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“Why are you here?” She asks when she opens her door. “We...aren’t exactly...”
“Friends. Listen I know I’m 18 and you are 20-something but don’t you think we can get along?”
She squints.
“No.”
As she goes to slam the door, you fire and hit her, causing her to shriek.
“What is that thing!? I feel weird!”
Like Gianna, pearl earrings now dangle from her earlobes and she gets a pearl necklace, but Braelynn is now wearing a bracelet of pearls. Her modest outfit transforms into a matronly orange sweater, her face sees more makeup, and her hair, like Gianna’s, goes up into a bouffant, curly bob.
“Holy shit holy shit! Why do I look like this? What is the matter...what is the m-matter with...you...?”
The mental changes take hold rather quickly. She attempts to resist, but her intelligence goes down quite a bit. Being smart was now more of a dream than a memory, but it hardly mattered because Braelynn was a housewife, and as she was beginning to realize, housewives don’t have to be smart at all. Her attitude saw a large shift as well. Braelynn did well in life because of her strong personality, but she is slowly starting to see why that is such an issue. She began to understand that she was meant to be weak and submissive. If she wanted to be more feminine and the perfect housewife, she’d have to embrace that. After a bit of resistance, she began to cave. The once successful, strong-willed woman was quickly becoming the docile, obedient homemaker.
“Girls are meant to s-stay home...” she utters. “I’ll be the obedient housewife I was destined to become...”
Once it’s all done, Braelynn let’s out a hearty laugh.
“Oh darling, care to grab a bite to eat?” She asks.
“In the evening.”
“Fantastic!
“Friends. Listen I know I’m 18 and you are 20-something but don’t you think we can get along?”
She squints.
“No.”
As she goes to slam the door, you fire and hit her, causing her to shriek.
“What is that thing!? I feel weird!”
Like Gianna, pearl earrings now dangle from her earlobes and she gets a pearl necklace, but Braelynn is now wearing a bracelet of pearls. Her modest outfit transforms into a matronly orange sweater, her face sees more makeup, and her hair, like Gianna’s, goes up into a bouffant, curly bob.
“Holy shit holy shit! Why do I look like this? What is the matter...what is the m-matter with...you...?”
The mental changes take hold rather quickly. She attempts to resist, but her intelligence goes down quite a bit. Being smart was now more of a dream than a memory, but it hardly mattered because Braelynn was a housewife, and as she was beginning to realize, housewives don’t have to be smart at all. Her attitude saw a large shift as well. Braelynn did well in life because of her strong personality, but she is slowly starting to see why that is such an issue. She began to understand that she was meant to be weak and submissive. If she wanted to be more feminine and the perfect housewife, she’d have to embrace that. After a bit of resistance, she began to cave. The once successful, strong-willed woman was quickly becoming the docile, obedient homemaker.
“Girls are meant to s-stay home...” she utters. “I’ll be the obedient housewife I was destined to become...”
Once it’s all done, Braelynn let’s out a hearty laugh.
“Oh darling, care to grab a bite to eat?” She asks.
“In the evening.”
“Fantastic!
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