Chapter 1

Brenda Williams had been working at a dead end job for years. Her life seemed empty to her. Since divorcing her husband three years ago, she had been raising her 18 year old daughter, Jane, and her 15 year old son, Jonathan. Sometimes she felt like she was letting them down, but she had to tell herself to keep going. After all, secretaries don't get paid a lot of money.

She worked for a cosmetics company. Her boss, Mr. Holden, kept her busy most of the day. She mostly answered phones and did computer work. The company, New Life Cosmetics, supposedly did a lot of experimental work. She rarely saw anything other than her desk and rarely talked to anyone other than her boss and her friend, Tammy. Tammy was another secretary there. They would meet up in the copy room and gossip about whatever was happening that day.

Occasionally, they would see scientist's running back and forth through the hallways. But they would never talk to anyone. They were a very secretive organization.

Well, it's seven o'clock. The alarm beeps, piercing the silence of the dark, lonely room. Brenda groggily swings her hand toward her nightstand, attempting to stop the annoying beeping. She'd love to go back to sleep, but Jane and Jonathan won't get up if she doesn't motivate them.

After missing the OFF button several times, she finally sits up in bed and slams her hand on the alarm. "Stupid thing," she says to the empty room. Standing up and twisting the blinds open, the room is filled with sunlight. Normally this would be the beginning of a normal day for her. But this was just the beginning of her new life. She doesn't know it yet, but she'll soon find out.

She goes down the hall, visiting each of her children's rooms and tells them what a beautiful day it is for school. They don't seem interested though. Eventually, they get up, shower, and join their mother downstairs for breakfast.

They talk about the day ahead and laugh about days before. After that, they each get their things, hug their mother goodbye and go to school.

Brenda is left alone again. She knows it isn't long until she has to leave herself so she takes a shower. She isn't an unattractive woman at all. She wardrobe could use a little help though, her hair too. She's a nice tall brunette, but she presents herself with a very low attitude. After getting dressed and ready, she gets in the car and heads downtown.

The city is filled with businessmen and women. Mixed in the crowd are the usual drug dealers and whores. Brenda can't believe that this is what she calls home. She cringes as she thinks of how she has to drive here everyday. How terrible! Driving through all these evil people, day after day. All they're interested in is money and sex. She can't believe how some people can be so shallow.

Arriving at work, she finds a bit of commotion going on outside the front doors. A circle of people were marching around the sidewalk, all holding signs. She then realized that they were all women. The signs read things such as "Down With New Life!" and "New Life degrading to women!".

"What the?" Brenda is confused with this. They were simply a cosmetics company. They sold make-up and shampoo and pretty much anything a woman would need. This company was for women! Why were these people so angry?

They gave her a threatening glare as she walking into the huge skyscraper. It towered over the surrounding buildings. Over the front doors is the title of the building: NEW LIFE COSMETICS.

Taking the elevator to the tenth floor, she stepped off and was immediately greeted by Mr. Holden, "A little late today aren't we, Brenda?"

She was surprised. She may have been five minutes late, but what was five minutes? She just smiled and apologized, "Sorry Mr. Holden, it won't happen again."

"In case you didn't notice, we have a bit of a problem outside. So don't slack off, this is gonna be a busy day."

Brenda was burning up inside with hatred for this man. She never slacked off. In fact, she was one of the hardest working people on this floor. But why should her boss notice that. All he cared about was staring at her ass and down her blouse. The pig. How she wished she could quit. But she knew that would never happen.

"Yes sir," she forced herself to say and walked off, rolling her eyes. She walked down the hall to her desk outside Mr. Holden's office. She sat down, her back to the door with the name Jack Holden printed on it. Her name was printed on a small nameplate sitting at the head of her desk. After settling in and putting her glasses on, Tammy came walking up to her.

"Hey there, have you seen the circus outside?"

Brenda took her glasses off and smiled at her friend. "Hey, yeah, I walked right through it. What's it all about?"

Tammy looked surprised at her, "You mean you haven't seen it?"

Brenda was confused, "Seen what?"

"The commercial, it's programmed into all our computers."

She walked around Brenda's desk and reached over to Brenda's computer. Tammy was a hot lady. Even Brenda understood that. She had the typical long blonde hair and perfect figure. She always wore skirts while Brenda chose slacks.

Tammy clicked the computer to life and a small window appeared automatically and started playing a video. It showed an ordinary woman walking down the street, wearing normal clothes and going unnoticed by every man she passed by. She seemed unhappy about it too. Then, she was seen leaving a department store with a bag that said New Life Cosmetics on the side. Her clothes had changed to that of a slutty tramp and she seemed very pleased with herself. This time, while walking down the street, the woman was being stared at by every guy that passed. One even slapped her ass while she walked by, but the woman just laughed while a commercial played some loud rock song. She was next seen at a bar getting tons of attention by men. The screen went black and words came up on the screen, being read aloud by the woman, saying, "New Life Cosmetics: What men look for in women." Then a male's voice announced the exciting debut of several new products from New Life Cosmetics. Then the video stopped.

Brenda was floored! She couldn't believe she was employed by these sexist pigs. Her boss appeared from around the corner and smiled at the two women. Then frowned and said, "Tammy, this isn't your work area. And Brenda, I don't want to see any playing around or gossiping today. I know work is difficult thing for you women, but we need to apply ourselves today. 'K girls?"

They both said in unison, "Sorry Mr. Holden." He walked into his office and closed the door.

Brenda looked at her friend, "I really hate that man."

Tammy sighed, "I know, me too. But if we don't kiss his ass, we're both looking for new jobs."

"I know, but I can't believe they're getting away with this commercial. Are they really playing this on TV?"

"Oh yeah, it's getting serious airplay. Everyone's getting upset about it." Brenda couldn't believe it. She'd never be able to concentrate today. She had to have a talk with Mr. Holden.

"I'm gonna talk with him," Brenda said getting up from her desk.

Tammy started to talk her down, "Oh no, that's a bad idea. He doesn't like to be reasoned with. Especially by women, you know how he is."

"I won't do anything dramatic. Just a little talk is all."

Tammy realized it was no good, "Ok then, but just be careful. Don't get yourself fired."

"Don't worry about me."

Jack Holden was standing by the window, looking down at the picketers circling in front of the building. It seemed to be growing larger. More and more women were joining to revolt against his company, but little did they know that they were making a big mistake. His partner, Gregory, was on his way outside to greet them now. He watched as his partner came out the front door holding the special perfume in his hands. He appeared to be offering one of the picketer's a free sample, but she just started waving her sign in the air and shouting something. Then, he sprayed the perfume in her face and she dropped her sign. The woman seemed to calm down a lot and then just walked away down the street after Gregory had a few words with her. One by one, he sprayed the picketers, until they were all walking causally away, like they had just lost interest in the idea. Jack smiled at his creation and was pleased it was working so well.

He had a bottle of it sitting on his desk. He walked over to it and sat down. The bottle was oval shaped and was titled, Happiness. After many years of development, he had finally come up with several new products designed to bring in a hefty profit and dominate the cosmetics industry. Happiness was the first product being sold.

He leaned back in his chair and was relaxing when he heard a knock at his door.

"Come in," he muttered.

Brenda opened the door and stuck her head in, "Sir, are you busy?"

"I'm always busy, Brenda. Now what is it."

She was very nervous. She had never had confronted her boss about anything before. But she felt she had to let him know just how terrible this new ad was.

"Sir, I just viewed the new commercial for the first time a moment ago and . . ."

"Beauty ain't it?" Mr. Holden smiled at his secretary, already preparing for what was coming.

"Well, actually . . . no," Brenda flinched at her words, afraid of the response she was going to get. But instead, Holden just continued to sit and smile. He looked her up and down, making her very self-conscious. "Um, sir, could you please not -"

"Sit down Brenda," he commanded, pointing at the chair in front of his desk.

"What?" she was expecting to be fired by now. Maybe he was understanding what she was saying.

"Sit down." She did as told. She sat and crossed her legs, waiting for Mr. Holden's response. He picked up a bottle of perfume that was sitting on his desk. The label read, Happiness. "Brenda, this is our new product. It's called Happiness."

"I see," she said, eyeing the bottle.

"Do you know why it's called Happiness?"

"Umm, no. I don't."

"Well, all those picketers are very unhappy women. Do you know why they're unhappy?" She shook her head no. "Well, they're not pretty women, basically. Men don't pay attention to them. The worst thing is, they're not trying to get their attention." Brenda was nodding her head, not understanding where this was going. "This perfume can make them happy by ensuring that men will pay attention to them."

"But, sir, I don't think they want men to pay attention to them. They want to be respected like anyone else instead of stared at, like that darn commercial."

He smiled at his secretary and pointed the bottle at her face, "But this perfume changes that." He sprayed a cloud of perfume into Brenda's face. She closed her eyes and flinched at the suddenness of Mr. Holden's actions. It was very sweet smelling and started to fill Brenda's head with a cloudy feeling. She suddenly felt very calm.

