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When she opens her door, she is in for a shock.
“Wait, wh-WOOOOAH!”
The only physical changes that occur involve her hair, which goes up into a little beehive, and her clothes becoming a hot red dress.
“Ahh! Why am I dressed...like...t-this...” The mental changes come hot and heavy. She loses a lot of her intelligence, not being able to really do much besides cook and clean. This is because she accepts that she is a perfect trophy wife. As long as she looks good for hubby, Wendy is happy, and she doesn’t have to worry her tiny little brain with much else. Hubby will take care of her, after all. To that end, she will do whatever her husband tells her and if he wants to have sex...she’ll make it worth his while.
“Wendy is a trophy wife...” she murmurs. “Wendy looks pretty and does housework for hubby.”
When everything is finalized, she reveals more of her breasts.
“Wanna go out tonight hubby? Hehe!”
“Tomorrow.”
“Sure!”