matter if you’re not wearing a bra. I’d still like to see you unbutton your top anyway.”
Trish wasn’t sure why he wanted her to do it but she nodded. “That sounds fine,” she said and she unbuttoned her top,
It actually felt pretty good, Trish thought, to finally unbutton her top because now she felt like she could finally breathe but then she remembered something. “You said I was going to get paid.”
“I did indeed,” her boss said and he handed over the twenty. “Now that’s good for a start but there’s more money to get if you want to get it.”
“How?”
Her boss took another twenty out of his water and he snapped it in front of her. “Well if you want this, then you’d let me fondle your tits.”
“I definitely want it,” Trish said, “so you can definitely fondle my tits.”
Her boss grinned as he handed over the bill and then he slid his hands inside Trish’s now open top and he began to fondle and massage her massive tits. Finally though, he pulled back. “How would you like to earn even more money?” he asked.
“How would I do that?”
Her boss took out another twenty and snapped it in front of her. “I’ll give you this if you open my pants and take out my cock and suck it.”
“I don’t know. That seems like a lot. Do you think maybe I can get two twenties for that?” Trish asked.
“Look at you getting with the program,” the man said approvingly as Trish beamed at his approval. “By all means, you can have two twenties. Just make sure you do a good job.”
“I will,” Trish said as she took the two twenties and then she opened the belt on her boss’s pants and she unzipped his pants and pulled his pants and his underwear down before wrapping her fingers around his cock and taking his cock into her mouth.
Her boss stroked her hair as Trish continued to suck his cock. “You know, I think this is going to work out very, very well.”
If it weren’t for the fact that she had her boss’s cock in her mouth, Trish would have beamed at his raise. She was so glad to know that she was doing a good job.
Her boss pulled another twenty out of his wallet. “I’ve got another thing you can do,” he said. “I’ll give you this twenty if you let me fuck your tits.”
Trish took the twenty and then she pushed her tits together even as she watched her boss slide his cock between her tits and she watched as he continued to fuck her tits until finally his cock spurted its cum all over her tits.
It was only after he was done that her boss pulled back and then he handed Trish a box of tissues. “You know, I think we’ve found the perfect job for you,” he told her as Trish started to clean herself up.
Trish couldn’t help but beam at his approval and when she was done cleaning up, she pulled her top closed as much as she could and then she looked up at her boss. “Is there anything else?” she asked.
“Not right now. You can go back to your desk. Just be ready when you’re called upon.”
“I will be.”
By the time Trish left at the end of the day, she’d already decided that she very much liked her new job. For the most part, all she had to do was sit at her desk and whenever someone came to her, it was her job to do whatever they wanted.
Bob took one look at Trish when she came home from work and he shook his head. “Did you seriously wear that to work?” he asked.
Trish looked down at herself and for the life of her, she couldn’t see anything at all wrong with the way she was dressed. “What?” she asked.
Bob shook his head. “If they’re okay with that at your workplace then I got nothing to say about it. I’m just saying that if you showed up like that at my job, they’d probably send you home.”
Trish still couldn’t understand what was upsetting her husband but she figured that this probably wasn’t the right time to tell her husband about her new job duties.
“Did you at least call around about new schools for Sarah?”
“New schools for Sarah?”
“I’ll take that as a no. I thought you were going to call about finding new schools for Sarah.”
“Oh yeah. I forgot but I was busy at work.”
“Well, I guess it was good that you were busy.”
It was much later at night and Trish was finding that not everything was so great about having big boobies. Hers … well the old ones that she had before but no longer had now … those boobies couldn’t rightfully be called boobies. They were more, what was the word, oh yes, breasts. Big enough but not big enough to be called boobies but now she had boobies and she had to wonder, it felt like something was sitting on her chest. How ever was she supposed to sleep with boobies as big as these?
As much as she might have thought it would be hard to sleep with breasts like these, she’d barely laid her head down on the pillow and she was already fast asleep.
Mistress Bethany stepped out in front of the audience and she peered out into the people assembled in the audience. “Welcome one and all,” she said. “I am Mistress Bethany and this is the game show Who is a Silly, Little Stupid Head. Tonight, we welcome back our defending champion. Be a good girl and say hello to your fans.”
Trish didn’t know she had any fans but since it was clear that Mistress Bethany was addressing her, she waved at the crowd.
“I see our champion has gotten bigger since we saw her last. Tell me, my dear, did you go and get enhancements?”
“Me? No, I would never do that.”