"Don't you feel better now?" he asked, still smiling.

She rubbed her forehead, wondering why she felt so strange. "I . . . I guess so."

"Stand up darlin'," he led her to the window and pointed down to the street. "See, all the picketers are gone."

She looked down at the street, "Where'd they go?"

"We gave them some free samples of Happiness and they just seemed to lose interest in picketing. Much like you're losing interest in bothering me with your opinions, right?"

She thought about this. Her mind was filled with mixed feelings. She remembered being offended by the commercial, but now, she didn't feel to concerned about it. Casually glancing down at herself, she wondered why she picked this outfit out today. It didn't seem too flattering to her figure. She'd have to go shopping after work. Wait, why am I thinking about clothes now? I never do that? She started getting worried, but was suddenly sprayed in the face again by the perfume. The worried thoughts seemed to melt away. She looked at her boss and apologized for bothering him, "I guess you're right, I'll leave you alone now."

"Brenda?" She stopped and looked at him. "Go home early today, get yourself some new clothes. You would really be a knockout if you dressed up a little."

Normally, this would offend her, but now, she didn't seem to care. In fact, if really seemed like a good idea. "Ok, Jack." Did I just call him Jack? She started to worry again, but thought about shopping again and calmed down. She walked out of his office, unconsciously shaking her ass more and more. Jack smiled to himself and thinking he couldn't wait to get the rest of the new products out.

Chapter 2

Brenda came out of Holden's office and sat back at her desk, replaying what just happened in her head. Why do I feel so good right now? She felt like she was the best person in the office, the happiest at least. Tammy poked her head around the corner, "How'd it go?"

She shrugged at the question, "Oh it was fine, nothing to worry about."

"What do you mean?"

"The commercial, the sexism . . . everything. It was just a big misunderstanding. He's harmless."

Tammy was stunned, "How can you say he's harmless?! Do I need to make you watch the video again?" Before Brenda could say no, Tammy's hand was clicking on the mouse again and the small window popped up. The video began playing. This time, Brenda kind of felt sorry for the woman. She was all alone and none of the men would pay attention to her. But she smiled when she saw the woman walk out of the department store with her bag of New Life Cosmetics. This reminded Brenda that she was supposed to go home early and do some shopping. After the woman was violated beyond belief by random males, and the sales pitch at the end, the video stopped and Tammy looked at her friend, "There. Doesn't that make you angry?"

Brenda thought about it and said, "Not really. It is kind of true. She should be much happier now. Look at all the attention she's getting." Tammy just sat, wide-eyed, staring at her friend. She couldn't believe the change she had suddenly gone though. Just what did that smooth-talker say to her? "But, I need to go. Jack said I could go shopping instead of work today."

"Wha - Who? Jack? You mean Mr. Holden?"

"Yeah, him," she answered, picking her purse up.

"You never go shopping when I ask you to go."

Brenda stopped and looked at Tammy, "Well, you're welcome to come along."

Tammy looked angrily at her friend, "Sorry, but some people actually have to work on Monday's."

Brenda shrugged, "Suit yourself."

Tammy was about to slap Brenda out of her daze when Mr. Holden came out of his office. He was holding a bottle of Happiness and smiling, "Brenda, you forgot your free bottle of perfume."

Brenda smiled at her boss, "Thanks."

"Have you seen this product yet Tammy?"

Tammy was shooting darts at him with her eyes. She just simply shook her head "no".

"Oh, well, all of our employees should try it out. So they know what they're working with." He smiled at Brenda then turned and sprayed a cloud of Happiness in Tammy's face.

She squinted her eyes and took a step back. The sweet smell engulfing her, she opened her eyes and nodded, "Not bad."

Jack was pleased. "Good, I'm glad you like it." He handed Brenda the bottle of perfume.

Brenda then started to leave, "OK then, I'll see you guys tomorrow."

Jack and Tammy waved goodbye, then Jack looked at Tammy, "Would you like to join her on a day off?"

She shook her head, "Nah, I should work. She deserves it, she works hard."

"She sure does." Jack patted Tammy's ass and said, " Speaking of work . . .?"

Tammy seemed in a daze, not even noticing her ass being patted. She shook her head and laughed, "Oh right! Sorry Jack, I'll be going now."

"Good girl. Work hard."

"Sure thing," she said and walked off and Jack walked back into his office. He looked out the window just in time to see his secretary walking out the front door and she sure looked happy.

Brenda arrived at the mall and happily grabbed her purse. She headed for the door, happy to be out of work and doing what she loves more than anything. Shopping. Is that true? I thought I hated shopping? Brenda couldn't remember, but soon didn't care because she entered the front door and had to decide on which store to go in first.

Well, she needed new clothes. She went into several stores, buying more and more revealing clothes. She really needed something that would get men's attention. She bought skirts, revealing shirts, high heel shoes . . . whatever she saw that looked appealing.

Next, she needed a makeover. This boring hair-do and makeup just wasn't working. She walked toward the back of the mall, where the salons were. When she was done, she had highlighted her hair with blonde streaks. It went just below the middle of her back when she wore it down. Brenda hardly wore makeup, but she didn't feel strange at all having the lady at the counter paint her face up. While she was having bright red lipstick applied to her, she noticed another woman giving out free samples of perfume. A closer look revealed that it was a bottle of Happiness. Every woman that walked past the display counter was sprayed. Brenda watched as the cloud of perfume shot out of the bottle into the customers face and then drifted back into the face of the woman spraying. She must have had about fifty sprays of Happiness drift back in her face all morning. The woman sat back on her stool, waiting for another customer. She didn't cross her legs like most ladies, instead she left them apart and Brenda could see right up her dress. The woman seemed careless about it though. Her shirt had fallen farther and farther down and the top of her nipple was becoming visible. Once again, though, she didn't seem to care. Men would walk by her and stare, but the woman would just laugh. One time, when she caught someone staring, she pulled one side of her shirt all the way down and flashed her tit at them. The men just laughed and high-fived each other. Good for her, Brenda thought, smiling. She was glad to see her getting all that attention.

When the makeup was finished, she was amazed. In a matter of hours, she had gone from drab looking to hot and steamy. Leaving the mall, she was gawked at left and right, but she was happy about it. She knew she would have no problem finding a man now. She found her car in the parking lot loaded up her bags of makeup and clothes and got in. She sat up and looked at herself in the rearview mirror, checking out her makeup. So this is why women always look up her, how convenient! She smiled at herself and looked over at the passenger seat. The bottle of Happiness was sitting there.

She picked it up and examined it. It looked like an ordinary bottle of perfume, but there was something strange about it though. She started to realize that her whole attitude had changed since Jack had sprayed her in the face with this stuff. Jack?! Why do I keep calling him that? She knew she was not on a first name basis with a man she hated. Do I really hate him? Yes!! I do! I think . . . She started getting frustrated. But just then, she dropped the bottle of Happiness. "OH SHIT!" she screamed. For a split second, she wondered Do I normally talk like that? But her thoughts were stopped from going any farther, when the bottle crashed on the floor and engulfed the inside of the car with it's magical smell.

Jane pulled into the driveway with her little brother in the passenger seat. She always drove him to school and back home. They got along pretty well. Both of them were top students of the class. Neither of them got into trouble and always obeyed their mother.

"We're home," Jane announced.

"Whoopdee-do," Jonathan answered sarcastically.

"Well, I'm happy. That was a long day." They both climbed out of the small car, grabbed their bookbags and walked toward the front door. Jane made a late lunch for the two of them, since they were both helping set up for the pep rally during lunch today. She made each of them sandwiches and they both sat down in the living room. Jane turned on the TV and saw that Jenny Jones was on. The topic was, "Mother and Daughter Bimbo Slut Teams". Jane was appalled as she watched a lady and her daughter tramp around stage in their skimpy clothes, while all the men in the audience cheered and the women laughed at them. "What sluts!" Jane yelled at the TV. Jonathan didn't really respond, he was busy watching the show. The woman described how her and her daughter sleep around and shop together. She kept saying how proud she was of her daughter. "She's such a good slut! She can get men to fbeepk her that I can't even get." Everyone laughed at the slutty woman.

They finished their sandwiches and watched as a commercial came on. It showed a woman being ignored by men until she bought new cosmetics and they somehow turned her into just as much a slut as the two women on Jenny Jones. The men were gapping at her and slapping her ass, and she just laughed! The commercial ended saying this was what men looked for in women. Jane was appalled, "What about intelligence and class!? Love, humor, or interests?" She was even more amazed when her mother's company name showed up on the screen. "New Life? That's mom's work! Isn't it?" she asked her brother.

Jonathan looked uninterested, "Yeah, so?"

"Well, I just can't wait to hear what mom thinks of this." She stood up to bring their plates back into the kitchen when their mother's car pulled up. "Hey, mom's home already." Jonathan stood up to greet his mother. He was amazed at the hot woman that came walking through the door.

"Mom? Is that you?" Jonathan asked.

