No problem it was ChatGPT

Thanks so much! Was inspired by everyone’s use of cartoons recently that I had to give it a try!

11. Within minutes of her post she was getting comments, likes & DM’s by the dozens.

“Fuck girl, where you at?”
“Glory to her majesty!”
“Yesss Queen!”

Michelle couldn’t wait to start her new life but before she left the store she slid the book back into its place, ready to make its new bitch.

10. Taking out her phone she snapped selfie after selfie, admiring every angle of herself, posting the best ones to her new Instagram.

“Be thankful losers, a new era is beginning. The reign of Queen Michelle has just started & she’s the girl you wish you could be but never will.”

9. As the changes stopped the pink from her eyes flowed out & back into the book, giving Shelly back control. A devious smirk the first evidence of this as she checked herself out.

“Mmm why did I resist this? Bad bitches don’t resist, bad bitches belong on top. Preferably of some hot guy.”

8. “Oh fuck yesss, pink is such a bitchy colour. Shit I’m losing it. Oh fuck who cares! Make me hawt, make me wicked, make me THE bitch others are scared of!” Shelly said, her last bits of resistance crumbling.

Her hair flowed longer, her tits ballooned up & her lips took on a plump perfect shape.

7. *giggle* “mmm that’s totally evil! Ugh why is that making me so horny?!” Shelly said, her voice slipping into a purr of her own.

“Because it’s so hawt being a sexy little brat. But you need to dress the part.” The voice said as Shelly’s sensible clothings melted into a tight pink dress.

6. “There we go. Isn’t blonde so much better dear?” The voice purred.

“Mmm yesss so much better. Ugh no! Stop! What are you doing to me?!” Shelly said trying to fight a losing battle.

“I’m pumping your body full of delicious endorphins so you associate my changes with pleasure. Like duh!”

5. “W-who are you.” Shelly managed to say.

“Think of me as a teacher darling. Only I work faster. You’ll be queen bitch in a matter of minutes. No need to thank me.” The voice replied.

“But I don’t want to be a bitch…” Shelly moaned.

“Of course you do sweetie. Now let’s start with the hair…”

4. Without warning the pink spirit dove into her chest, phasing right into her body. It hurt for a moment before giving way to a dull pleasure, turning her docile. Her eyes glowed an otherworldly pink as a voice began to speak in her head.

“No, no this won’t do. Boring hair, bland clothes.”

3. “Not exactly something to aspire to.” She said to herself as she absentmindedly opened the book, curious what toxic tips it gave. However when she opened it she was surprised to find the pages blank. Even more surprised when a pink spirit popped out, its seductive smirk looking at her hungrily.

2. All the books seemed to be titles she had never heard of, with a lot of them seemingly self help books of some sort.

In the sea of brown & black spines one book stood out with a vibrant pink. Picking it up she frowned at its title. ‘How to be a Bitch’.

Nothing like a brat knowing she deserves better