“Oh don’t worry, my dear. We’re totally fine with enhancements.”
Trish fluffed her boobies up proudly. “These are all real,” she said.
“Very well then. As I’m sure you’ll all remember from our last show, our champion was quite the silly, little stupid head. By the end of the show, she was completely naked.”
“That can’t be that big a deal,” Trish muttered under her breath. “I’m sure lots of people end up completely naked” and yet out of the corner of her eye, she was sure she could see the other contestants shake their heads.
Mistress Bethany went down the line introducing each contestant in turn and when that was finally done, she said, “All right now, let’s get on with the game. Now in our last game, we spelled a few words but we’re not going to do that this time because it’s pretty likely that one of our contestants might have done some studying beforehand.”
“That’s not true,” Trish burst out.
“Now, Trish, you know the rules. No interrupting your Mistress. Isn’t that right?”
Trish nodded.
“For breaking the rules, there has to be a penalty. You need to take off one article of clothing.”
Trish just stood there in disbelief with her mouth hanging open. They couldn’t seriously expect her to start taking off her clothes when she’d already ended up naked on the last show but even as she looked around, she could see that no one was going to come to her defense. “Fine,” she said in her best disgruntled tone and with that, she removed an article of clothing before glaring back at Mistress Bethany. “There. Satisfied?”
“Absolutely and now we can get on with the show. Now as I said before, it was highly likely that some of our contestants might have learned how to spell words like cat so we’re not going to do a spelling game this time around. The topic for this show is math.”
Trish shifted nervously. She was pretty sure she wasn’t all that good at math and she hoped the questions wouldn’t be too hard.
“All right then, let’s get started,” Mistress Bethany said. “The first question is what is one plus one? Write your answer down on the card in front of you.”
Trish knew the other contestants were writing their answers on their cards and she knew she needed to write something down herself and then suddenly, she knew what the answer was and she scribbled something down.
“Times up,” Mistress Bethany said. “Let’s see what our contestants said. Contestant number one, what is your answer?”
The man held up his card to reveal the number 2.
“Two,” said Mistress Bethany. “That is the correct answer. Contestant number two, what is your answer?”
The woman standing next to Trish held up her card to reveal that she’d also written down a 2.
“Another correct answer. Excellent and now we go to our returning champion. Trish, what is your answer.”
Trish proudly held up her card to show two side-by-side circles with two much smaller circles inside each of those.
Mistress Bethany looked at the card and it was clear that she wasn’t the only one who was confused as she looked at the card. “I’m not sure what we have here. What is this?” she asked.
“It’s two boobies,” Trish said proudly.
“All right,” Mistress Bethany said hesitantly. “Let’s see what our judges say. Judges?”
After a short pause, a bell dinged.
“Well all right,” Mistress Bethany said, “it appears that our judges have accepted your answer so we will move on to the next question and that question is what is two plus two?”
Darn, another math problem, Trish thought. She’d like totally lucked out on the last question because she’d been thinking about her own boobies and then for some reason that she couldn’t explain, she’d gotten the idea that she should draw a picture of her own boobies and apparently they’d liked her drawing good enough that they’d said she was right but she’d like so totally lucked out but she wasn’t sure what she should draw now.
The other contestants had finished writing their answers and Trish knew she was out of time when suddenly something occurred to her and she quickly wrote something on her card.
“All right, time’s up,” Mistress Bethany said. “Let’s see what our contestants answered. Contestant number one, what is your answer.”
Contestant number one held up his card. “The answer is four.”
“That is correct. Contestant number two, what is your answer?”
Contestant number two held up her card. “I also answered four.”
“That is also correct and now we return to our defending champion. Trish, what is your answer?”
Trish held up her card to show her answer. The same circles from her previous answer on one side with a line down the center and the same circles on the other side of the car.
“I don’t understand,” said Mistress Bethany. “What is this?”
“It’s me looking in the mirror,” a bubbly Trish told her. “There’s my boobies on one side and my boobies in the mirror on the other side.”
“O-okay. Let’s see what our judges say.”
There was a slight pause and then once more there was a ding.
“Well all right then, another successful answer,” Mistress Bethany said as Trish beamed happily along with the other contestants. “Let’s move on with the next question and let’s try something different. We’ve tried addition but what about subtraction. The next question is two minus one. What’s the answer?”
Trish watched as the other contestants raced to write down their answers even as she wondered what she should write down and just when it seemed as if she didn’t have an answer, she suddenly took up her pen and wrote her answer down.