"You bet, hon. What do you think?" she asked spinning around.

"Ummm, great. I guess . . ." he knew he shouldn't be staring at his mother's tits, but that were practically hanging out.

Jane came out of the kitchen, "Hey mom, how was-? What the hell?"

Brenda smiled, thinking her daughter loved new look. "Don't I look hot? You wouldn't believe how many dates I've been offered so far. By strangers!" She clapped her hands, excited at the cheap lines she's been thrown all day.

"Mom, you can't be serious. You look like a hooker."

Brenda had changed into her tube top in the car after spilling the bottle of Happiness. She took all her clothes off and changed while a group of high school boys stopped and stared at her. She just kissed the window and waved at them. She was also wearing her short skirt and had heavily applied her makeup while sitting at a red light.

"Well, hooker's make more money than me. Maybe I could come up with a couple extra dollars." Jane and Jonathan just looked at their mother in shock. "I'm only kidding kids, come on lighten up." She laughed and walked into the living room to sit down. She sat with one leg on the coffee table, anyone that was sitting across from her would notice she wasn't wearing any underwear. The kids joined her on the couch. "I did get offered some money to sleep with one guy though, while I was in the mall buying this," she said holding up another bottle of Happiness. She had gone back into the mall after changing to buy it. This walk though the mall was much more interesting while she was wearing her new clothes. Much more fun too!

She handed the bottle to Jane, "Go on, try it."

Jane just set the bottle back on the coffee table, "Is this the stuff they're advertising on TV? With that filthy commercial?"

"Filthy?! Jane, that commercial is going to bring in all kinds of new customers. It really does tell the truth though. I felt so much better after using it, and then buying these clothes."

"You're hair's different too."

"I know, isn't it wild! Try the perfume darling!" she smirked at her daughter, "You'll be surprised how much you like it."

"Not right now, mom," she said getting up and walking toward the stairs.

Jonathan and his mom sat on the couch as Jane stomped to her room, angry at what her mother was becoming. She looked at her son, "Jane wears perfume doesn't she?"

"Yeah, but I don't think she wants anything to do with that kind," he said pointing to the bottle on the coffee table.

Brenda suddenly had a great idea. She heard Jane walking into the bathroom and closing the door, then the shower came to life. She walked upstairs and into her daughter's room. On the dresser, she saw a bottle of Tommy Girl. She grabbed it and ran to the bathroom in her room. She dumped the bottle of Tommy Girl in the sink and then emptied the bottle of Happiness into the Tommy Girl bottle. Screwing the top back on she thought, Jane will feel so much better after using this. She sprayed herself with the sweet smelling liquid and felt a surge of pleasure shot through her. Her knees buckled and she fell to the ground. Brenda pulled her tube top down and her tits sprung out. She grabbed one and started pinching her nipple. The perfume was making her cum! She smiled as she jammed her hand down her pants and rubbed her clit, basking in the joy of her orgasm. When it was over, she was out of breath and dizzy. She stumbled up to her feet and wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Whew, that was a relief." She then realized that that was the first time she had cum in over a year. She felt so much better now. "Jane's gonna thank me when this is over." She walked back into Jane's room and placed the Tommy Girl bottle, filled with Happiness, and tiptoed back out of the room.

Just then, the shower shut off. A moment later, Jane emerged, towel wrapped around her and walked into her room. Brenda listened from around the corner as the door shut. She then tiptoed back to Jane's door, pressed her ear to it and listened as she heard the towel hit the ground, and then, the lovely sound of the perfume bottle being sprayed several times over her body. Brenda smiled. She heard her daughter say, "This stuff smells different." But that was all. I guess she lost interest in that worry, Brenda thought, covering her mouth to keep from laughing.

Suddenly the door opened, and Brenda jumped back. Jane stood there, with the towel back around her, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," she said walking past her daughter, into the room.

"Excuse me, mother. But I have to get dressed."

"Oh don't mind me, go ahead."

Jane stared at her mother, starting to get fed up. But then she realized that she was her mother, and shouldn't be embarrassed. But she hadn't even seen me naked since puberty, she thought. But she tossed the towel to the ground anyway. Her naked body walked over to the dresser and to pick out an outfit. But none of the clothes looked very good to her. I need some new clothes, she thought.

Brenda walked over to the dresser and picked up the bottle of perfume and held it up, "This is nice perfume huh?"

Suddenly, Jane realized what was happening. She was standing in the room, naked, with her mom, thinking about how boring her clothes looked. "You did something! You're making me like you! Is it that perfume!?"

Brenda laughed as she unscrewed the top and spilled the whole bottle on Jane's head. She laughed and giggled as her daughter stumbled backwards and fell to the ground. Her naked breasts bounced as she hit the floor. She looked up at her laughing mother, surprised at what had just happened. But what had just happened? So her mother splashed her with perfume, what's wrong with that? Jane wondered why she gets so upset about stupid things. She laughed at her mother, "Ok mom, good one. But look how dirty I am."

Brenda smiled at her daughter, "Well, hon, some men like dirty little girls." They both started laughing.

"Mom, pluh-leaze." They continued laughing as Jane turned back to closet and looked over her clothes.

Then, Jonathan came running up stairs. "Are you guys alright, I heard something fall," he said, started to walk into the room. He stopped when he saw his sister's naked body, "Oh! Um . . . Sorry. Sorry, I, uh, didn't . . . Just close the door will ya . . ."

Jane turned around to her brother, tits sticking out proudly, "Don't worry squirt, come on in. It's just me."

"No, that's ok, I think I'll wait downstairs," he said walking back downstairs.

Jane looked at her mom and laughed, "Maybe he should wear some perfume." She laughed and her mother joined her.

"That might be I little difficult. Besides, I don't think this stuff works on men."

"Oh well," Jane took one last look at her collection of clothes and said, "Mom, can we go to the mall?"

Chapter 3

Jonathan was confused as hell. His mom has been acting very differently lately, and his sister had suddenly started acting strange. A few hours ago they had gone to the mall to shop. When they got back, Jane had done the same thing to herself his mother had earlier. Her hair was streaked blond and she was made-up like a hooker. She was wearing a mini-skirt and a tank top that barely covered her up. Jane was never too gifted in the chest, but still, too much was too much.

Now they were both sitting in the den watching Ricki Lake. They seemed to be rooting for the slutty girls. Shouting things like, "You don't need to change, girl!" and "Damn, I wish I had a rack like that," at the TV. Jonathan knew something was wrong.

Sitting in front of them on the coffee table, was the bottle of perfume they bought when they went to the mall. It looked like the same kind Brenda had tried so desperately to get Jane to wear. Then, when she wouldn't, Brenda ran upstairs looking mischievous. After that, Jane became just as odd acting as his mother. Something wasn't right.

"Mom, what is that stuff?"

Jane and Brenda exchanged amused looks before she answered, "Well, honey, it's a very special perfume."

"What's so special about it?"

Brenda was getting annoyed with her sons nosiness, "Nothing, nevermind. Go upstairs and do your homework."

"I don't have any."

Brenda turned around and gave him a mean stare, "Then just go upstairs."

Something was definitely not right. His mom never got mad him, especially for asking about some stupid perfume. He had to get to the bottom of this. He knew that perfume was the cause of all this. He was just probably going to have to take a trip downtown and check out New Life Cosmetics.

After Brenda and Jane went to bed, wearing some pretty slutty looking lingerie, Jonathan snuck out of his room and met the cab outside that he had called and had told to be here at midnight. He got in and rode all the way to the big New Life Cosmetics building. He paid the guy the hefty cab fee and then sped off.

The city was alive with prostitutes and drug dealers. There really was no bad or good part of town, it just depended on the time of day you came down here. Late nights and earlier mornings were the worst. Jonathan walked toward the front doors, expecting them to be locked. The tall skyscraper was dark in all the windows he could see. The lobby was pitch black as well, that he could see through the glass doors. But, to his surprise, the doors opened easily. He walked right inside and into the dark.

He couldn't really see anything. Their were elevators and stairs at the end of the room. I should check the basement first, he thought heading toward the stairs.

Jack and his partner Gregory were in the underground laboratory. They had scientists working around the clock to develop the perfect perfume that would keep women wanting more of their products. Happiness was a very addictive perfume once used. When the ladies got a taste of the feeling of freedom it brought them, they always used up the rest of that bottle and went shopping for more. Another perk is that it functioned almost like Valium, making women careless to the sexist world around them. They eventually just took after the idea that women were objects and should look and act the way men want them too. Unfortunately, the mind-altering smell faded away. But, losing that smell always made women crave to get it back. So once hooked, they were hooked for good.

But tonight was a big night. The final touches were being put on the new line of New Life perfume that was to be released tomorrow. Tammy was more than happy to be their personal guinea pig after getting a few sprays of Happiness in her face. She was sitting patiently while Gregory held up the new bottle of perfume for Mr. Jack Holden.

"Here it is! The first perfume in the Happiness series!" Gregory smiled at Jack and continued, "I present to you, Ignorance, guaranteed to bring a woman's intelligence down to a tolerable level."

