No sooner had Chisame set foot outside her door, but she reverted from bimbo to normal. A mortified expression on her face, and a rather slutty set of clothes on her body - but she was otherwise quite normal. Oh, and we cannot forget that she was absolutely steaming furious at her bimbo self. Try to use her stream to spread the bimbo all around, would she? Well! It seemed like her program had done its work. Even she couldn't remove it.
Although, one thing was concerning her. If she was normal it meant that someone could see her. Which made her wonder, who exactly was -
"Hi, hi, hi!"
All of a sudden, out of nowhere, she was hugged from behind by the worst possible person. No, not Dracula or the Wolfman! It was, of course -
"Haruna," Chisame growled. "What do you want?"
"What do I ever want?" Haruna replied immediately, rubbing her cheek into Chisame, like a cat trying to rub its scent off. "I want to be enterta~ained."
Chisame slipped out of Haruna's grip and stomped away. Bad! This was bad! If Haruna got bimbo'd then - Then it would be a total disaster! Knowing this troublemaker she would not even try to keep it secret. She had to be careful, do everything in her power to keep Haruna from finding out.
<i>"Like, weren't you totally trying to do that anyway?"</i> asked a tittering voice in the back of her brain. Gah! Haruna really would not keep this to herself, at all! That girl was the number one troublemaker in class by design! She would go out of her way to stir things up to keep herself entertained! In fact, Chisame could see it so, so easily in her head!
<i>Haruna skipped through the corridors smiling brightly. A crowd of people all around her, oblivious to the hell she was about to unleash.
"I'm a bimbo!" she would sing, and instantly the transformation would take hold. Her skirt would shorten until it was more comparable to a belt. Her breasts would burst out of her shirt, which would suddenly create a plunging neckline and pull up to reveal her navel.
Then, Haruna would point to the nearest girl passing by. "You're a bimbo!" she would continue singing, and suddenly the girl would undergo a similar transformation. Her butt would expand into a bubble shape, her lips would plump up, her eyes would grow vacant of thought beyond 'how to sex'.
"You're a bimbo too!" Haruna whirled around, gesturing at a trio of girls who, suddenly, were indeed large breasted, wide hipped and completely stupid bimbos wearing ridiculously slutty clothes. Haruna then started dancing in the corridor, pointing to everyone around her one at a time. "What are all these horny bimbos gonna do?"
The answer to this question was, apparently, french kiss the nearest person. With every fibre of strength in their being, give them the most thorough tonguing a human being can give.</i>
Shudder, shudder, shudder! Had an earthquake just happened, or had Chisame beheld a dark vision of the near future? She could only hope that it was a future which did not come to pass, for if Haruna became afflicted with this 'secret bimbo' plague, there would be no stopping it no matter what. She'd actively do all she could to spread it, to the point of cooperating with her own bimbo self!
No, Chisame did not have a good impression of Haruna, why do you ask?
In any event, Haruna had easily caught up with her. Was skipping alongside. Dammit! This was bad! She had to get away from this girl, but in a way that left her surrounded by other people.
"So, since I was wanting to be entertained I tried to watch your stream!" Haruna said.
"Whose stream?" Chisame snorted.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I meant Chiu's stream," Haruna tittered away. "But it seems to be down. Some sort of service agreement violation? Isn't that strange? Whatever could have happened?"
"Barking up the wrong tree," Chisame insisted, quickening her pace, but Haruna had absolutely no trouble at all keeping pace with her. Urgh! So annoying! This girl had caught wind of a scoop, a story she could milk dry! She'd be like a bloodhound now, which meant it was only a matter of time before she found out!
<i>Then have it happen in a controlled scenario</i>
Her bimbo side must think she's a real idiot. Or she thinks her bimbo side is... a bimbo. Never mind. Anyway, the problem here was a simple paradox. The only way to get Haruna off a trail like this would be to get her more interested in something else. Why was this a paradox? Because she'd notice if someone was trying to do that and become even more interested.
