"I wish I wasn't a big boobed bimbo." you snarl out the wish with reluctance. Surely this should fix everything. But, as you stand there, there's no obscuring cloud hiding any transformation. You aren't changed at all.
"Why haven't you granted my wish!?" you rasp. Even as you do, you hate the sultry, husky purr of your new voice. You sound seductive rather than commanding, needy rather than filled with authority.
"You're no longer a big boobed bimbo Mistress." She tells you resolutely.
Already suspecting the answer, you allow her to continue as your teeth are clenched and grinding.
"You have full access to your previous intelligence, as a man you found it sufficient... as a woman you might find a more convincing argument to show your intelligence."
Huffing you release a strained breath. "So I'm a smart big boobed woman, and so my wish was granted." Taking a deeper breath you continue, "And I ... I need to appear smarter to counter the heft of these boobs, and this body."
"Mistress, was the one who couldn't tell her intelligence had returned..."
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