Holden stuck his hand out to his partner, "You're a genius my boy! Let's see if Tammy would like to be the first to try it out." He walked over to blonde woman sitting in the chair, smiling. "How does that sound?"

She just shrugged her shoulders, "Whatever Jack, I just wish you'd hurry it up so I can go home. I'm getting tired of waiting."

Jack laughed, "Well, stand up then, so we can get this show on the road."

Tammy stood up and looked at the bottle, "I don't see why you need me to test it out. Just spray it on your hand and it'll smell the same."

Jack took the bottle from Gregory and held it up to Tammy's face, "Oh, but this is a special kind perfume. You see Happiness is just a preparation. You wouldn't have agreed to do this if you weren't wearing it, now would you?"

Tammy thought about it, "Yeah, I guess I wouldn't." She suddenly started to feel frightened, "Just what exactly is in this stuff anyh-" her words were cut off by several blasts of perfume flying into her face. Jack stood back and watched the transformation begin.

First, her eyes fluttered and she looked a bit dizzy. Her brain obviously felt weird because she kept rubbing her head. "Why, do I, like, feel so str-, er, uh, funny?" Jack tried not to laugh, "Funny? Whatever do you mean?"

She seemed frustrated trying to find the words to express herself, "You know, when you don't, like, feel like you're 'sposed to? I, like, feel like that. Is that bad?" Her voice was becoming noticeably high pitched.

He put his arm around her, "No, no, hon, that's good."

She seemed pleased by his reaction. She giggled, "Really?"

"Oh yeah, don't you feel good right now?" She stared off into space and thought about it. But, she caught sight of fly buzzing around her and she started eyeballing it, forgetting about the question. Jack saw her doing this and looked back at Gregory, who was laughing at the dumb girl. "Tammy?" he said, getting no reaction. "Tammy!" he snapped his fingers in front of her. Her head snapped back at him and giggled.

"Sorry, Jack, I got distra- uh, dis -, umm . . . nevermind. What was the, like, question?"

"I asked if you felt good right now?"

"Oh yeah, I, like, feel totally good," she smiled and twirled her hair around her finger.

"Ignorance is bliss, ain't it baby?" Jack started laughing and nodding his head at her. She giggled at how smart he was. "Tammy?" she looked back at him, "What do you do here?"

"Ummm, I'm, like, the secre . . .thingy."

"Secretary?"

"Uh-huh."

"So you do lots of math huh?"

She tried to remember, "I think I do. What, like, is that exactly?"

"Math?" he laughed again, "What's two plus two darlin'?"

Her smile faded away as she tried desperately to remember the easy question. She knew she been asked this a long time ago, and she had known it. She must have been about six when she learned it. She answered quickly, "Six!" Jack and Gregory applauded at the wrong answer and they all embraced. Tammy wasn't really sure what was going on, but she figured she mush have gotten it right to make them all so happy with her. She was in heaven.

"Tammy Honey, you don't have to work up at that messy old desk anymore." Her eyes lit up. "From now on, you're going to work and live down here."

She seemed kind of confused, "But what about my, like, life?"

He slowly explained to her, "This . . . is . . . your . . . life."

Suddenly, a loud bang made them all spin around as they caught sight of a teenage boy standing beside a tipped over barrel. "GET HIM!" Jack shouted. Gregory lunged at Jonathan and grabbed him by both arms. "Security breach!" he yelled at the scientists in the adjacent rooms. They all came pouring out and running over to Jonathan.

It was too much. Jonathan couldn't defend himself or escape. He was caught. They dragged him over to the chair the now ditzy Tammy was sitting in moments before and quickly found some electrical tape. They wound the tape around the chair and over his chest, tying him to the chair. They tied his arms down around his waist and his legs to the chair's legs. When he was secure, they all backed up.

Jack looked around and shouted, "Someone go fix that door!! I want it locked!! Now back to work!!" The scientists all scattered at the command and some filed back into the back room which was filled with test tubes and flasks and other laboratory equipment. He got down on his knees and looked Jonathan in the eye, "How much did you see?"

"Everything! And you're all going to fucking jail! You fucked with my mom and sister's head and now you're all fucked!" Jonathan started struggling against the tightly wrapped tape, but it was no good. He was stuck.

"Who is your mother?"

"Brenda Williams! She's your goddam secretary you piece of shit!"

Jack smiled at the boy, "Ah, Brenda. How's she coming along? I wasn't expecting to find out until she came in Monday."

Jonathan erupted with rage, "She's not some fucking toy! I'm gonna fucking kill you!!"

"Where's that tape?" Gregory handed the roll to him and he ripped off a small strip and planted it on the angry boy's mouth. "We can't have you ruining what we have here, so . . . looks like you're gonna be spending the weekend here, until we figure out what to do with you." Jonathan mumbled and struggled under the tape. His face was red with anger. "These scientists are the best in the world. Maybe we can just whip up something to make you forget everything you saw. Or maybe, we could use you as a guinea pig here with this brainiac over here," he said pointing to Tammy, who was sitting on the floor blowing bubbles with her mouth. Jonathan got a worried look on his face. "We expected some opposition from some men. So don't worry, we'll fix something for you. Until then, maybe you two should get to know each other."

Jack and Gregory picked the chair up, with Jonathan in it, and took him into a large storage closet. Gregory then took Tammy's hand and led the giggling girl into the room with him. He leaned over Jack and ripped then tape painfully off his mouth. "Now have fun, little man," Gregory said and then walked out, locking the door.

The closet was completely bare. The overhead light was illuminating the empty shelves and floor. Everything was white and clean. Tammy looked at Jonathan, "So, like, who are you?"

"I'm Jonathan, you're mom's friend Tammy aren't you?"

She looked at him and thought about it, "No, I, like, don't know no one named 'mom'"

Jonathan rolled his eyes, "Her names Brenda. She's my mom."

Tammy giggled and twirled her hair, "Oh yeah, Brenda, she's, like, my friend. She's still a secre-thing, but, like, I'm not anymore. I get to stay here." She held her arms out at the closet and smiled.

"You're happy about this?"

"Like, totally. Cuz I, like, got sprayed with the stuff."

He sighed at the heartlessness of these men. "Do you have any family? Kids, husband, anything?"

"Umm . . . No, I just, like, live by myself. But now I got you!" She giggled and ran up to Jonathan and hugged him.

"Uh . . . thanks. Um, do you think you can untie me?"

She scratched her head and tilted her head to the side, examining the chair. "I dunno?"

"It won't be hard, I'll talk you through it."

She smiled and jumped, "Cool!"

The next morning, Jane and Brenda woke up and sat downstairs in their garter belts and bras. First, they each sprayed themselves with the bottle of Happiness, then they went back to watching their trashy talk shows. Jenny Jones was discussing the increase in sexual clothing sales and how more and more women seemed to be dressing very casual. Brenda seemed to even notice that Jenny Jones herself was dressing a little more sluttish today. What a good role model, she thought smiling.

It didn't even occur to them that Jonathan was not awake yet. It was after all, noon. They each didn't see any need in getting up early on a Saturday.

Brenda started wondering why he was sleeping so long, when a commercial interrupted her thoughts. It showed a girl wearing a business suit and glasses acting very professional and using big words. It showed how men were talking about her behind her back about what a snob she was. Brenda felt sorry for the girl. But then, she was seen in her room spraying herself with a bottle of perfume and suddenly her attitude changed. She took her glasses off and tossed them on the floor and stomped on them. She then changed out of her smart looking business suit and put on some skimpy looking clothes only a teenager would be wearing. "I, like, feel totally better." Her voice sounded like she hadn't even gone through puberty yet. Next, she was back at her office, just standing around flirting. Then same men were then talking about how much better she is since she lost the "smart image". "And she smells so great too!" one of them exclaimed. The screen went black and the word, Ignorance, flashed up. A voice said, "Ignorance, what men look for in a woman."

Brenda looked at her daughter, "Do you think there's anything wrong with that commercial?"

Jane looked concerned, "Yeah, I don't know what, but I feel like there's something wrong about it."

"Maybe we just need some more of this," she said holding up the bottle of Happiness.

"Oooooo, count me in," they both smiled mischievously and proceeded to douse themselves in the perfume. "Mmmmmm-mmm! I feel so much better now!" Jane said.

"Me too! Do you wanna go back to the mall?"

"Great idea! Maybe we can get some of the Ignorance stuff?"

Brenda was confused, "I thought we thought there was something wrong with it?"

Jane just laughed and shook her head. She grabbed the bottle of Happiness and gave her mom a good spray in the face, "How bout now?"

Brenda smiled, "Yeah, maybe we should buy it."

"Thought so." They both walked upstairs and got dressed.

Jonathan woke up with his neck killing him. Since Tammy had become such a moron, she had failed to understand the process of untying him. She just kept giggling whenever he tried to explain anything. Her mind would wonder and she would occasionally start singing. Eventually, she just fell asleep in the corner. Jonathan was forced to sit upright and tied down while he slept.

