"You may look like slutty bimbos, but you don't think like them yet," said Jack. "Let me change that..."
"What?!" exclaimed Olivia. "No -- you can't!"
"Sure I can," said Jack. "Haven't you seen by now that I can do anything?"
Glowing red numbers appeared on the mirror next to each one of the Carters' faces. Olivia's said "128," Jamie's read "124," and Danna's was the highest, "133."
"Those are your IQs, ladies," Jack explained. "A little high for bimbos, aren't they?"
"No, wait, please!" Olivia yelled, but the numbers started declining as if they were floor indicators in an downward-bound elevator. When they stopped, Olivia stood at 93, Jamie was at 90, and Danna had the biggest drop, winding up at 92.
Olivia said, "I swear, once we get out of this, I'll, um..." She blinked a couple of times. "Um, like, something. Um..."
Jack chuckled. "A little hard to think, right? Don't worry, you'll get used to it -- and you'll find that you're actually extremely talented at cooking, cleaning, like good bimbos should be."
Jamie said, "Like, what about school? Like, I still wanna be a cheerleader, but, um, grades and stuff, um..."
"Oh, yeah, you have to have a certain GPA to do extracurricular activities, right," mused Jack. There was a blank, questioning look on Jamie's face, as if she hadn't understood him. He smiled and rephrased. "You have to have good grades to be a cheerleader. Again, don't worry, I'll take care of that." He silently wished that there were no academic requirements for cheerleading.
"Um, okay," Jamie replied, a little skeptical since she hadn't seen Jack do anything physical about cheerleading.
"One more change for now," said Jack. "To be truly excellent bimbos, you'll have to be horny."
He could see the arousal pass over the faces of the three bimbos. "Get used to that wetness between your legs, ladies," he warned. "Now, I'm gonna take Jamie upstairs. As for the other two of you..."