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“Well,” you say eventually. “Time for me to WIN!”
You shock her and nail her with the gun.
“Hah! A puny thing like that sh-wait WHAT?”
Her sexy dress vanished and is replaced by a long polka dot skirt. A diamond necklace appears around her neck, pear earrings show up on her ears, and her hair is tied back and forms a bit of a beehive.
“Oh my...” she says weakly. “I...this should’ve not been...p-p-poss...”
Her mind turns to mush as the mental changes begin in earnest. She tried to fight it, but she loses her vast divine knowledge (that she would no longer be needing anymore anyway), turning into a total airhead.
“Why...do I feel so...like...dumb?” She asks.
“Well, all women are dumb. Now you know how they all usually feel,” you say with a grin.
Before she can react, she has an epiphany: women were meant to be housewives! Her assertiveness and memories of being a goddess fade quickly from her now small brain as it is replaced by memories of a new life coupled with a desire to clean, cook, and most of all SUBMIT to her husband. After all, as a women she needed a man to make all of her decisions for her. “Alice,” her new name, couldn’t believe how fulfilled she felt now as a submissive, stupid housewife!
“Hubby,” she says, starry eyed. “Why are we up so late?”
“No reason darling,” you say. “Let’s get you inside.”
You shock her and nail her with the gun.
“Hah! A puny thing like that sh-wait WHAT?”
Her sexy dress vanished and is replaced by a long polka dot skirt. A diamond necklace appears around her neck, pear earrings show up on her ears, and her hair is tied back and forms a bit of a beehive.
“Oh my...” she says weakly. “I...this should’ve not been...p-p-poss...”
Her mind turns to mush as the mental changes begin in earnest. She tried to fight it, but she loses her vast divine knowledge (that she would no longer be needing anymore anyway), turning into a total airhead.
“Why...do I feel so...like...dumb?” She asks.
“Well, all women are dumb. Now you know how they all usually feel,” you say with a grin.
Before she can react, she has an epiphany: women were meant to be housewives! Her assertiveness and memories of being a goddess fade quickly from her now small brain as it is replaced by memories of a new life coupled with a desire to clean, cook, and most of all SUBMIT to her husband. After all, as a women she needed a man to make all of her decisions for her. “Alice,” her new name, couldn’t believe how fulfilled she felt now as a submissive, stupid housewife!
“Hubby,” she says, starry eyed. “Why are we up so late?”
“No reason darling,” you say. “Let’s get you inside.”
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