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“You’re not a realtor, Sherry.”
“I’m…not a realtor…” she says, dimly. She’s now wearing a little makeup, and her hair is down. Her business clothes are replaced with casual wear, her suitcase and papers vanishing along with them.
“You’re a housewife. It’s your life.”
“I’m a housewife…It’s my life…” she says, nodding as she speaks. You watch her outfit become much more formal. Her jeans disappear, her sweater becomes a cute white dress. Her hair becomes much fuller and curlier as a little headband appears on her head.
“You’re MY dumb and loving housewife. Who has a passion for cleaning,” you say, happy you’re getting a wife out of this.
“I’m your dumb and… loving housewife… I have a passion for cleaning,” she says with more enthusiasm. Her voice gets slightly higher as an apron forms around her. She also has latex gloves on her hands. You also notice the house itself change and shift. You begin to feel a headache as well as these changes impact you more directly. You remember having a much higher paying job, and a better house. You remember your life with Sherry, and it’s pretty dull.
“Your name is Cherie, and you love to please me in any way I want.”
“My name is Cherie… And I love to please you… in any way you want!” Her voice sounds more passionate as more sexual memories flood both your minds. She smiles.
You release her from the trance and she continues to smile at you.
“Hi, hubby. How was work? I’ll finish cleaning the kitchen, then I’ll come and help you ‘relax,’” she says, playfully tugging on her gloves.
Nice.