"Oh, I'm sure it was some misunderstanding," Chisame shrugged. "Perhaps a wardrobe malfunction, or something equally embarrassing for all parties involved."
"Nuh uh, that's a little too simple," Haruna wagged her finger. "If it was something like that, I could at least find a recording of it online somewhere. But there's nothing out there at a~alllll. If I didn't know better, I'd swear that a certain someone who can make anything happen with electronics that she wanted zapped it clear off the whole Internet! How strange, how bizarre. Much like the clothes you're wearing out in public right no~ow~w."
And that was the other issue that Chisame knew for a fact Haruna would bring up. Why was she wearing these clothes?
"I lost a bet," Chisame said without missing a beat. "Go away, shoo, you're annoying me."
"A bet? With who? What were the terms? The conditions? Tell me <i>everything</i>."
Damn! No matter what she did she was only making Haruna more interested!
"Come on, huh. Nip slip? Someone caught porn in your background? Hakase walked around in nothing but a shirt again?"
"Go away!" Chisame yelled, and broke out into a run. Which Haruna was easily able to keep pace with! Don't lick your pencil! No! Don't flip through your notebook! Stop it!
"I mean, you're Chisame right? You could get your stream unblocked in, like, a minute flat if you put any effort into it at all!"
"Could you just trust me for once that something may be better and safer without your involvement in it?"
"I know the meaning of every word you said, but in that order they don't make sense."
By the look in her eyes, she understood full well and it's making her even more eager to investigate! Damn her! So be it! Chisame had no choice anymore! She screeched to a halt, grabbed the doorhandle on the door she was about to run past, and used her momentum to pull it open, spun in place and pulled herself inside in a single, fluid motion. She heard Haruna outside banging on the door, trying to get in, but it was futile, futile, futile!
"Chisame, come on, there's no need to be like this," Haruna said. "You'll feel soooo much better if you tell me about it."
"So you can tell everyone else? No chance!" Chisame sang back. Ah, hang on. She wasn't changing. Didn't that mean someone else was watching her right... Now...? Oh. She'd wound up running into the theatre. Where the performers onstage were staring at her with wide eyes.
Suddenly, the door jerked. Something violently slammed into it from outside. Ah! Haruna! What were you -
"There's no esca~ape!" Haruna crooned. "I'll get insiiiide, in no time at alllll!"
Crap! Crap, crap, crap! There was only one card left to play! Chisame really did not want to, but - But!
"Haruna I promise on my word as a streamer if you just leave me alone until I give you an all-clear I will let you Mod one of my streams and I'll do whatever you want that is TOS friendly!"
The weight being thrown against the door stopped.
"Anything!"
"I refer you to the TOS friendly part of the agreement! The fact I'm offering anything that loose should clue you in on how serious I am if I'd rather be forced into doing a, a... hot tub mukbang asmr stream or whatever nonsense you want.""
"Interesting suggestion, but I was thinking more..." Haruna made a sound that Chisame really, sincerely hoped was her licking her lips. "Would your streamers want to watch you give me a foot rub for the entire broadcast?"
"I'd make more money in an hour than I did all last month," Chisame said. No, bad! Don't be tempted by the money! "Do we have a deal, Haruna?! Back off, leave me alone!"
"Oka~ay, but you didn't say I couldn't investigate in some other wa~ay!"
Then she left. Skipping away down the corridor, humming to herself. Phew. Thank goodness. It felt like she'd been trying to escape her own shadow there for a while. Phew, thank goodness. Now she was alone in here. Er, actually, with the performers on stage staring at her awkwardly.
"Mind if I, uh, stay to watch your performance for a while?" Chisame asked. "I don't want to be alone right now, and I need some time to... think." Yep. And she did need to be surrounded by other people to be able to think in the first damn place...
"You can join in if you want?" one of the girls said. "I mean, uh, we are short a role."
"Yeah, sure, I can help out," Chisame shrugged. "What do you need me to play?"
"Oh, this airheaded idiot who ruins things for - Huh? Where are you going?"
Maybe... she could find somewhere to think <i>somewhere else</i>.
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