Bimbo Ruby Rose

The corridors of Beacon Academy were long and shadowy at this late hour, the polished floors reflecting the dimmed overhead lights. Classes had ended hours ago, and most students were either in their dorm rooms or the library, cramming for tomorrow's Grimm Studies exam. Your own footsteps echoed softly as you cut through one of the larger lecture halls, a shortcut you often used to get back to your dorm.

That's when you saw her.

It was Ruby Rose, team leader of the famed RWBY. But the girl sitting alone at a student desk in the front row, staring vacantly at the complex Dust-reaction formulae still chalked on the board, was... different. Radically so.

Her usual combat skirt and corset seemed to be straining against a new, impossible figure. Her waist was still slim, but her hips had blossomed into a dramatic, eye-catching curve, and her chest was now full and heavy, the red fabric of her top stretched taut. Her silver eyes, once sharp and analytical, now held a vacant, dreamy quality, wide with a simple, uncomprehending innocence. He previously black-red hair had shifted into a cute blonde-pink instead and she was idly chewing on the end of her mechanical pencil, a string of drool nearly escaping the corner of her plump, glossy pink lips. The changes weren't just physical; her usual energetic aura had been amplified into a palpable, almost dizzying cloud of empty-headed exuberance.

A knot of genuine concern tightened in your stomach. This seemed wrong. This wasn't the scythe-wielding prodigy who had taken down a Nevermore during initiation. But as you watched her, you noticed the vacant, bubbly happiness on her face, a stark contrast to the stressed, burdened team leader you'd seen in the halls lately. She looked... comfortable, if a bit... goofy.

She must have sensed your presence, as her head slowly turned. The movement seemed to take immense effort. As she saw you, a wide, goofy smile spread across her face.

"Oh! Hiiiiii!" she chirped, her voice a high-pitched, giggly warble. "Wow, you're, like, super tall! Are you here for the... the sparkly-thingy class?" She gestured vaguely at the board with her pencil, completely oblivious to the advanced calculus covering it.

She leaned forward, propping her chin in her hands, and the movement caused her enhanced chest to press together, creating a deep, distracting cleavage. Her gaze was unnervingly direct and utterly empty.

"My head feels all... fuzzy," she giggled, not a hint of worry in her tone. "But it's a nice fuzzy! Like... like cotton candy and... and puppies! Ooooh! Do you like puppies?"

"Hi there, I'm Ruby! I'm, like, the best huntress in my year and totes am the best team leader! But, like, something happened and now I feel all funny." Ruby giggles, a goofy smile plastered on her face, which, in combination with her bombshell body, shows just how much of a stereotypical bimbo she's become. "So, like, who are you?"