“Well all right then, let’s see what answers are contestants have written down. Contestant number one, what is your answer?”
The first contestant flipped over his answer card to reveal the number one.
“One,” said Mistress Bethany. “That is the correct answer. Contestant number two, what is your answer.”
Like the first contestant, the second contestant flipped her card over to reveal that she, too, had written a one.
“Once again, one is the right answer. Congratulations and now we move on to our final contestant. Trish, what is your answer?”
Trish flipped her card over to reveal a card that was very much similar to the first card she had written.
“I don’t understand,” said Mistress Bethany.
“Well, I didn’t actually know the answer but I figured when in doubt, boobies are always the right answer.”
Mistress Bethany smiled. “While I can’t actually find fault with that particular answer, for this particular answer, the correct answer is one and this time, it’s going to cost you. You need to take off another article of clothing.”
Trish didn’t have any objection with that and they continued to play the game until they came to the end of the game show.
“That’s another show in the books,” Mistress Bethany said as she looked into the camera even as she was flanked by the first two contestants who were still fully clothed and by Trish who was completely naked. “Once again, our defending champion has won again. Join us next week, when Trish defends her title. And now tell us dear, who is the silliest, little stupid head?”
“I am,” Trish said proudly. “I am the silliest, little stupid head.”
The next morning, Trish woke up in her bed all alone and it took her a moment to realize that she must have overslept. “Darn it,” she said under her breath, “I really am a silly, little stupid head.”
She took her shower and she got herself ready for work but by the time she came out of her bedroom, Bob and Sarah were almost ready to head off to school. “I thought I’d let you sleep,” Bob said. “You looked like you needed it. By the way, did you know you talk in your sleep?”
Trish sook her head.
“To be honest, I hadn’t noticed it myself until only just recently but you do say some of the most interesting things.”
“Like what?”
Bob shook his head. “Not sure if I should say it if you don’t remember saying it yourself. Just interesting, that’s all. Listen, I’ll take Sarah to school and as far as making those calls that we’ve talked about earlier, don’t you worry about it. I have a feeling you’d probably forget it again so why don’t you let me make the calls.”
Trish nodded even as she realized she wasn’t sure what calls Bob was talking about although she had a vague recollection that maybe the calls had something to do with Sarah’s schooling although she wasn’t sure if that was right or not.
Still, she knew she had a big day with her new job and she couldn’t wait to get to it.
What the heck were the calls she was supposed to be making, Trish wondered as she sat at her desk trying to look pretty. Well, it wasn’t like she didn’t look pretty but it would have been a lot easier to look pretty if she wasn’t worried that she was forgetting something that she probably shouldn’t be forgetting.
She was still wondering if there wasn’t something she shouldn’t be forgetting even as she sat there in her office and filed her nails when she heard a knock and when she looked up, there was a kid standing there. What was his name, Trish asked herself. Usually, she was pretty good at names but much like her other mental faculties, apparently her ability to remember names now was severely diminished.
Arthur, she told herself. That was the boy’s name. He worked in the mail room and she couldn’t help but pat herself on the back. She wasn’t a total, little stupid head. “What can I do for you, Arthur?” she asked.
The kid wasn’t that old, she thought. Barely eighteen or nineteen, she thought. He’d come to work for the company straight out of high school and now he was shifting nervously as he stood there in the doorway of her office. “I, um, I’ve been hearing things, Mrs. Fitzgerald. I’ve been hearing things and I, um, I was just wondering if they were true.”
“What kind of things, Arthur?”
“Well, there’s some people who are saying that you’re letting people, um, you know, um do things for money and I, um, I was wondering if maybe you’d let me do some of those things, too.”
“Gosh, Arthur, here I was thinking I was the silly one and here you are asking me the silliest questions. Now, I think that is just so funny but to answer your question, if you want to have some fun with me, then by all means, I’m totally up for it but you know you have to pay me first, right?”
“I know that. I’m not stupid, you know. I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t, you know, being ignored because, you know, because I wasn’t sure if you’d want anything to do with someone like me.”
“Why wouldn’t I want to have anything to do with someone like you?”
“Because you know. Because I work in the mail room. I thought maybe I wasn’t important enough.”
Something in what Arthur said for the moment registered something in Trish. Was she supposed to be doing something like this? It almost felt like something was off but then she giggled. “Well you know that doesn’t bother me at all where you work. Does it bother you?”
“No, it doesn’t bother me. I was just wondering if I could see her tits.”