Suddenly, the closet door swung open and Jack Holden was standing there with a bottle of Ignorance. "Hi there, I see you decided to stay in the chair."

Jack gave him an angry look, "Actually, you fucked this girl's mind up so much she couldn't even understand how to untie me."

Jack walked over to the sleeping beauty and gently slapped her face. "Wake up sunshine!"

She rustled and lazily opened her eyes. She looked confused again, "Wha-? Where am I?" Immediately, Jack sprayed her with the perfume and her concerned look turned to one of happiness and stupidity. "Hee hee, like, nevermind."

Jack backed up to the doorway and looked at them both, "I just didn't want you guys to miss the big day."

"What do you mean?" Jonathan asked.

"Ignorance was released in stores today. The city won't know what hit it. In fact, the city won't know much of anything after today. Well, the women won't at least. But I doubt the men will be too unhappy when we release this first thing tomorrow." He stepped further into the room to allow Gregory to enter. He was holding another bottle.

"Introducing . . . Promiscuous!" Jack said excitedly. Gregory held the bottle like a trophy. Jack started to explain, "It will turn a nun into a trashy street-walking whore. And the men won't be able to resist its smell either. It should make them happy with any changes it makes in their wives, friends . . . mothers or sisters!" he looked at Jonathan and winked after saying this. "Tammy?" She looked at him and smiled a stupid looking grin. "Time to do you're job."

"Like, fer sure Mr. Jack." She stood up beside him. He held the bottle up to her face. Jonathan could only look on with hopelessness. He knew there was nothing he could do. This nice lady already had her brains taken from her, now she was about to have her dignity taken too. She stared into space, twirling her hair as she was sprayed with Promiscuous. Her eyes fluttered again and she stumbled backward. When she gathered her senses, she looked at all the men, stuck her tits out and said, "So, like, who wants to have a go at me first?" Jack howled with glee and Gregory joined him. They each did a little victory dance. Tammy giggled while Jonathan looked on with disgust. "Hee hee, you're funny. But, I'm, like, really fucking horny now. Do you guys mind, like, umm, banging me now?"

Jack looked down at Jonathan. "Have fun with her, man. We'll check on you later." He gave her a couple more sprays and walked out of the room.

Tammy looked at Jonathan with lust in her eyes. He started to look worried. "Umm, wait, before you do anything crazy . . . You need to wake up!! This isn't you!! They did this do you!!" But she wasn't listening. She got down on her knees in front of him and started to unbutton his pants. He struggled against the tape, "Wait, don't do that! You need to get yourself together!! You-" His protests ended with her slapping his dick in mouth and going to town. She jammed her hand down her pants while she sucked him off. "You . . . need . . ugh. . .to . . . stop. . . oh wow . . ." She quickly pulled her shirt off, revealing her black bra, then reaching her hands around and taking it off too. Her tits fell out and she rubbed them up and down while staring at Jonathan.

"You like, what you, like, see?" She giggled and stood up and took her pants off. Her thong soon followed. Jonathan now had a naked bimbo slut locked in a closet with him. This may be the worst day for the rest of the world, but this was going to be the best day of his life. He suddenly forgot all about the woman's innocence and started to look at her as his own private fuck toy. "I, like, suck cock really well. You wanna see?" She happily got back on her knees and started to suck him some more. Jonathan was starting to like this.

"Why don't you sit on my lap?"

She stopped and grinned as his dick fell out of her mouth. "Hee hee, like, fer sure!"

Chapter 4

Detective Jennifer Black sat at her desk watching a commercial for Promiscuous. It was disgusting her. Since New Life had begun producing these new perfumes, the FBI had begun an investigation. Jennifer had been in the FBI for only a few years and she had gotten assigned to the New Life case. In fact, she was going to the New Life building today.

Her plane was leaving in a few hours. She had brought her suitcase to work with her so she could just go to the airport from the office. She had packed light since she didn't even wear much make-up or perfume. Frankly, she was a little scared of cosmetics since this new problem had arrived. Reports had been coming in of strange behavior since the perfumes had been released. No connection was made at first, then the reports were mostly confined to malls and shopping centers that sold the perfume, mostly the employees that were around it all day. Jennifer had been sure to stay away from those places without the proper protection.

A knock at the door startled her. Lieutenant Rob Barns came walking in. He was a man of about sixty and had been with the bureau for many years. "How are ya, Jennifer."

She smiled back at him, "A little nervous, sir."

He smiled, "That's understandable. This is your first big case isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess it is."

"Well, you have nothing to worry about. Come with me please." He walked out of the office and she followed behind him, clicking off the TV. He led her to a back room with another man and they began briefing her on the layout of the building and a little background on Jack Holden.

The other man held up a small bottle of perfume. "We've created an antidote to the effects of the New Life perfumes. If you come in contact with any of their products," he handed the bottle to her, "just one little spray with bring you right back to your normal state."

Jennifer examined the bottle, "That's a little comforting." The whole point of the mission was to obtain some sort of evidence of foul play and get a warrant for Jack Holden's arrest. After that, New Life would probably be shut down.

She thanked the men and left the room. She went down the elevator to the lobby and left the building. Climbing into her car, she left the lot and headed toward the airport. A few hours later she had boarded the plane and was waiting anxiously in her seat.

After taxiing around for about fifteen minutes, the plane took off. A few kids were on the plane, crying at the loud engines and grabbing their mother's legs. The captain came on the intercom and informed the passenger's that the trip would be about four hours and went on about the altitude and weather and so on, nothing very interesting to Detective Black. She unwrapped the headphones from their plastic wrapping and plugged them into the phone jack. She found a classical station and reached for her briefcase on the floor. She dug out the files on New Life and Jack Holden and reviewed them. Mr. Holden had taken over the company ten years ago after his father died, leaving ownership to his son. Apparently the company had begun to lose money, and the perfume was believed to be a last attempt to regain its status.

She continued reading the files and failed to notice the woman sitting in front of her. The woman was refreshing her make-up. She was sitting alone and was about to try out the new fragrance she found at the airport called Maturity. She sprayed a few blasts onto her neck and chest. A smile crossed over her face as she began to get very tingly. She slumped down in her seat and began to apply more make-up to her face. After all, more make-up makes you look older, thought the 37 year-old woman, now losing her adult personality.

She noticed a boy of about 17 sitting across the aisle. They made eye contact and she quickly looked away, blushing. She couldn't help but think how cute he was. She began to feel very self-conscious and worried that she wasn't pretty enough. She looked in her compact again, checking her make-up and hair. I can't put anymore up on, I'll look totally silly! she thought. She then decided she should put some more perfume on. It had made her feel pretty good when she put in on before.

Spraying herself again, she didn't aim very good and some of the perfume drifted behind her, tickling Jennifer's nose. Her thoughts were pulled away from her documents as her head snapped up, sniffing the air. What's that? she thought. She started to get worried but then started to calm down as a tingling feeling spread over her. She shrugged it off and brought her attention back to her papers. She yawned, starting to get bored with them. She was starting to get impatient with the plane ride altogether. When's this stupid thing gonna land? she wondered. The classical music was also getting boring to her. She surfed the radio until she found a station playing a new Backstreet Boys single. "Cool!" she said to herself, a little loud since she couldn't hear herself. She tossed her documents to the ground and started looking around for the stewardesses, a Coke was sounding really good to her right about now.

Suddenly, a woman sitting in front of her peaked over the seat and giggled at Jennifer then ducked back down. "What are you looking at?" she said to the lady. The woman popped up again and looked at Jennifer.

"What's your name?" she asked Jennifer.

"Jenni. What's yours?"

"I'm not 'sposed to talk to stwangers," the strange woman answered.

"Then why did you ask me what my name was?"

The strange woman looked confused about the question and answered, "I gotta go now." She sat down and Jennifer just laughed at her. What a strange lady.

Jennifer looked out the window, growing even more anxious. Then, she noticed the same 17 year-old looking at her. She blushed and straightened her hair, thinking how hot he looked. She couldn't believe this guy was checking her out. Guys normally didn't pay attention to her. She reached for her perfume, thinking she should smell her best before she went over there to talk to him. She gave herself a quick spray and started to get up. Suddenly, her eyes grew wide as her adult mind came hurtling back to her. She fell back into her seat and looked around the plane. The woman in front of her had started coloring pictures on a napkin of a house with flowers around it with her lipstick. Jennifer pulled the headphones out of her ears.

"Hey? Mam?" the woman didn't pay attention to her. "Little girl?" the woman snapped up from her picture and smiled at Jennifer. Jennifer reached over the seat and gave the regressed woman a squirt of the antidote perfume. Her smile faded away as she got a confused look on her face. She looked down at her lap to find the napkin with the lipstick drawn picture on it.

"What happened?"

"Have you applied any perfume in past few minutes, mam?"

The woman reached into her purse and produced the bottle of Maturity for Jennifer. "Just this. Why?"

