Perfect Trophy Wives

Another lousy day at work. It wasn’t the work that was bothering you, you actually quite enjoyed it. It was the people, or, more specifically, your boss, Chris, and his little lapdog Kent. They had this kind of douchebag bro thing going on, and it was over the point of being annoying, now it was basically a hell to live through. Whenever Chris had something important that needed to be done, Kent was constantly his go to guy, meaning he was constantly in the spotlight and getting raises for his extra contributions. And when Chris wanted to push an idea for the team, Kent would always back him up, no matter how bad the idea actually was.  

There was only one thing that kept you going through all this, and that was your lovely wife, Cassidy. She was the love of your life, a gorgeous woman, supportive and kind, and every day you couldn’t wait to come home to her and unwind from your lousy, stressful day. Only today, when you opened the door to your home, you weren’t greeted by your cheerful wife. Instead standing in front of you was your manager Chris, smiling in a foreboding, evil manner. 

“Chris! What the hell are you doing in my home?” You ask, confused, angry, and honestly a little scared. Did he break in? How did he even know where you lived? But he just signaled for you to come in, that chilling smile still plastered on his face. 
 
“Come in, come in Trevor! Your... I mean, my wife is almost done getting ready for our big night out.” 

“Cassy? Your wife? What the hell did you do Chris?” 

“Not much, she was already very beautiful your wife… I just did a few small improvements here and there. But on the mental side I had to do a full reconditioning… It was more complicated than I thought, she was quite attached to you! And I have made her my perfect trophy wife: dumb, vain and perfectly obedient and submissive. Here she comes now, you can see for yourself!” 

You turned and gasped in horror at what you saw. Gone was your cute and loving wife. She was replaced by an enhanced, plastic bimbo in a revealing glittery red dress she would never have been caught dead in before, smiling in a vapid manner. She walked up to Chris, pressing herself tightly against him and kissing him tenderly as he groped her ass. She then turned to you and asked. 

“Who is this guy Sweety?” 

“Nobody Candy… just one of my loser employees. But not for much longer. Go back inside doll, we’ll be with you in just a moment.” 

She smiled, gave him a quick peck in the cheek, and sauntered back inside, ridiculously high heels clacking other floor beneath her. Chris turned back to you with a smug look on his face, as you were still stunned by this whole encounter,  trying to understand what was happening. 

“Change her back you monster! Give me back my wife! I don’t know how you did this but undo it right now!” 

“No, I don’t think I will. But you know what? I think our sweet little Candy needs a gorgeous little sister so that Kent can have his own perfect trophy wife, and I think you would fit into that role perfectly my dear Tiffany.” 

As he said that name you felt your whole body tense up unnaturally. You found yourself unable to move and talk, helpless as you felt Chris’s gaze penetrate deep into your very soul, rewriting you from within, changing you. You felt yourself shrink under his stare, hair lengthening and tumbling down below your shoulders. Your large hairy figure slimmed down to a smooth dainty one, your facial features softening and your stubble leaving place to a feminine face. Your ass plumped up as your chest expanded a bit, before surging up, implants appearing in your brand new tits. Finally you felt your dick get hard, harder than it ever was, twitching intensely before it started shrinking into the folds of your forming pussy, balls shooting up in your womb, becoming ovaries,  as your scrotum split into a set of lips around your vagina, dick finally becoming your clit as you stopped transforming, leaving you as a beautiful young woman. 

But his reality altering gaze was changing more than your body. It was also affecting your mind, your thoughts, your identity. Memories surged from deep within, growing up as a little girl, with your wife as big sister, wearing dresses, playing with dolls, growing up as girl, getting dressed, getting asked out by boys, learning how to make yourself pretty with makeup, something that your big sister helped you with, as well as how to compensate for your lack of intelligence with your good looks, and getting men to do what you want, and finally marrying rich men to never have to work a day in your life. Your old thoughts, memories, personality, they were all still there, but they were in the background of your mind, only witnesses to this new slutty bitchy trophy wife you had become. You opened your eyes, glancing in the mirror and seeing your reflection, a younger version of your wife, sporting a matching blue glittery dress. Your new persona taking over, you smiled in a sultry way at your sister’s husband. 

“Is Candy ready? Kent is waiting for you in his car.” 

“Yes, she is Tiffany, we will be right out.” 

You turned around and left the house, seeing that your usual car had been replaced by a fancy Rolls-Royce, with Kent behind the wheel. You walked up and sat in the back, after all men sat in front, and pretty girls like you sat in the back. A few moments later Chris and your sister left the house, Chris sitting down in front with Kent, a complicit smirk on both their face, while Candy sat in the back with you. You both started chatting and gossiping about various superficial topics like TV shows, fashion trends and celebrity news, while the car started rolling towards your night out, the first night of your new lives as a pair of trophy wives.