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You quickly grab the ray and shoot her before she can do anything, and she is scared!
“Nooooooo!”
Oddly enough, the mental changes come first for Jazz. When she thinks about what you did to her friend Braelynn, she starts to wonder if it was really that bad. Braelynn looks so happy, after all. She was better suited for a domestic life anyway. Was she the same?
“N-no...this w-won’t...work...uhhhh...”
The harder she resists, the more drastic the change. Her intelligence really starts to fade now. A Yale graduate lawyer? Not Jazz, who is as dumb as a brick now. All she knows how to do now is how to clean and especially how to cook. How could she have liked law at all when she was a master chef? It was a more feminine skill, and it made her husband happy...
“Husband? I...do I have a husband?”
Jazz quickly remembered that she did, and it was here when her attitude was reversed. No matter how hard she tried to rationalize the opposite, being submissive to him felt so much more natural. Oh, how she desired to let herself go and submit! Submitting suddenly became her life’s mission, as her assertiveness and strength now felt wrong. She wondered how any woman could be like that and have a job when they were much better suited submitting and staying home, and Jazz was quickly finding out how good it felt not only to have a man call the shots, but how good it felt to let him call the shots. A good housewife she shall be! That’s what she was meant to be.
“I...I...yes...a housewife! Jazz will be a good homemaker first hubby...”
The physical changes now start. Her business outfit is swapped out for a solid red dress (with a huge tit window) with heels and a pearl necklace. Her glasses vanish and her beloved, frizzy red hair becomes bright blonde within a curly ponytail. Food that SHE cooked appeared in her hands...she was going to serve hubby dinner!
“Dinner is ready hubby!” Says Jazz.
“Thank you, my love.”
For once, you stay and eat. She’s a great cook...it’s like she was meant to do this.