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You knock on her door, ray readied.
“Hi, can I-HAHHHH!!”
Chanel, thanks to her beauty, doesn’t undergo many changes physically. She ages to around 27, gets a polka dot dress, and sees her hair curl up. That’s pretty much it.
“W-why...why is this...h-h-happening...”
Chanel’s mental changes are somewhat more dramatic. She only has average intelligence, but she still sees a reduction in IQ; now she is actually rather dumb. It’s alright though, as the only things she would need to know how to do were shop, cook, and clean. She found happiness in the fact that women didn’t need to be smart! She also was beginning to feel so submissive, like her free will was slipping away. She didn’t mind though, as she knew that she belonged at home to obey her hubby. Women were silly, in Chanel’s small mind, to do anything else in life. Her hubby was so lucky to have married a true beauty queen like her, who would always do whatever she was told!
“Hubby! Should I put on makeup for you?”
“You look fine. Let’s go home.”
“Yay!”