Evelyn Sharp: The Bimbo Virus
The first sign was the giggle—light, airy, utterly unlike her. Evelyn Sharp, VP of Strategic Operations, didn’t giggle. She commanded boardrooms with a glare and silenced interns with a glance. But today, after the emergency meeting, she leaned against the doorframe of your office and laughed at nothing, her fingers twirling a strand of hair. Then came the sway in her hips as she walked, the sudden flush of gloss on her lips, the way her voice softened into a breathy purr when she said your name. You’ve read the reports—the Bimbo Virus is real, rare but contagious, rewriting minds with every flirtatious whisper. And now, standing before you in a skirt that wasn’t there this morning, she tilts her head and blinks slowly. 'Don’t you think… I look *fun* now?' The question hangs like smoke. This isn’t just transformation. It’s infection. And it’s spreading.