“That’s awfully forward of you. Aren’t you supposed to give me some money first?”
“Oh yeah,” Arthur said and he pulled out a twenty and handed it to Trish. “Can I see your tits now?” he asked.
“Of course,” and that was all it took for Trish to proudly pull her top open so she could show off her tits.
Arthur licked his lips. “Um, that’s so cool,” he said. “Um, do you think I could see more.”
“I don’t know. I suppose it all depends on how much money you got.”
“I got more,” he said. “Do you think maybe I could get you to take off your skirt? I mean how much money do you think that would cost?”
Trish almost laughed at that. It was almost cute the way he was worried about money but this was all part of her new job so she needed to make sure she did it right. “How about another twenty,” she said.
“Deal,” Arthur said and almost as quickly he was handing over the money.
Trish took the money and ever so slowly, she unzipped her skirt even as she watched Arthur watching her and there was something rather exciting in that. It didn’t involve any thinking which was good but it was kinda cool watching Arthur watching her.
“That’s um, that’s really cool,” he said. “Do you think I could, um, do you think I could see even more?”
“I don’t know. What were you thinking you’d like to see?”
“I, um, I was kind of thinking that maybe I could, you know, that maybe I could see your pussy.”
“Oh, you mean you want me to take off my panties.”
Arthur nodded.
Trish just smiled. Sometimes, she knew she could be super silly but sometimes boys could be so silly, too. All he had to do was tell her what he wanted. Well that and pay her but that went without saying. “You know you gotta pay me first, right?”
“How much?”
“Another twenty should do it.”
Arthur dutifully took the twenty out of his wallet and handed it over.
She could have just taken her panties off. After all, that was what Arthur had paid her to do but she kind of figured he’d paid her good money so it seemed he deserved a bit of a show so she took her time working her panties down her legs. “How’s this?” she asked when she finally had her panties off.
“That’s, um, that’s good.”
“Anything else you’d like me to do?”
“Yeah actually,” Arthur said as he grew bolder. “I was wondering if you’d like, you know, like let me bend you over the desk and let me fuck you.”
“Well, sure we could definitely do that but I think I’d need more than just twenty dollars for that.”
“Like how much?”
“I don’t know,” Trish said and she really wasn’t sure. “How about we double it.”
“Deal,” Arthur said and it didn’t take him long to give Trish the money and then do exactly what he’d said he was going to do.
It seemed like Arthur wasn’t the only one to fuck her. In fact, a lot of the managers in the company wanted to fuck her, too, and Trish couldn’t help but wonder if that meant that maybe Arthur was management material. He certainly seemed smarter than her.
That evening, Trish was home alone when she once more started to dream. Once more, it was Mistress Bethany at the lectern welcoming viewers to the game show and once more, she introduced the contestants and when she came to Trish, she said, “we have a returning champion in Trish here. For the last two shows, Trish has shown herself to be the silliest, little stupid head. Trish, tell the audience how it feels to be back here yet again.”
“It feels great,” said Trish as she beamed out at the audience, “but I think things might go a little bit differently this time around.”
“Oh and why is that, Trish?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say exactly that I’ve been studying but I kind of have been boning up. I think I’m a lot smarter than I was the last time I was here.”
“Oh, Trish,” Mistress Bethany said with a laugh, “that is just too cute but don’t you know studying won’t help you here? You either are a silly, little stupid head or you are not but I think you thinking you could do better just by studying is so incredibly silly that you absolutely need to lose a piece of clothing just for that. Audience, what do you think?”
From the way the audience applauded, it was clear that they were in complete agreement with Mistress Bethany’s assessment.
“It seems that the audience agrees that you were indeed being rather stupid, my dear, and for that, I think that that means you’re going to have to lose an article of clothing.”
It wasn’t fair, Trish thought. They hadn’t even started to play yet and already she was being asked to take off her clothes but then she smiled. Fine, she told herself. They could make her take something off now but she’d show them. When the game was over this time, she wouldn’t be the one who wasn’t wearing any clothes.
“All right,” Mistress Bethany said. “The category for this game is general knowledge. I’m going to ask you a question and all you have to do is to answer truthfully.”
“That’s easy,” Trish said with a sneer.
“It might be harder than you think,” Mistress Bethany said, “but let’s get started. The first question is what is your favorite color. Contestant number one, can you answer that question?”
Contestant number one answered quickly. “My favorite color would be yellow,” she said.
“Very good. Contestant number two, same question to you. What is your favorite color?”
