“Oh hey, long time no see,” she says while answering her door.
“I’m...sorry...”
“Why are you apolog-HAAAAAA!”
This is really bittersweet. Not much changes for Erica, though. She gets a lot older (now 35), her hair becomes darker and curlier, and her bust gets WAY bigger, but aside from now wearing a 70s styled sweater and having lipstick on, that’s it for Erica. Timeless beauty.
“I’m an a-adult? Hey what did you do to...ughhh...”
The mental changes are now starting to kick in, and Erica, a nice and independent young woman, is helpless to stop them. The first thing to go is her rather high intelligence. She tries her very best to resist, but she can’t stop herself from becoming, well, really dumb. But while she detested this at first, she quickly saw how fun being dumb can be. Smarty people have to worry about so much, and silly Erica could just have no cares in the world! Her attitude is next. Erica remembered her mom telling her that “she could do anything,” but now she had trouble believing that. She now was starting to see that women could not do everything, but instead, only one thing: be a housewife! Yes, it became to clear to stupid little Erica now. Women were meant to be in the home, cooking and cleaning all day long, tasks that Erica’s quickly feminizing brain was becoming more and more adept at. The home was the natural place for women, and Erica felt ready to live in one now. Erica laughed when she thought about a woman being a CEO, which was once her silly pipe dream! Men were the ones who had jobs and, speaking of men, Erica began to feel the natural, liberating feeling that comes when a woman submits to a man, how good it feels to completely surrender any independence and obey totally and completely. As Erica mentally became more and more of a housewife, she only grew happier and more accepting of submission to... her hubby! Erica knew he was always right, after all, and what woman would dare disobey her husband?
Erica’s changes were complete. Old Erica is gone. New Erica is here.
“Erica,” you say. “Let’s go home.”
“Ok, hubby!” She says in a much higher pitcher voice
You lead her to your mansion.