"Could I have it please?"

"Why?"

"It's confidential, mam," she answered, showing her ID with FBI printed on it. The woman got a worried look on her face and gave Jennifer the perfume bottle.

"Am I in trouble or something? It's not stolen. I paid for it."

"I know. Just don't buy any more products from New Life. Tell anyone you know the same." The woman looked confused but nodded anyway.

"Umm...Ok."

Jennifer smiled and sat back down. The 17 year-old was still staring at her. She couldn't believe she was getting giddy about him only moments before. The music of Britney Spears was pouring out of her headphones, which was hanging around her neck now. She unplugged the headphones with a shudder and tried not to think about how much of a fool she probably made of herself.

She hadn't been informed of this scent before. It must have been released this morning. The rest of the plane ride was nerve racking as she waiting to get on the ground so she could call Lieutenant Barns and inform him of the recent threat. Finally landing, she exited the plane, picked up her luggage and rented a car. After getting in the car, she phoned Lieutenant Barns. She told him of her experience with the new perfume. He didn't seem surprised.

"Yes, we've had a few complaints since you left, Jennifer. Maturity was released this morning along with Vanity and Devotion."

"What do those products do?"

"I can only imagine. But that makes six scents in all so far: Happiness, Promiscuous, Ignorance and now Maturity, Vanity and Devotion. You need to stop this from continuing Jennifer. We need evidence of foul play. You may have to break into the building. Try looking for any kind of laboratory and search Holden's office for any papers or records."

"Yes sir."

"Jennifer?"

"Yes sir?"

"I'm counting on you." Barns hung up the phone, leaving Jennifer sweating. She was getting scared. Why am I doing this all on my own? she thought. For the first time in years, she wished she wasn't in such a high position. She had wanted this responsibility for years and now that she had it, she didn't feel to confident. But she knew she had a job to do and she was going to do it.

Detective Black left the airport parking lot and headed downtown. The sun was setting and the streets were starting to get dark. The streetlights were flickering on and soon it was night. She went to her hotel and checked in, unpacked and got ready for the night ahead. Getting her equipment ready, she left the hotel and headed toward New Life Cosmetics. She located the building and parked her car in an alley behind it.

Exiting her car, a cold wind blew across her face. She was suddenly afraid for her life. She didn't have any boyfriend or husband. No kids. Her mother had died last year after her father, who died three years ago. She realized that she could die tonight, and no one would even care.

She started to have second thoughts about this, when she noticed a security camera above a large door. A dumpster was to her right and concrete steps led up to the door, this was probably where janitors entered and exited the building. She held her ID up towards the camera so anyone watching would know who she was. "No turning back now."

She walking up the steps and tried the door. Locked. Luckily, the FBI has equipment for this kind of job. She pulled a small gun out of her pocket and held it up to the keyhole. She held the trigger down for a few minutes and smoke began to seep out of the hole. Soon after, she yanked on the door and handle and the door came flying open. "Okay, let's do this." She put the small gun away and reached for her pistol. She held it out in front of her as she entered the building. It was dark since all the lights had been turned out. This place didn't seem to be a very busy place. It was only ten o'clock and the place was cleared out. Strange, she thought.

She snaked her way through the hallways and came into the lobby. Her footsteps echoed through the room. She felt so alone here. She started to calm down a bit, since it would be easier to investigate with no one here. Then, a stairway leading down caught her eye.

Jack and Gregory watched the monitors with excitement.

"Who is she?" Gregory wondered.

"The ID looked like FBI, I was expecting this. That's why I set up that other room."

"What other room?"

"The one she's about to stumble into," Jack answered with a smile.

Jennifer reached the bottom of the stairway and peered down a long hallway. She held her gun up and tiptoed down the hall. The stillness of the place was starting to make her feel uneasy.

Suddenly, the floor disappeared from her feet and she plummeted through a trapdoor and slide down a long vent. Her gun fell out of her hand and began screaming. This is it, she thought, this is how I'm gonna die. But she was proven wrong when the vent leveled out and she came sliding out of it onto a padded floor. Looking behind her, she saw the opening she came through and watched it suddenly close shut.

She was in a brightly lit room with white padded wall and floor, like something a mental patient would be in. Except, there was a wall-to-wall mirror against the wall she was facing. There were small vents lining the ceiling and a door to her left. She stared at the mirror, knowing full well that it wasn't just a mirror. "So? Who are you guys and what are you going to do to me?"

An intercom came to life and answered her, "My name is Jack Holden, you've probably heard of me . . ." She smirked at the mirror. "And what makes you think we're going to do anything to you?"

"Because I'm an FBI agent and a huge threat to your success." There was silence for a moment then, "Well, I guess you're right. We may just have to do something about you, won't we?" Laughter followed.

Jennifer heard a hissing sound all around her. She began to panic. "What's that noise?" She began to smell something strange.

"Oh, just something to freshen you up. It's called Ignorance." More laughter followed. Jennifer began to get scared. She ran to the door and tried to open it. There was no handle on it, just a flat surface. She stood back and scratched her head, "Like, why isn't there a handle on the door?" She flinched at her words. Her voice! It sounded like a young girl's. This scared her and made her giggle at the same time. She knew her fate. "Alright, Jack. You, like, got me. Now how do I get out of here?"

"Oh, I think you should stay in there for a little while."

"Oh, like, OK!" She happily sat down on the soft floor and took her jacket off. Shouldn't I be doing something now? She could've swore she had a solution to any kind of emergency. Don't I have some kind of perfume? she wondered. But she then remembered the perfume was coming out of the vents in the ceiling and she felt better. She tried to think about what she should do, but her mind couldn't stay focused on much of anything for too long. The hissing sound continued. The room was beginning to get foggy.

"How are you doing, Detective Black?"

"Detective? Like, what's that?" She twirled her hair around her finger and looking around the room. The sweet smell of perfume was engulfing her.

"That's what you are, isn't it?"

"Ummm, no, I don't think so. I've, like, never heard of that." The hissing grew louder as more perfume was filtered into the room. The increased smell was affecting her brain more and more. She tried to remember what she was doing her and why she was in this room, but she just couldn't think straight. She found it funny though. She flopped to the ground in a giggling fit and rolled around. She felt so happy and free.

She started to calm down as a line of saliva ran from the side of her mouth. She stared straight up at the ceiling at the lights. Lights . . . bright . . . bright lights, she thought to herself. This was about all her brain was capable of now. Complex thoughts were too much for her.

Then the bottle of antidote perfume fell out of her pocket. "What's that, Jennifer?" Jack asked her. Jennifer just lifted her head and a dumb grin crossed her face. She looked around as if she was looking for the person that was talking to her. The hissing stopped finally and the foggy room cleared up and the vents vacuumed the excess perfume out. The door opened and Jack and Gregory entered. They stood over the FBI agent that was lying on the floor, giggling in a puddle of her own drool. "Hi Jennifer," Jack said.

Jennifer looked at them and laughed, "Ooooo . . . big men . . . mmmmm."

Gregory picked up the bottle and examined it. "It looks like perfume, I'll go analyze it."

"Ok, help me get her up first." The two men lifted Jennifer up and helped her walk out of the room and into another containment room. They threw her onto a bed. "Nighty-night, Jennifer. We'll have some more fun with you tomorrow, ok?"

"Hee hee, nighty-night night night . . .hee hee," she waved to Jack, giggling as they both walked out and slammed the door behind them.

Chapter 5

Brenda and Jane had been having a little too much fun these past few days. Their former lives were a distant memory to them now. Their addiction to New Life's perfume had increased to a larger degree. They now had every scent and desperately awaited for a new one to be released. They were now returning from yet another trip to the mall, where they had purchased the new scent Vanity.

"I can't wait to try this out!" Brenda exclaimed excitedly.

"Like, I know. Can I go first?" Brenda nodded at her daughter and walked into the living room with their bags. They both sat on the couch as Brenda reached in a bag and pulled the bottle out from under a pile of leather mini-skirts and tube tops. Jane could barely sit still as her mother held the bottle up to her face and sprayed her.

Brenda looked on with excitement as she waited for the results from her daughter, "So, how do you feel?"

Jane thought about this and couldn't come up with a straight answer, "I dunno," she twirled her hair, thinking, "I feel kinda the same."

Brenda looked kind of let down by this. She looked at the bottle as if it were broken. "Maybe we did it wrong." She sprayed her daughter again and waited for an answer again.

Jane still felt the same, but there was something, she just couldn't think of it. "I still feel, like, normal." She shrugged her shoulders and started looking through the bags. She pulled out a pair on leather knee-high boots and started trying them on. I'm gonna look hot in these. Maybe I should get a tit job to go with them. She stopped suddenly and looked at her mom. "Should we get our boobs worked on?"

Brenda looked at her daughter with disappointment, "Honey, that's only for insecure sluts."