Contestant number two answered just as quickly. “That would be blue, Mistress Bethany.”
“Very good. Another correct answer and now we turn to our defending champion. Trish, what is your favorite color?”
Such an easy question, Trish thought. There was no way she could get this wrong. “That would be truck,” she said proudly.
“Truck? I’m not sure I understand. Is truck a color?” Mistress Bethany asked.
Trish now shook her head. “Truck isn’t a color.”
“Then how can truck be the correct answer?”
Again, Trish had to shake her head. She had no idea.
“That is obviously an incorrect answer. I’m sorry but that’s going to cost you another article of clothing.”
With just a bit of chagrin, Trish removed another article of clothing.
“Good,” Mistress Bethany said. “Continuing with personal favorites, the next question is what is your favorite animal. Contestant number one, that question goes to you first.”
“Any animal?”
“Any animal.”
“Well, I guess I’d say the Siamese cat my parents had when I was growing up. Fluffers could be annoying as all hell but if you’re asking for my favorite animal, then I’d say the cat we had when I was growing up.”
“Very good. Contestant number two, the same question goes to you. What is your favorite animal?”
“I don’t have a specific animal,” said the second contestant, “but if I had to choose an animal, I guess Id say a dog. Big dogs actually. I like big dogs.”
“I like big dogs, too,” Trish said.
“What’s that?” Mistress Bethany said.
“I said I like big dogs, too.”
“So is that your answer to the question?”
“The answer to what question?”
“The question is what is your favorite animal. Is that your answer to the question.”
“No. I mean yes. I mean maybe. I’m so confused.”
“Hmm. What’s your answer to the question then?”
“Answer to what question?”
“What is your favorite animal?”
“I don’t know.”
“I think we’ll move on to the next question then but since you never really answered this question, it means you’re going to have to take off another article of clothing.”
Trish sighed. The rules to the game were so confusing but it wasn’t like she could say no and besides, just because she removed another article of clothing didn’t mean she was totally naked and besides, the audience really seemed to like it when she took off her clothing so she smiled happily as she complied with the request.
The game show moved on until finally Mistress Bethany announced that they had come to the final question and Trish breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn’t naked yet because she was still wearing her panties but if she could get just this one question right then maybe she wouldn’t be totally naked again.
Of course, it never occurred to her that for the duration of the game, so far she was the only one who’d had to take off any of her clothing.
“This last question is easy. On the count of three, point to the stupidest person on stage. Ready? One. Two. Three.”
Trish looked at the other people on stage. Contestant number one was pointing at her and so was Contestant number two and then she realized even her own fingers were pointing back at herself.
“Well now, it looks like we’ve got some agreement on that last question and look at you, Trish. You must be so happy that you got a question right but I’m sure you know what that means.”
“What does it mean, Mistress Bethany?”
“Well, what it means is that even though you did get the question right, you’re still going to have to take off another article of clothing.”
That hardly seemed fair, Trish told herself, but then she remembered that she’d actually gotten a question right and that definitely was something to be happy about so once she realized that, she very happily slipped off her panties which left her totally naked on stage.
Mistress Bethany came over to join the other contestants on stage. “That’s going to do it for us here tonight but before we go, I’m going to ask our still undefeated champion a question. Tell me, Trish, who is a silly, little stupid head?”
Trish couldn’t help but beam as she looked into the camera. “That would be me, Mistress Bethany. I really am a silly, little stupid head.”
“Yes you are, Trish, and with that we’re going to end our festivities tonight.”
The next morning, Trish woke up and couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. It was almost as if she were two people but that was totally stupid. How could one person be two people but that’s the way it seemed and even though thinking was so often hard for her to do, Trish knew what she had to do.
It was later in the work day and she asked her boss if she could go home a little bit early because she needed to see someone. At first, he didn’t seem all that inclined to do it. After all, he’d told her, what if they let everyone go home early. If they did, then there would be no one here and no work would get done and was that really fair to anyone?
What was she supposed to say to that, Trish wondered.
“I suppose I could let you go home early if you did something for me.”
“What would I have to do?” she asked suspiciously because sometimes people seemed to want her to do things for free and was that really fair to her?
“Well, I was thinking maybe you could let me fuck your tits.”
“How much money are you going to pay me for that?” she asked suspiciously.
“Pay you? I wasn’t thinking I’d pay you anything.”
She knew it. She was like so totally right. Her boss was trying to get something out of her for nothing.
