You go to her house, and you knock on her door. The instant it opens, you fire away!
“Waaaaah! Ahhhh!”
Denise’s screams do nothing to halt her physical changes. Her hair shortens into lovely mess of curls, and a rose appears in it as well. Her face is now plastered with makeup and bright red lipstick. She ages a few years as well and gets a little curvier, and her business casual clothes become a blue summer dress. She’s got a pearl necklace, her earrings now have cute bows dangling from them and, as a girl born by the sea, she has a necklace of anchors.
“Hey! I demand you tell... y-you tell me...oohhh my head...”
Things get fuzzy for poor Denise as the mental alterations start. For one, she loses a lot of the intelligence that made her a success at her job. Now she’s actually quite dull and very slow on the uptake, but she’s now great when it comes to pleasing her man with cleaning, a meal, or a roll in the hay (she’s now pretty much always horny). Like some of the other women, the attitude is where the massive changes happen. Denise starts to doubt her direction in life. She worked so hard to be a VP, and she developed quite the chip on her shoulder, but did it really make her happy? She quickly realized that what would really make her happy is doing what a woman should and be a nice, calm housewife. It was not like a lady to talk too much or be annoying while doing it, and it was certainly not feminine to have such a high-ranking position. She figured she just leave it to a man while she embraces her calling to be a great homebody!
“J-job? Why would I have a job?” She asks aloud. “I’m just a *giggle* dumb housewife!”
With the changes done, she looks pleased.
“So, Denise-”
“Shhhhhh hubby,” she says, quieting you. “Let’s go to bed, shall we?”
You like where this is going.
“Later I promise.”
“Don’t be long!”