Bimbo remote - GIF

— Damn it! Why the hell do these things bounce so painfully? And these stilettos! Walking in them is literally impossible, let alone running! Every single step on these heels sent pain shooting from my toes straight to the top of my head. I was panting with outrage and embarrassment, feeling the long, dark hair sliding in waves over my shoulders and down my back, irritatingly tickling my heated skin, as I ran like some stupid chick with my arms instinctively raised sideways! Yeah, because otherwise I'd just crash face-first—and I had to stop this asshole who somehow ended up in my villa and did this to me with that weird remote control in his hands!

I looked ahead as I ran, realizing in horror and fury that he’d already turned himself into me! Now the person standing in front of me was "me," the way I should've been: smirking arrogantly in a perfectly tailored Armani suit.

— Stop, stop right now! Give me back my body! — I screamed, hearing how pathetic and ridiculous my thin, high-pitched voice sounded, panic already slipping through.

He just smirked mockingly, raised the remote, aimed it at me, and pressed another button. At that exact moment, something loudly clicked inside my head.

For a moment, I froze as if struck by invisible lightning, and suddenly everything inside my head felt so… empty and airy, like someone had opened a window, letting a fresh breeze sweep away all my thoughts, leaving behind only the silly echo of my recent annoyance—something about me wanting his body. Oh yes, his body—oh gosh, of course I want it! He's so damn sexy in that suit! So strong and confident, exactly like me... No, wait! He's me now, and who am I then?

I giggled so cutely I even surprised myself, my voice so high-pitched and playful, like the chime of a little bell. Okay then, I should totally think about what to do next, right? I twirled a strand of my shiny dark hair around my finger, thoughtfully smiling. Oh wait, what was I even thinking about? I guess it was something super important, like stopping that rude guy with that remote… Oh, and what even is that thingy anyway—a remote? Like, you push the little buttons, and then you're suddenly a super pretty girlie in a bright bikini! Oh my god, that's just so super cool, right? Oh no, wait, something’s totally not right with that!

— Hey! You're totally out of line, sweetie! You think you're sooo freaking awesome now, huh? With that little remote thingy? And like, what did you even do to my head?! — I asked, pouting my lips into an offended grimace and placing my hands indignantly on my narrow waist. And why did I just call him "sweetie"?

He smirked again with that insolent, cocky smile—my smile—that suddenly made me feel all sweetly excited inside, like I was a little girl again and the hottest boy in school had just noticed me.

— Relax, baby, — his voice sounded painfully familiar, and that totally pissed me off, though now I couldn't even remember why. — You're exactly where you belong now, and everything's gonna be perfect. You won't even have to think. I'll handle everything.

— Hey! No way! That's totally unfair! I'm not some dumb little doll, and... and... — I stumbled, desperately trying to remember what I even wanted to say to him. Anger boiled inside my chest, but along with it rose a strange wave of excitement at how freaking hot this man in front of me looked—so tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in that expensive suit, with such a confident and dominant look that made me wanna squeal in excitement and fear all at once. Oh god, did I seriously just think about him like he's an actual man?

He raised the remote again, and I froze, fearfully pressing my little palms to my chest, feeling my heart pounding wildly like a tiny frightened bird trapped inside my ribcage.

Click.

My eyelashes fluttered, and I involuntarily arched my back, thrusting out my tits, so deliciously showcased in my brightly colored floral bikini, and suddenly everything became so easy and clear.

— Oh, you're sooo right, sweetie! Like, I totally don't need to think at all! It's like sooo boring and complicated anyway, ew! — I cooed, playfully swaying my hips as I took a careful little step forward, almost tripping off my heels but cutely catching myself and giggling charmingly. — And you'll totally take care of me now, right, honeybunny?

I covered my mouth with my hand in surprise, trying to understand why I was now talking like a total airhead, and why, instead of giving this hottie in the suit a serious ass-kicking, all I could think about was how nice it would be to cling to his arm and let him do all kinds of nice little things to me.

Oh my gosh, what nice little things? He's literally… me! Well, like, I used to be him, but now I'm just such a cute, silly little girlie who totally wants to be cuddled, pampered, and given all sorts of pretty little jewelry, like this adorable starfish necklace I'm wearing right now! Like, isn't it just the cutest thing ever?