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“Francine,” you ask slowly. “Are you married, by any chance?”
“What do you think?” She replies.
“I’m guessing no.”
“And that would be correct, moron.”
“Well, frankly, you should be.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“You are such a bitch; a man would make sure you don’t overstep your boundaries.”
“Excuse me? Boundaries? What are you fucking talking about you pig?”
“Women don’t belong here in labs, telling ME, a man, what to do. The man should be telling the WOMAN what to do in the kitchen, because that’s where she belongs.”
She stares at you with unparalleled fury.
“I’m going to give you 5 seconds for you to leave and I NEVER want to see you again.”
“Fair enough,” you say, reaching for the gun. “5 is all this baby needs to show you...”
“Wait, wha-”
You cut her off as you blast her with your gun on the highest setting. She immediately stumbles back, looking dazed.
“Uhhh...what the h-hell was...”
“You’ll see...hahaha!”
The physical changes come first. Her lab coat morphs into apron, draped over a red polka dot dress. Her shoes stretch into heels. She is now wearing red lipstick, and her hair curls up into a retro updo. She looks like she walked right out of the 50s. When she sees herself in the mirror, she screams in horror!
“Ahhhh! What did you do? This is...so wrong!”
“Hm. Like I said, you’ll see.”
“I’m a scientist! I’m n-not...”
She trails off as the mental changes kick in. The first thing to go is her intelligence. Her eyes open wide as years of learning and studying science are erased from her brain, sending her IQ tumbling down. Why would she need it if she’s just doing housework? Now, all her tiny little brain knows is how to clean and cook.
“Wha-why do I feel so d-dumb?” She asks you, talking in a higher pitched, more feminine voice. “I am a scientist...I think! You did something to my brain!”
“Just doing what had to be done.”
“What? You totally dumber me down! You are such a-”
She again is cut off as the next wave of changes occur, this time to her attitude. She quickly found that being a scientist (if she even remembered being a scientist) is the last thing she would want to be. A woman was meant to be...in the home! And in the home, the woman was to submit to the husband. Submit...Francine loved hearing that word pop up in her head now. She would be a a good, submissive wife now, wouldn’t she? It’s only right. Why not let the husband have all the power? She smiles as her new personality takes hold.
“I-I...” she begins, slowly. “I want to...uhhh...be a housewife. Y-yes that is what I would like to do...must submit to my husband...”
As the final wave of changes takes hold, where she loses all memories of her past life, she lets out a hearty laugh as reality alters further so that the lab becomes her kitchen. She’s changed; you have your revenge!
“Darling! I’m so glad to see you come home!” she exclaims upon seeing you. “I was just cleaning, waiting for my man!”
Perfect revenge.
“What do you think?” She replies.
“I’m guessing no.”
“And that would be correct, moron.”
“Well, frankly, you should be.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“You are such a bitch; a man would make sure you don’t overstep your boundaries.”
“Excuse me? Boundaries? What are you fucking talking about you pig?”
“Women don’t belong here in labs, telling ME, a man, what to do. The man should be telling the WOMAN what to do in the kitchen, because that’s where she belongs.”
She stares at you with unparalleled fury.
“I’m going to give you 5 seconds for you to leave and I NEVER want to see you again.”
“Fair enough,” you say, reaching for the gun. “5 is all this baby needs to show you...”
“Wait, wha-”
You cut her off as you blast her with your gun on the highest setting. She immediately stumbles back, looking dazed.
“Uhhh...what the h-hell was...”
“You’ll see...hahaha!”
The physical changes come first. Her lab coat morphs into apron, draped over a red polka dot dress. Her shoes stretch into heels. She is now wearing red lipstick, and her hair curls up into a retro updo. She looks like she walked right out of the 50s. When she sees herself in the mirror, she screams in horror!
“Ahhhh! What did you do? This is...so wrong!”
“Hm. Like I said, you’ll see.”
“I’m a scientist! I’m n-not...”
She trails off as the mental changes kick in. The first thing to go is her intelligence. Her eyes open wide as years of learning and studying science are erased from her brain, sending her IQ tumbling down. Why would she need it if she’s just doing housework? Now, all her tiny little brain knows is how to clean and cook.
“Wha-why do I feel so d-dumb?” She asks you, talking in a higher pitched, more feminine voice. “I am a scientist...I think! You did something to my brain!”
“Just doing what had to be done.”
“What? You totally dumber me down! You are such a-”
She again is cut off as the next wave of changes occur, this time to her attitude. She quickly found that being a scientist (if she even remembered being a scientist) is the last thing she would want to be. A woman was meant to be...in the home! And in the home, the woman was to submit to the husband. Submit...Francine loved hearing that word pop up in her head now. She would be a a good, submissive wife now, wouldn’t she? It’s only right. Why not let the husband have all the power? She smiles as her new personality takes hold.
“I-I...” she begins, slowly. “I want to...uhhh...be a housewife. Y-yes that is what I would like to do...must submit to my husband...”
As the final wave of changes takes hold, where she loses all memories of her past life, she lets out a hearty laugh as reality alters further so that the lab becomes her kitchen. She’s changed; you have your revenge!
“Darling! I’m so glad to see you come home!” she exclaims upon seeing you. “I was just cleaning, waiting for my man!”
Perfect revenge.
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