Jane got a spaced out look on her face. What's insecure mean? She had sprayed herself with Ignorance a few hours ago and the effects still hadn't worn off. Her mother had gone a while without it. "I just, like, wonder what I'd look like with bigger tits. I bet I'd, like, look lots better. "

"I don't think so hon," her mother patted her on the head, "Maybe when you're older." She picked the bottle of Vanity up again. Maybe I should try this on myself, she thought. She sprayed herself as her daughter looked on.

"Like, how much older?"

Brenda looked confused again, "How much older til what?"

"How much older til, like, I can get a tit job?"

Brenda's face lit up, "Oooo, that's a great idea!"

Jane was getting very confused now, "But, like, I thought you said - "

"No! Honey, I'm so proud of you, always taking care of yourself. I'll make us both an appointment for tomorrow!"

"You're, like, getting one too?" Jane said, growing happier.

"Of course, your old mom's gotta have bigger tits too!"

They each stood up and hugged. Brenda skipped off to the kitchen to call the doctor's office. Jane started pulling off her clothes so she could put on her new clothes. She was having difficulty getting her pants off when she lost her balance and went tumbling down on ground. She hadn't realized that she still had her new boots on and her pants couldn't fit over them.

When she fell, she fell on one of the bags, causing a bottle of Promiscuous to break and fill the room with it's sweet smell. Jane didn't realize what she had done. She stood back up, giggling at her clumsiness. Suddenly, she started getting really wet. She fell back on the couch and pulled her shirt off, letting her braless tits out. With her pants around her ankles, she shoved her hand down the front of her thong panties and started going to work on herself. She rubbed her clit, giggling at how good it felt. "Shit, I'm, like, really horny!" she said to herself. She squeezed her tit with her free hand and stretched out on the couch with her legs spread.

Brenda came walking in with a proud smile on her face. "We each have an appointment for tomorrow! I'm so excited . . . honey, what are you doing?" She couldn't believe her daughter was just lying on the couch fingering herself.

"I, like, don't know. I got really, really horny and, like, had to play with myself."

Brenda started to tell her to stop, but a strange smell pulled her attention away. She began to feel just like Jane did moments ago. Her arms fell to her side as if she was in a trance. Brenda stared at her daughters gyrating hips like she was hypnotized. Her breathing sped up and she began to sweat. "Mmmm, it's hot in here," she said with a smile as she began pulling her clothes off. She scooted Jane's legs apart further as she sat at the foot of the couch. "How are you feeling, honey?"

Jane was out of breath, "Ooooo, like, really good." Brenda lowered her head to her daughter's pussy and pushed her hand away. "Like, what are you doing mo - " Her words were cut short when she felt her mother's tongue slowly run across her clit.

"What do you mean, darling?" Brenda asked with a smile and went back down on her daughter.

"You're, like, not supposed to do that. You're, like, my mother or something."

Brenda laughed, "Honey, mother's are always allowed to lick their daughter's pussy."

"Really?" Jane raised her head and looked down at her mother with a smile.

"Yeah." Brenda knew her daughter wouldn't be smart enough to know she was lying, but Brenda really needed sex. Her daughter was her only way. "Can I, like, lick yours?"

Brenda stood up and took her daughters hand, "Of course honey." They both giggled at she led her daughter upstairs where they 69'd and fingered each other for the rest of the night.

"Is there anything else, sir?" Jennifer asked with a smile.

"No, that's all baby," Jack answered.

"Ok, I'll be right back." Her naked ass wiggled away toward the coffee machine. Jennifer had been fucked with so much this morning that she almost didn't remember her name. Right now, she was wearing the Devotion scent. Jack could ask her to do anything and she would do it without hesitating. Jack watched her fill his cup with coffee and proceed to mix the specified amount of cream and sugar. She brought it back, handed it to him, and got back on her knees to take his cock back in her mouth.

Jack loves when I suck his cock while he drinks his coffee, she thought, as if she had been doing it for years. Her naked body rubbed itself again his legs while he sat in his chair and read the newspaper. I have to make Jack as happy as possible, she thought, taking his dick all the way down her throat. She moaned and rubbed her large tits, not even having the slightest idea that she should be disgusted. "Are you enjoying your morning blowjob, sir?"

Jack looked down at her, "Yes, yes. Just keep doing it and shut up."

She smiled at his firmness with her and did as she was told. She was in heaven, pleasing her owner and getting the satisfaction of having his cock in her throat. "Mmmmmm, I can taste you cum, sir. It's really, really good," she said, lustfully. She knew he liked hearing how much she loved it.

"That's nice, Jen," he answered, not taking his eyes off the paper. There was a knock at the door. "Who is it?"

"It's Gregory," came the answer from the other side.

"Alright, hold on." He stood up to zip his pants up and motioned for Jennifer to get the door. She obediently walked over to the door and greeted Gregory.

"Good morning, Gregory. Can I get anything for you?

Gregory looked at her and then looked at his partner, "Devotion?" Jack nodded. "No thanks, Jennifer." She nodded and moved aside to let the men talk.

"Jack, the FBI is going to come here soon. She hasn't reported back to them since yesterday. They're going to find out about everything."

Jack looked annoyed. He looked at Jennifer, "You're causing a lot of trouble, you know that?"

She flinched at his words and looked upset. Nothing could make her feel worse than knowing her owner was angry with her. "I'm sorry, sir." She didn't really realize what she did. As far as she knew, her career was pleasing men, especially her owner, Jack. The FBI had no meaning to her.

Jack looked at Gregory, "Let's just make her call them, she'll do anything we say."

"She won't even know who she's talking to. They'll know something's been done to her."

"Then, let's use that antidote we found on her. Then make her call them."

"She'd remember everything that's been done to her. We'd might as well turn ourselves in," Gregory stared at his partner, "You said that we could get away with this," Gregory said, growing angry at Jack's carelessness.

"We will. They're not bringing us in. If we go down, everyone's coming with us."

"How do you plan to do that? You haven't come up with any ideas on your own through this whole thing!"

"This was all my idea! I just didn't know how to do it! You were always the smart one! No one made you come on board with me."

Gregory walked toward the door in disgust. How did I get mixed up with this guy? He left for the laboratory and sat in his chair behind a table with test tubes and flasks spread over it. He was worried. He had to figure out something.

The room was silent with Gregory gone. Jack sat back in his chair, trying to figure out what to do. Jennifer stepped forward, "Sir, can I get you anything?"

"No. Just go in your room."

"Yes sir," Jennifer walked out of the room and headed for her "room", which was really a containment room so she couldn't escape, but she didn't think of it as that. She laid on her bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking of something she could do to make her owner happy again. She hated seeing him sad. Then Gregory appeared at her door.

"Jennifer?"

"Yes sir?"

"Come with me."

She smiled and followed him down the hall. He led her to another containment room and opened the door. She was surprised to see a naked grown woman straddling a teenage boy tied to a chair. They both stopped and looked at Gregory. He untied the teenage boy tied to the chair and grabbed both of their hands, "Follow me."

Brenda and Jane woke up, naked in each other's arms. The smell of sex and Promiscuous still hung heavy in the air. Brenda's eyes shot wide open as she happily realized that today she and her daughter were getting implants. "Wake up honey! Today's the day!"

Jane stirred, "What day?"

"The day we get our tits done," she said, squeezing her daughter's tits.

Jane looked up at her mom with confusion, "What are you talking about? We're not getting our tits . . . er, breasts done. Do you think we're some kind of trashy whores?"

Brenda smiled and got up. She walked over to her dresser and picked up a bottle of Vanity and sprayed all over the room. She looked back at Jane, "How do you feel now?"

"Fine! I'm just excited about our . . ." she grabbed her tits, " . . . you know?"

"I know! Me too," Brenda agreed, trying not to laugh at her daughter. She carefully chose what scent she wanted to try today. Ignorance seemed like a good choice. It would feel good to her tits done with an empty head. She sprayed the room and sniffed the air, being sure to give Jane a good spray in the face. She giggled more and more as the smell filled the room. "Like, I feel so much better." Brenda bounced to the bathroom as her intelligence happily faded away. She always felt better when she was a bimbo. Aren't I always a bimbo? she thought. Thinking always gave her a headache, so she stopped. "Jane?" Jane looked at her mom with a dopey smile, hair being twirled.

"We need to, like, hurry or we'll be late for our tits."

Jane didn't really know what her mom meant, but she happily did it anyway. She headed down the hall to her room and put on her classiest outfit. After all, she needed to look her best for the doctor. Maybe he'd give her some really great tits if she looked pretty enough. She put on a mid-riff baring tank top and some tight leather pants. Looking down at her pants, she couldn't find the button. She scratched her and looked in the mirror. Something was wrong. She wobbled back down the hall to her mother's room to find her naked, sorting through her clothes. "Mommy, something's, like, wrong with my pants."

Brenda looked at them for awhile. She noticed something too, but just couldn't put her finger on it. Her head tilted to the side, mouth hanging open as she stared at her daughter's leather pants. Suddenly, she had it! "Oh! They're, like - " then, she lost it.

