Story of Perfect Wife

After a particularly intense argument, Julie sat on the bed after Trevor stormed downstairs to sleep on the couch. She gazed out the window, wondering what she could do to save her marriage before it went too far, when she saw a shooting star. She chuckled slightly to herself as she jokingly said, I wish I could Trevor’s perfect wife.
Julie turned away from the window to go apologize to Trevor, but she was starting to feel lightheaded. She held her head in her hands, as she did, she felt her hair moving on its own. Julie held it in front of her face and saw it growing longer, the color fading from dark brown to a stunning blonde. She also noticed her fingernails also had a fresh coat of bright red paint on them. What the hell is happening to me? Julie thought as she felt her intelligence seem to drain, no longer having the mental capacity to worry about work.

She began to stand but fell back onto the bed as another bout of lightheadedness hit her, this time more intense than before. Like, what’s happening? Julie said again as her clothes began to morph on her body, her normal nightwear fading into a white bra and pantie set with red lace, many sizes too big for her. As soon as her clothes stopped, she felt her boobs begin to swell, mmmm look at these funbags, she said as her tits swelled to fit her new bra, the pleasure of her growing boobs seemed to erase any remnants of intelligence. Julie no longer cared about work; in fact, she didn’t have a job anymore. Her wish to become Trevor’s perfect wife meant that she was now a bimbo trophy wife, who stayed at home and only cared about pleasuring her husband.

She giggled to herself as she stood up, feeling the weight of her tits as she looked for her husband. Trevor, I’m like totes sorry for upsetting you, I need your yummy cock right now!