To be completely honest, you were surprised how open she was to this idea. You said it out loudly while she was learning, scribbling, trying to keep up with her classes. She was wrecking, demeaning to herself, forcing herself to conform, to repeat stuff she didn’t need. So, well, you said it clearly, half jokingly:
Be pink Be fun Be feminine
Suddenly her eyes got bright, her smile wide, and asked you whether you would love her anyway. Of course, you said, maybe even more. From this moment on, she never again held a book in her hands, read or tried to understand what was going on. She simply smiled and moaned and became all versatile bimbo doll.


