Jane got excited for a minute and her smile faded as her mom looked confused again. "You don't know anymore?"

Brenda looked back up at her daughter, "I, like, figured it out, but I forgot." They each found this funny and giggled like crazy. Suddenly, Brenda had it again! "Oh yeah, I, like, remember now. They're backwards!"

Jane didn't get what Brenda was getting at. Backwards? She looked at her pants, "So, how do I, like, fix them?"

"You have to, like take them back off and turn them around."

Jane looked happy again and pushed her pants down and picked them up by the legs. She put her legs in them until her feet came out of the pant's waist. Something else was wrong. She began to get frustrated. "Mooooom . . ."

Brenda giggled at her daughter, "Now they're upside down. Here let me, like, show you." She took her daughter's pants from her and carefully looked at them, double-checking to make sure they were right and helped Jane put them on. Finally, they fit perfectly. Well, a little too tight, but perfect for Jane.

"Pant's are, like, hard," Jane said, sitting on the bed. Brenda put her outfit on, having only a little trouble. Finally, they were ready. They walked downstairs and decided to call a cab, since driving seemed like a tough task to take on right now. After carefully searching through the phone book and doing some trial-and- error with the phone, they finally got a cab on its way to get them.

They watched Jerry Springer for a while until the cab came. The cab honked its horn and both girls looked around the room, wondering what was making that sound. Jane realized that it was the cab. They got up, left the house, and got in the cab.

"Where to ladies?"

Brenda spoke up first, "Ummmm, like, the tit-maker-bigger place." She smiled at her answer. The cab driver turned around and stared at her.

"Huh?"

Jane spoke up next, "You know, like, the . . . place." She figured she should just show him. Jane lifted her skimpy, glittery tank-top up and showed him her tits. "See? They're, like, too small."

Brenda nodded, "Mine too."

"We need them to be, like, bigger. Take us to that place that does that."

The driver smiled at the two dumb ladies in his back seat, "Sure thing sweetheart."

The drive downtown was filled with bimbo talk. Both girls talked about shopping, clothes, and, of course, the wonderful perfume of New Life. When they arrived, the driver asked for his money. Brenda and Jane looked worried, "Umm, we don't, like, have any money." Brenda said, spraying herself with Promiscuous. A smile crossed her face, "How bout a good fuck instead?"

Jane looked horrified at her mom, "Mother! Like, that's . . . umm . . bad." She was sprayed with Promiscuous by Brenda and then joined her in her seduction, "Well, maybe not too bad."

The driver smiled to himself and drove into an alley beside the doctor's office. Both girls got out and opened both doors on the left side of the car and got between them. They both got on their knees and pawed at the driver's crotch as he unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. Both girls cooed at the size of it and eagerly began licking all over it. He stood up as both ladies bent over the side of the car and pulled their skirts up and their panties down. He shoved his cock in Brenda as she giggled, "Hee hee, that, like, feels soooo good, Mr. Driver Man."

Jane began pouting. "I, like, want some cock toooo," she whined, wiggling her ass at him. He pulled out of Brenda and plunged into Jane's ass. She gasped and smiled with ecstasy, "Like, ohmigawd!"

"What darling?"

"He's, like, fucking my ass!"

"Oooo, sounds fun." She got back on her knees and began licking the driver's balls as she watched his dick pound her daughter's asshole. He suddenly yanked it out and began jerking off as cum started shooting out of his cock. Brenda excitedly opened her mouth and began swallowing his cum, "Mmmmm, it's, like, so tasty!"

Jane quickly turned around, "Like, no fair! I want some cum!" She got on her knees and started licking the cum off her mother's face. Brenda closed her eyes and smiled as her daughter hungrily lapped all the cum off her face. When she was done, she embraced in a sexy kiss. The driver looked on with disbelief. The guys at the bar wouldn't believe this one!

"Like, thank you Mr. Driver Man!" Brenda and Jane said in unison. She stood up and pulled their thongs up. They walked out of the alley, smelling of sex and went into the doctor's office.

The waiting room was full of other bimbos and sluts. The woman behind the window started her day off as a normal woman, but the smell of Ignorance in the waiting room had had an effect on her. "Like, how can I help you!" she said happily.

"We, like, need bigger tits," Brenda explained.

"There sure is a lot of you today!" the woman told her.

"Well, bigger tits is what men look for in women!"

The woman looked surprised by this, "Really?" Brenda and Jane nodded, "Well, I guess I'll, like, get some bigger tits too. Come with me!" They followed her to back room and began the procedure.

They emerged hours later, a little groggy, but sporting two huge sets of breasts. They proudly stuck them out and waved goodbye to the other bimbos in the waiting room. The two doctors that had worked on them watched their work exit the building. Instead of paying, Brenda and Jane had let the two doctor's watch them eat each other out while displaying their new tits.

"Don't the girls normally need recuperation time after surgery?" one doctor asked.

"Yeah I think so, but let's not worry about it."

The doctor agreed with this, "But what about the quickness of the procedure, wasn't that a little unbelievable."

"Yeah, but I wouldn't worry about that either." Both doctors seemed satisfied with this and went back to work.

Brenda and Jane walked outside, their tops straining against their cantaloupe-sized tits. They realized that they didn't have a ride home.

"Like, how do we get home?" Jane asked.

"I dunno. Oooooo!" Brenda was suddenly excited about something.

"What?"

"Lookie!"

Jane followed her mother's finger and found a body piercing shop across the street. They each got a devilish grin on their face.

That night, Jack had just about given up hope. He went looking for Gregory. The lobby was empty, but Gregory, Tammy, Jonathan, and Jennifer were nowhere to be found.

"Gregory!" he yelled. His yell was instead answered by a flash of light that filled the room. The light was pouring in from a spotlight outside the front doors.

"FBI! FREEZE!" a male voice shouted as a team of men came rushing into the lobby and tackled Jack.

Jack kicked and yelled, "No! I haven't done anything! You can't prove anyth - " he stopped when he looked up to see Jonathan and Tammy being led out of the building.

Tammy looked at him, "You fucking asshole! I hope you die in jail!"

Jack couldn't believe it. Gregory must have given them the antidote and turned him in. "That son of a bitch!"

A man behind him began saying, "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say . . . " Jack wasn't paying attention. He felt cuffs being tightened around his wrists and was pulled up to his feet.

"Where's Gregory!"

"Who?"

"My partner. He was behind the whole thing! He has Jennifer black!"

The agent looked at his team and then back at Jack, "Who?"

Jack was floored. The bastard. Gregory had gotten to the FBI first. He must have sprayed them with something. The smart bastard. "No! This isn't right!" he protested as he was being led out the doors and toward an FBI car. "I can't go to jail! NO! NOOOOOO!!"

Weeks later, everything was back to normal in the world. All New Life products were taken off the shelf and destroyed. The news about Jack Holden and his attempt to brainwash the world was brought to the public's attention. New Life was shut down and order was restored. The antidote made by the FBI was distributed to hospitals and pharmacies and everyone returned to normal. Jonathan sat in the living room with his mother and sisters, who were still awaiting their appointment's to get their breast implants removed. Jane secretly still wanted to keep hers, but knew her mother would never let her. The news was on and was telling of the aftermath of the New Life crisis.

"I can't believe all this," Brenda said, "We didn't act too strange did we?"

Jonathan shrugged his shoulders, "I didn't get to see very much."

Jane spoke up, "That's right. My brave brother risked his life to help us." They all embraced in a warm hug. "I just can't believe how we looked when they found us." Their pictures flashed up on the screen, taken after they were found in a tattoo parlor. Their breasts were ridiculously big and they were covered in piercings including their nose, eyebrows, lips, and nipples. Jane was about to get a tattoo that said "BIMBO SLUT" across her new tits when they were found. All the piercings were removed and they were given the antidote.

Brenda sighed and laid back, "I'm just glad it's over."

"Me too," Jane said.

Jonathan turned the channel, "I'm tired of hearing about this stuff." He turned it to Jenny Jones.

"Today, we're talking to women that say, "We're sluts for our man and we love it!" Here with us today is Jennifer Black. Jennifer, how are you?" The woman sitting on stage looked about how Brenda and Jane looked days ago. Her hair was bleached blond, she was covered in piercings and make-up, and her tits had to be the size of soccer balls!

"I'm, like, fine Jenny! Hee hee! Hey, we, like, have the same name!" The woman giggled and flipped her hair around, showing what an airhead she was.

"I hear you strip for a living. Is that true?" Jenny asked her.

"Well, like, kinda. I only strip to bring home money for my man, Greg!" A man in the crowd stood up to a mixture of cheers and boos.

"What a slut!" Brenda stated, "Jonathan turn this off."

Jonathan looked at the TV carefully, "She looks familiar though. I feel like I've seen her before."

Brenda grabbed the controls from him, "All those sluts look the same, as if that's what men look for in women." She turned off the TV and headed into the kitchen to start cooking dinner for her and her children.

And everyone lived happily ever after!!!

THE END