Barbra staggered out of the bedroom into the kitchen and steadied herself with the chair in front of her.
Her head was pounding, she felt like throwing up, and she wished it would last forever.
She knew that in just a couple of minutes both would start to fade, her mind would begin to cloud over in a pink haze, and she’d be wiggling her ass out the door to find another man to fuck.
She looked back over her shoulder at the bedroom, she could see the feet of the man she’d just left, but had no idea what his name was, or exactly where he’d picked her up.
She looked down at her outfit and cringed, it was tacky as tacky could be, but there was no doubt in her mind that it attracted the exact kind of attention that Barbie wanted.
A shiver ran through her at the thought of the name, she’d mentally compartmentalized it from herself, but she also knew it was her, just not this version of her.
She let out a sigh and then pulled in a deep breath as she felt the headache start to fade.
“No… no… no… not yet… just a bit more time…” she said aloud to no one, but she knew it was pointless.
The curse would quickly take hold now, in a few seconds she’d be Barbie again and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
A smile started to form on her lips, then a little giggle escaped them, followed by a wave of pleasure as Barbra faded away.
Barbie giggled and wiggled her ass as she took her hand from the back of the chair and gave out a little squeal of joy.
“Oh my god, like, he fucked me sooooo good! giggle“
She turned around and went back to the doorframe of the bedroom and leaned in, then pouted as she saw the spent man fast asleep.
Then she shrugged her shoulders, turned and walked to the front door. After all, if he wasn’t going to fuck her again tonight, she might as well go find someone else to.
She closed the door behind her and giggled softly as she walked down the hallway and found the elevator. The night was young and she was horny, so she wanted to find at least two more men to fuck her, maybe three if she could convince them to fuck her in the club instead of taking her home.
Then she pouted just a little, the only problem was that she could never remember the few minutes after she’d orgasmed, it was just blank, like waking up standing next to the chair.
The elevator doors closed, revealing her reflection to her, and she smiled and giggled. Then she grabbed her tits and squeezed them together… maybe if she got even bigger tits she’d remember what happened after she orgasms.
She giggled aloud at the thought, “Well, only one way to find out!” she squealed in the empty elevator before leaving to find her next lucky guy of the night.
