“Silly Denise, that’s where you are wrong!” You say, evidently patronizing her.
“Huh?”
“I don’t know where you got the idea, but you and I aren’t friends...” You trail off as you watch her face twice for a moment as reality adjusts so that she was never your friend.
“We barely know each other,” she says, regaining her composure. “So of course I’d never call you my fr-”
“-you are my sexy trophy wife who loves to fuck!”
You and Denise are no longer in school, but in a lavish home. Denise ages into her mid-20s, her figure remodeling itself into a perfect, voluptuous hourglass shape. Her geeky clothes are replaced by a black robe and lingerie, and her brunette hair becomes short and platinum blonde. Makeup now coats her already pretty face as her glasses disappear while eyelashes double in length, and her lips triple in size. Her brain and memories, finally, undergo a complete overhaul; no longer a super nerdy teen girl, she is now a mature, simple-minded bimbo wife intent on doing nothing more than pleasing you.
“Heyyyyy babe,” she says breathily once reality has fully changed. “How hard are you gonna fuck me today?”