But before she could say anything, her boss stopped her. “I know you think I’m trying to get something for free but you’re asking me for time off and if I’m going to do something like that for you, it only seems fair that you should do something for me, don’t you think?”
Trish had to admit that when he put it like that, maybe he had a point.
“So what do you say?” her boss asked. “You let me fuck your tits and we’ll get you out of here early.”
Trish wasn’t sure. She knew she was supposed to get paid for something like that but she also knew she needed to get off work early.
“What do you say?” her boss asked again.
“I guess we could do it,” Trish said and no sooner had she said it than she was opening her top and taking her boss’s cock between her tits until he’d cum all over her tits.
Later that afternoon, Trish found herself in her daughter’s school and then she was tugging on the door to her daughter’s classroom and when the door opened, Trish let herself inside.
Bethany Chalmers looked up at the sound of someone entering her classroom and she seemed to almost nod when she saw Trish standing there. “Ms. Fitzgerald,” she said, “what a pleasure to see you again.”
“You were expecting me?”
“As a matter of fact, I was but before we go any further, I think I know there’s something you’re just dying to wear.”
No sooner had the teacher said it than Trish’s eyes locked in on the dunce cap sitting on the corner of the teacher’s desk and in that moment, Trish knew what she wanted to do. “Can I put it on?” she asked.
“Absolutely. It’s why you’re here, isn’t it? You want to wear the dunce cap so by all means go ahead and put it on.”
It wasn’t exactly why she’d come here, Trish wanted to say, but it was hardly worth the effort to correct the record when the most important thing seemed to be to put the dunce cap in place and her fingers seemed to almost tingle with excitement as she lifted it up and as she put it on. God, it felt so good to wear it. It felt so good to just be so dumb.
“It feels so good to be dumb,” the teacher said almost as if she were reading her mind. “Thinking is hard so let’s take care of that problem right now. From now on, you’re going to be dumb all the time because thinking is hard. You’d rather let others make decisions for you because all you really are is a silly, little stupid head.”
Yes, of course, Trish thought. That was so right. She loved not thinking. She loved being a silly, little stupid head.
“But as much as you love that, you do have a problem.”
Trish couldn’t help but shudder. Problems usually meant thinking and she hated to think.
“Don’t you worry one bit about thinking,” Bethany said almost as if she knew what Trish was thinking. “I think we can get this done without you having to do any thinking at all.”
“Thank you.”
“Oh, no need to thank me. It’s my pleasure to help you out. Now the first problem we have is with your identity.”
“What’s wrong with my identity?”
“You’re just not that smart anymore and don’t get me wrong. It’s okay to be dumb. I’m sure you’ve already found out some of the benefits of being dumb like maybe in the workplace—”
“They’ve taken me off all the work projects I was on before but they’re still letting me earn money around the office by showing off my body or letting men fuck me.”
“Well, there you go. So you see things have been changing but you can’t be the old you anymore. You can’t really be the old you. You need to be a new you. That means you can’t be Trish Fitzgerald anymore. You need a new identity.”
“A new identity like what?”
“Well a new name for starters.”
“Like what?”
“Well if you were dumb because of excess drinking, I’d say we call you Trish de Lush but it goes deeper than that. I have an idea. Why don’t you take off your clothes for me.”
Trish wondered if maybe she should be asking Mistress Bethany to give her a twenty dollar bill like she did at work but then she figured that would have been disrespectful considering how Mistress Bethany was helping her so keeping that in mind, Trish quickly removed her clothes.
“Good girl,” Mistress Bethany told her and Trish couldn’t help but beam with satisfaction at being called a good girl. “Now, I want you to sit down and spread your legs for me.”
Again, Trish did exactly what she was told to do and then the most amazing thing happened. Mistress Bethany knelt down and then she pushed Trish’s knees even further apart before applying her tongue between Trish’s legs.
Trish couldn’t help but moan as Mistress Bethany ate her pussy and she was so wet.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned as Mistress Bethany continued to eat her. “Oh yeah, it feels so good.”
Just a little bit more, Trish thought. Just a little …
Oh, she was cumming. She was cumming and it felt so good.
Mistress Bethany finally pulled back and she licked Trish’s juices off her lips. “Just as I though,” she said. “Not Trish de Lush but Trish de Lish because your pussy tastes so good.”
Trish beamed happily at her new name.
By the time she left Mistress Bethany, Trish had a new life and she was happy with that. She knew she wasn’t smart but she was just fine with that. Brains were so overrated. She loved being a silly, little stupid head.