*Drinking and tinkering with experimental tech don’t mix, even if your grades are on the line.*
Mind control, F2F transformation, Bimbofication
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The girls were certain they were failing Bio 101.
“It’s that damn, creepy TA.” Emily scoffed, brushing her red hair out of her face.
“Sexisit, racist pig.” Wendy muttered, not looking up from her phone.
“I know!?” Jess was clearly the most drunk, having already downed several of the horrendous Kool-Aid and vodka monstrosities the three of them had been sharing for the last hour.
They all sat together in their shared dorm, commiserating their futile academic struggle. An outside observer would have suggested that their time would have been better spent studying, but it’s human nature to avoid introspection when an easy target of scorn was available.
Jess finished off the pink-purple abomination from her solo cup. She was blonde, but wasn’t stupid (all of them were reasonably intelligent) though she’d wasted this first semester at college partying hard.
“Hey Wendy, at least you have a shot at-” Jess stopped to shake her friend’s shoulder for attention. Wendy always was on her phone, rarely looking up and giving her focus to the world around her.